FALLOUT XXI: A NEW ERA BEGINS RESULTS

After the Fallout logo flashes on the screen, “Peace That Starts the War” by Wolves at the Gate starts to play along with a video package showing various members of the Fallout Roster from The Crowning II.

♫Scratching and clawing
These voices fight for my life, they're saying
"This is who you are: you're a fake, you're a sham, you aren't fooling [no one]"
No one can condemn me for a debt or crime that has been paid off
Nothing divides or separates♫

Henry Lee Hyde is shown hitting the H2O on Earl Boyde to defend his Gatekeeper Championship at The Crowning.

♫Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war♫

The next highlight shows Alyssa Grace pinning The Entity to capture the Ascension Championship, followed by Billy Bennett cashing in and becoming the new Ascension Champion.

♫Screaming and growling
These voices fight for their life they're claiming
"Help is retreating. You are lost, all alone, with a hope that's dead and [conquered]"
"Conquered" is the name that's placed upon the hell that waited for me
Death is dead and loosened its grip♫

The ending of the Casino Battle Royale shows Havoc eliminating Brandon Hendrix and Michael Bishop, then Sonya Benson to become the Tyrant of Project: Honor.

♫Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war♫

It was No Holds Barred between Arik Holt and Elena DeDraca and this clip shows former Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco, showing up and hitting a Kurroto Bomb on top of light tubes to give Elena the win over another former Fallout General Manager.

♫My eyes are fixed on the final war
My eyes are fixed on the final war (war)
The war (the final)♫

The second to last clip shows True Society tearing apart the KaVengers along with themselves, but securing the victory in the Wargames Match against Big Drip Worldwide and The KaVengers.

♫All I see is peace, war
All I see is peace, war
All I see is♫

The final clip shows new Project: Honor Owner’s; Indy Darling, Christian DeMarco and Lil Petey in the parking garage with Arik Holt. The ending of the clip shows him being fired as the Fallout General Manager, then fades to black.

“Peace That Starts the War” starts playing again in the background as the cameras fade into the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island. We circle around the arena to show a sold out crowd and all the amazing fan signs to go with them.


After the camera finishes circling around the arena it cuts to the announcers table where Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis are standing by.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welcome back to the TWENTY-FIRST episode of Fallout coming to you LIVE from the great city of Providence and COMMERCIAL FREE TONIGHT!

ALARA ADAMS: In the great and huge state of Rhode Island!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Why are you being a smartass already?

ALARA ADAMS: Because I’m supposed to kick off the show first, not you!

Kayden sits back in the chair and adjusts his headset while motioning for Alara to continue.

ALARA ADAMS: ANYWAYS, we have an absolutely jam packed show for everyone tonight and it’s the first night in a while where Arik Holt will not be the General Manager!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s right! We’re supposed to be hearing from our new GM here any minute to get the ball rolling tonight, but let’s not forget about some of these amazing matches we’re going to see!

ALARA ADAMS: Just to notate a few… Havoc vs. Billy Bennett to unify the Prime and Ascension Championships!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was one…

ALARA ADAMS: So?

Without any prompts, sudden music blasting through the speakers or any other hint of what was going on… a red carpet is rolled out from the stage all the way to the ring. A couple staff members put a dry erase board on a table covered with a red velvet cloth. They leave a salmon-colored marker along with a black one on the table. A chair is placed directly adjacent to the table when salmon-colored lights light up the arena.

ALARA ADAMS: What is this…?

KAYDEN ELLIS: This has to be our new GM! Who could it be?

A video package plays on the screen…


ALARA ADAMS: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON RIGHT NOW!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, that was a good message. I like where this is going already!

??: WAIT THAT’S THE WRONG VIDEO, GUYS!

Just from the sound of the voice, gasps are heard from the entire crowd and then immediately turns into a standing ovation before the music even comes on.

??: DAMMIT, YOU’VE RUINED THE SURPRISE!

ALARA ADAMS: No… fucking… way…

KAYDEN ELLIS: LET’S GOOOOO!!!

Just seconds later… “oops!!!” by Yung Gravy ft. Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers. The crowd continues to go absolutely nuts until getting louder when they see The Drip Sensation walk out onto the stage with a mic already in hand. Gucci’d from top to bottom, Lil Petey takes in the cheers and keeps egging them on to give him more while walking down the red carpet. On the way down, he stops to sign a few pairs of tits and even some bald dude’s head. He wrote, ‘You’re lucky you’re not Arik Holt, YIKES! LOVE PETEY’. He takes a few steps away and turns back to see that fan taking a picture of his head and opening up eBay.

LIL PETEY: DAWG, I LITERALLY just signed and you’re already on eBay??

Petey pauses for a second and then shrugs.

LIL PETEY: Nah, I respect that. Make yo money, King!

After getting through a few signatures, he steps into the ring and doesn’t waste any time pulling the chair out and taking a seat. He leans back in the chair and lets the crowd continue to chant his name.

CROWD: PETEY! PETEY! PETEY!

LIL PETEY: Alright, alright, alright, bitches, listen up!

The crowd begins to silence except for one MILF in the crowd that screams, ‘HI PETEY, I’M MAX’S MOM!’ Out of pure reflex, Petey whips his head and sees the woman.

LIL PETEY: Hey, everyone. I’m Max’s step dad!

It takes him a couple seconds, but he shakes his head and puts the mic up to his mouth, looking towards backstage.

LIL PETEY: I didn’t mean that, sorry Hannah! You know I love you, boo!

Petey grabs the salmon-colored marker while chilling in the chair. Before he opens it up, he keeps it in his hand and just focuses back on the crowd.

LIL PETEY: Okay, time to get super super serious! As you all know already… We announced at The Crowning II that I was co-owner of Project: Honor now. As fucking dope as that is, you know we had to be quick to fill this GM spot that just so happened to open up on Fallout. DeMarco didn’t really like it, but no one else was stepping up to do it, so… YA BOY IS THE NEW GM OF FALLOUT!

The crowd lets out another roar of cheers.

LIL PETEY: That’s right! Fallout just got fuckin’ DRIPPED on and you know I’m gonna do big things for this place. Bald boy Arik has gone way too long making this place fall apart and DeMarco has other stuff he’s working on now. As co-owner of this fine establishment, it’s my duty to make sure that we do right by every show and what better way to do that than to also make myself the GM?! Talk about BIAS!

Petey opens up the cap to the marker and goes to write something before pausing.

LIL PETEY: Shit… what did I need to do again?

A few more seconds go by until Petey finally writes something on the board. He writes; ‘DISCUSS THE FUTURE’ and ‘TITLE CHANGES’ then puts the cap back on the marker, placing it on the table.

LIL PETEY: First things first… You might have noticed that there’s a couple matches tonight that say I’ll be announcing what those stipulations are. Well I’m here to tell you… you’ll find out what those are before I head out! I know y’all wanna see as much of me as possible, so you bet you will a few times tonight. Next, there’s some shit I’m gonna be working on behind the scenes for now so that the show can go on and y’all can enjoy the BRAND NEW DRIP VERSION OF FALLOUT!

The crowd bursts into a wave of cheers, echoing throughout the arena.

LIL PETEY: So I can mark this task as done… The future of Fallout is bright and the vibes are good right now. There’s one thing done!

Petey grabs the marker, takes the cap off and marks off ‘DISCUSS THE FUTURE’ on the board.

LIL PETEY: Moving along… Title changes! Fun stuff. I love taking control and changing things without wasting time. So… tonight in the Main Event, that crazy girl that wanted my autograph is facing the new Tyrant in a match to unify the Prime and Ascension Championships! That means Fallout goes down to two titles technically. BUT BEHOLD! YOUR NEW FEARLESS LEADER HAD A GREAT IDEA! Why not bring a different one over to Fallout instead of making a whole new one?! That being said, since he’s already on the Fallout roster it works out perfectly… THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP IS GOING TO BECOME FALLOUT’S EXCLUSIVELY!

More cheers echo throughout the arena.

LIL PETEY: Congrats Mr. Henry Bald Man. Instead of worrying about both rosters, now you can continue beating up people on Fallout!

Petey takes the marker and checks off ‘TITLE CHANGES’ then puts the marker down again.

LIL PETEY: Lastly, let’s go over what those match stipulations are going to be tonight, you feel me? So the first match is uh…

Petey checks all over his arms and stomach to see if he wrote it down somewhere, but can’t find anything besides how great he looks.

LIL PETEY: Okay, well I might have to do that one later once I remember what the fuck it is, shiiiiit. The Main Event, though! SHEEEEEEEEEESHHHH!!

CROWD: SHEEEEEEESSHHHHH!!!

LIL PETEY: Havoc vs. Billy Bennett to unify the Prime and Ascension Championships is going to be… A FALL OF SOCIETY MATCH!!

CROWD: WHAT?!

ALARA ADAMS: A WHAT?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did he just say… Fall of Society?

LIL PETEY: AYO, YOU HEARD ME! A Fall of Society Match! While Billy and Havoc are throwing down in the ring, all of True Society MUST BE gathered around the ring and cannot leave. Oh yeah, and it’s going to be a LADDER MATCH TOO! You gotta climb that fuckin’ ladder and grab those belts all while True Society is chillin’ around the ring! What y’all think?

The cheers turn into a mixed reaction, but mostly still cheers.

LIL PETEY: Well I’m not done yet either… ARIK HOLT IS BARRED FROM RINGSIDE TONIGHT! HAHA THIS FEELS GOOD MAN!

Every fan in attendance starts clapping except for the bald people in the crowd that could probably be related to Arik somehow.

LIL PETEY: Alright, well… that’s all I got for the homies for now. Like I said, you’ll see more of me tonight, but let’s get the show started, you feel me? MUCH LOVE, SEE Y’ALL SOON! ENJOY THE SHOW!

“oops!!!” by Yung Gravy ft. Lil Wayne starts to play as Petey exits the ring and walks up the red carpet back up to the stage.

Then suddenly…

Everything dims in the arena surprising even the new owner and GM in the process. The titantron comes to life showing a still image of Petey, Christian DeMarco, and Indy Darling. It rests on the image of the three for a brief time until the silhouette of a fourth figure begins to appear. It cuts to a screen showing 75% + 25% then we flash through videos of different time-lapses. Cities, sunrises and sunsets, crowds of people then darkness. A familiar voice comes through the arena speakers.

??: There’s one last thing everyone forgets about Petey…

The Titantron begins to display a video of a dimly lit tunnel. It begins to slowly pan downward until it reaches the ground. Nothing. Moments pass and then a rat walks onto screen and looks into the camera. The crowd begins to realize what is happening and get restless, many beginning to prematurely cheer.

??: In the end, everything belongs to the rats.

As the lights in the area begin to flash between bright green and yellow lights, "Rats" By Ghost begins to play. The crowd pops when Percival “Ratman” Burque makes his appearance on stage being pushed out in his wheelchair by his “papa” Rasputin. Ratman smiles, delighted by his reception on Fallout, despite not being a native Fallout member. The music dies down as Ratman absorbs the fan reception. This goes on for what feels like minutes when the crowd begins to chant.

“RATMAN LIVES”
“RATMAN LIVES”
“RATMAN LIVES”

Ratman holds his hand up to his mouth to shush the crowd, then brings a mic up to his face to address everyone.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Hello, Fallout!!!

The crowd cheers once more then dies down again.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I know what you may be thinking, “but how could the Ratman possibly be the fourth owner?” Well… it’s actually not as long of a story as you may think!

Ratman chuckles to himself when Petey steps into his view.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Ah yes! Hello Littlest Petey! I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was actually planning on coming out before you but as you can see…

Percival gestures to the wheelchair beneath him.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: … it took me a little while to get here.

LIL PETEY: Yo, it’s all good dawg. I’m just happy you’re mostly okay after Wargames. Still, how did you get the other 25%, ya boy is kinda curious.

Petey and the Ratman shake hands, and then nod to one another. Petey immediately realizes what he had just done and begins to wipe his hand off on his own pants.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: So, as it turns out, a while back when he first went into the sewer, my papa Rasputin found a large case of money. Now, whose money I don’t know. Rasputin claims it was old stashed mafia money but I really don’t want to get into it right now, it’s a whole mess. Well recently, Rasputin had gained an interest in investing. He kept a close eye on what was available when he heard murmurs about Project: Honor being for sale. A few strange transactions later and now here I am, with a 25% share of Project: Honor because he bought it in my name. I was as shocked as you. He didn’t tell me until after the Crowning so none of the other owners know yet either.

LIL PETEY: Okay, so why are you here? No offense, still just curious.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Well, it seems you aren’t going to be the only one genital managing…

Rasputin bends over and whispers into Percy's ear.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh, yes, right. General Managing Fallout!

The crowd cheers as even Petey seems surprised by this revelation.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Originally I was going to try and stay on Proving Ground but when the news broke about Mr. Holt I figured Fallout could use a few extra hands! I can at least supply those still, can’t take on much of the leg work.

Ratman laughs at his own joke while Petey and Rasputin sort of awkwardly smile and nod along with him.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Anyhow, I wanted to make a few announcements if that’s alright?

Lil Petey shrugs and lifts the mic up to his mouth.

LIL PETEY: Sheeeeeesh if we’re partners go for it my crippled homie!

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Thanks Petey! My first order of business as new GM is very simple, I have one new rule for all of Fallout. It would make me very happy if we could follow this rule, especially after the last year we have had here.

NO MORE MURDER!

At the very least, no more attempted murder. Thank you. Secondly I would like to show what Fallout may be like in my hands. While I may be deathly afraid of deathmatches, my papa is not. He is a deathmatch veteran even. He wrestled in deathmatches all the way up into his late sixties. I have decided to name him the head of the deathmatch department. He will be working directly with Chadwick Bundy to make sure we still put on the same Fallout you all know and love. So, my first deathmatch stipulation as GM is a combined effort between me and my papa. I came up with the name and he made the stipulation. Alyssa Grace will take on Angelo Caito for a number one contendership for the Playhouse Championship in a Lab Rat match! The stipulations are as follows…

Ratman pulls out a piece of paper and attempts to read it. Rasputin bends over and begins to whisper into the illiterate GMs ear.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Ah, electrified ring ropes and glass syringe needles laid out across the mat. Does that not seem a tad too dangerous?

Ratman looks up to Rasputin who shakes his head insisting the stipulation is a good idea.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: If you say so. That is all I have for everyone today though but please keep tuning in as things are about to get crazy!

LIL PETEY: IF Y’ALL AIN’T HYPED TO HAVE RATBOY AND I, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YA!

Petey drops the mic as “Peace That Starts the War” by Wolves at the Gate plays. He grabs the wheelchair of Ratman and pushes him backstage.



CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a triple threat match, in the ring at this time are two of the competitors… Zack Cage and Carny Sinclair!

The crowd response to the two wrestlers is lukewarm at best.

ALARA ADAMS: I think it’s safe to say the debut most people are excited for is the third guy in this fight.

"The Outcast" by Upon A Burning Body as most of the crowd boo but there are a few that are actually showing their support. "The Outcast" Tate Selby walks out onto the top of the ramp and is closely followed by Eddie Matthews.

CLARA OLSON: And the third competitor… currently residing in Los Angeles, California… TATE SELBY!!!

Tate stands there with a sleeveless hoodie on that is unzipped to show off his well toned body and the hood of the hoodie is up. Tate bounces from foot to foot on the spot like a boxer would do. Once the song has fully kicked in, Tate jumps up and removes the hood to show his face. As Tate walks down to the ring it's all he is focused on as Eddie is giving him advice on the walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Tate removes the sleeveless hoodie and passes it to Eddie. Eddie makes his way around to the side of the ring as Tate runs up the steps and jumps over the top rope and into the ring showing off his amazing ability as he lands on his feet with such ease. Now in the ring, Tate makes his way to one of the corners and just like up on the top of the ramp he bounces from one foot to the other like a boxer as he awaits for the match to begin.

DING! DING! DING!

Carny and Zack look at eachother and nod, they take off towards Tate but he ducks under an attempted double clothesline, he continues his forward momentum by running the ropes, on the way back he takes off with a perfect front dropkick, hitting each man with the sole of a boot between the eyes. Tate instantly kips up and gives the hard cam a blank stare.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This guy has me hooked already.

ALARA ADAMS: Showing exactly why there’s such a buzz.

Tate simply stalks the two men and waits for movement, Carny is the first to a knee, Selby grabs him from behind and forces him all the way up. Release German Suplex over the top rope, Carny hits the floor hard on his neck and head, instantly there is no movement.

KAYDEN ELLIS: HE’S DEAD!!!

Selby doesn’t even watch the landing because he’s already charging at the kneeling Cage, he nails him with a brutal knee shot to the skull. Cage drops hard.

ALARA ADAMS: Maybe Sinclair and Cage should have pulled a Bagwell tonight and had mummy phone in sick for them.

Tate for the first time now shows interest in Carny on the outside, he rolls out, picks up the lifeless body, then hits a painful looking Apron Powerbomb!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HE’S DOUBLE DEAD!!

ALARA ADAMS: Tate calls that the Tate Selby Annihilation.

Tate still hasn’t changed his expression. Once again he switches his sights, he slides under the bottom rope and grabs the arms of Zack Cage, he lifts Cage before dropping him with a double underhook piledriver!!

ALARA ADAMS: And that’s The Lone Driver!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s killed him too.

Tate again shows absolutely no emotion as he makes the cover…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: The winner of the match via pinfall… “The Outcast” Tate Selby!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He did not win via pinfall, he won via murder!!

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah, we might need some help out here.



The screen changes and to the joy of many around the world, the image opens of a sunny beach somewhere in a non-disclosed tropical location. The first sight other than perfect beaches and equally perfect weather is the sight of Calliope in the middle of enjoying baking in the sun.

Of course, that sight is quickly rudely changed by the sight of Giovanni who blessed the world with his bare chested visage with only the most awkwardly tiny bit of lace protecting his privacy.

GIOVANNI: Now ordinarily I would not waste my words on mouth breathers such as the ones that 'wrestle' on or watch a product such as Fallout, but this week I have a special occasion to talk about and give all of you a little taste of the class one would see if they switched their feeds away from their putrescent Fallout to Proving Ground.

Silently a 'Live via Satellite' watermark appeared in the corner of the screen as Giovanni left Calliope to her sun-kissed devices and took a long walk on the beach.

GIOVANNI: Whilst I would ordinarily be in the corner of my good friend Johnny Levy to support him in his endeavors, I have not been welcomed to Fallout in yet another biased attempt at driving a wedge between the most powerful alliance this pathetic little wrestling product has seen since before a bunch of pathetic carnies rubbed armpits for a few dollars and a date with hairiest lady in the world.

GIOVANNI: Instead, I am forced in exile to this beautiful tropical land to heal my wounds, in the knowledge that my good friend, the man that will bring the world together in peaceful harmony and co-existence, is forced to fight two utterly disgusting cretins that call themselves the 'BFG Division', whatever that might mean. He is forced to defend himself when Fallout is not even the brand he has vowed to improve, he's forced to do so without my artistical brilliance to back him up, because the establishment of this company KNOWS that they cannot handle the two of us in one room together for our brilliance is simply too tumescent to deal with without going through this disgustingly underhanded tactics.

Letting in a breath, he'd do his best to put on a brave face knowing that his friend was fighting a battle all on their own.

GIOVANNI: My heart rends knowing that Levy has to fight this fight without me, but I believe in his ability to make the world realize the injustice that's been done to him, and me by extension, and hopefully finally you Fallout watching mouth-breathers will open your eyes and start supporting the ones that truly have the ideal to turn 'wrestling' into art.

GIOVANNI: Our unity will be tested, but no amount of power abuse from the people running this so-called 'project' can break our spirit. Be strong Levy, and show them that our movement cannot be broken!

Having said his peace, the feed goes to black.




ALARA ADAMS: And here we are with an exciting four way match on the way!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This ought to be interesting. Multiple people in this match are in desperate need for a win, after all.

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

Red Right Hand" - Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds plays as Andrei Sokolov slowly walks to the ring with a focused look on his face.

"Voltage" by TRiDENT plays as Yuriko Toyama energetically runs down to the ring and hops inside.

“Never Giving Up” by Of Mice & Men hits the arena with red lights and Nick comes out to the entrance ramp wearing red and black tights with an eagle symbol with a red shirt and leather jacket that says “DANGERZONE”with red and black kick pads boots. Nick makes his way down the ramp giving fans high fives he climb the steel steps through the middle to pose to camera for a moment then takes his red shirt and jacket off and throw both them toward the crowd and wait for the match to start.

The match begins with the four standing in the ring. Immediately once the bell rings, the four start staring warily at each other. Danger and Toyama make the first move, attacking Boyde and Sokolov respectively. Eventually Danger and Boyde escalate to the outside, throwing fists. Toyama dodges a clothesline from Sokolov and rebounds off of the ropes- and jumps up to hit an AO YAIBA early- but Sokolov rolls out of the way, hitting her with a dropkick that sends her down!

ALARA ADAMS: Already this match has become total chaos!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Just the way I like it- Oh, watch out!

Soon Danger and Boyde's brawl grows close to the announcement table! Boyde lifts Danger up and SLAMS him into the side of the table, then SPINS AROUND WITH A HARSH POWERSLAM INTO THE MAT THAT ECHOES WITH A LOUD THUD!

ALARA ADAMS: UP AND DOWN! UP AND DOWN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: DANGER MIGHT NOT GET BACK UP FROM THAT!

Meanwhile, Sokolov pulls Toyama and goes for a bodyslam- but she reverses and flips over him, landing on her feet- She grabs both of his arms, LOOKING FOR A HORIZON SUPLEX! But he shakes himself free! He turns around- AO YAIBA TO THE FACE AND HE GOES DOWN! But instead of going for the pin, she runs toward the ropes and DIVES ONTO BOYDE WITH A PLANCHA!

ALARA ADAMS: PLANCHA BY TOYAMA! NOW BOYDE IS DOWN TOO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This match is almost hard to keep up with! All four competitors are moving at breakneck speed!

Toyama notices Danger beginning the stir- She runs in- AND HE CATCHES HER WITH A SPANISH FLY ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! Danger quickly sees the still dazed Sokolov in the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: This might be Danger's chance!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He needs to capitalize fast!

DANGER ROLLS INTO THE RING, he stalks Sokolov who begins standing and RUNS TOWARD THE ROPES! DANGER JUMPS ONTO THE SECOND ROPE AND BOUNCES BACK LOOKING FOR A CUTTER- NO! SOKOLOV CATCHES HIM, HE PULLS HIS ARM AROUND HIS NECK IN A COBRA CLUTCH AND DROPS HIM HEAD AND UPPER BACK FIRST ONTO HIS KNEE!

ALARA ADAMS: KING COBRA!

KAYDEN ELLIS: DANGER'S OUT!

Sokolov simply grins wickedly, holding onto the Cobra Clutch. He lifts Danger's lifeless body up AND SLAMS HIM BACK DOWN ON HIS KNEE WITH THE BACKBREAKER MUCH TO THE REFEREE'S DISMAY!

ALARA ADAMS: This is overkill! It's unnecessary!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It's SUPER necessary!

Sokolov lifts Danger up and DRIVES HIM DOWN ONTO HIS KNEE ONE MORE TIME! He then wraps his legs around Danger's wrecked body into a bodyscissors, keeping the Cobra Clutch applied!

ALARA ADAMS: SOKOLOV'S TRANSITIONED THE MULTIPLE KING COBRAS INTO A SUBMISSION!

KAYDEN ELLIS: KING COBRA LOCK?!

He wrenches on Danger's neck viciously, he's already out cold by now and it doesn't take long at all for the referee to ring the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner by submission… ANDREIIIII SOKOOOOOOKOOLOOOV!

“Red Right Hand” begins playing once more as the referee goes to raise Sokolov's hand, but he simply pushes the ref almost to the other side of the ring, while smiling down at the lifeless Nick Danger, proud of his handiwork before raising his hands in the air.

ALARA ADAMS: This was a quicker match than I expected, but what a statement made by Andrei Sokolov in those last few moments.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Keep your eyes on him, ladies and gentlemen. This guy is dangerous.



EARLIER IN THE NIGHT

We cut to the back where we see Savannah Andrew, walking down a back hall of the Dunkin Donuts Center, a duffle bag over her shoulder and she is still dressed in street clothes.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Ms. Sunshine!

Savannah rolls her eyes as Chadwick Bundy, Director of Weapons Placement, comes running down the hall from behind her.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Ms. Sunshine!

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: It’s Andrews now, Chad.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Yeah, yeah. Listen. I’m supposed to let you know you have a special individual locker room tonight. It’s just around the corner.

Savannah slightly juts her hip out and lets out a sigh.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Fine. Show me.

Chadwick walks past Savannah, and turns to the left at the next corner. Savannah shakes her head in frustration and follows him. After about thirty seconds of walking the hall, Chadwick stops in front of a door that says ‘Angel Of Death’.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Here you go.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Thanks, Chad.

Chadwick starts to walk away as Savannah grabs the door knob and opens the door. Her eyes widen in shock as she scans the room. It is filled with ‘Happy Birthday’ messages, stuffed animals, and a wide variety of snacks and treats.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: CHAD?

Chadwick, who was about thirty feet down the hall already, turns and looks back.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Yes, Ms. Andrews?

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Do you, by chance, know who ordered all this stuff?

CHADWICK BUNDY: Same person who pulled some of his remaining strings to get you this individual locker room.

Savannah looked down the hall at Chad.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Arik?

Chadwick winked at her and touched the side of his nose, before turning and walking away. Savannah slowly turned back around and entered the room that was full of birthday gifts and goodies. She shut the door behind her and finally smiled ear to ear. She cocked her head to the side though, as she walked up to a table and noticed something out of place. A small bracelet made out of alligator teeth with her name, each letter carved into its own individual tooth. She knew THIS was not from Arik, but from Billy.

PRESENT

Back in Savannah’s personal locker room, we see Savannah sitting on a large fabric bean bag, eating from a box of chocolates that is already half gone. The gater-tooth bracelet is around Savannah’s wrist, but there is a complete lack of diamond on her finger.

*Knock, Knock*

It was the moment she was both dreading and couldn’t wait for. She knew who was on the other side of the door and they were waiting on an answer. Savannah closed the box up and put it down, wiping off her face and dusting off her abdomen in case she had any chocolate residue that had dribbled down from her tearing into the treats.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Come in!

The door opened and there stood…Chadwick Bundy, again. Savannah, who had found her way to her feet and was standing near the door, let her disappointment show as her shoulders slumped and her entire demeanor changed from excited to annoyed.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Oh…Chadwick. What do you want now?

CHADWICK BUNDY: I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that you were alone.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Um…yeah. I’ve been alone in here since you showed me the room.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Okay. That’s all I needed. Don’t forget, your match is coming up. So don’t take TOO long.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: …too long?

Chadwick turned and left the room without explaining himself, shutting the door behind him. Savannah looked his way in confusion for a moment, before turning and getting one of the biggest jump scares of her life.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: JESUS!!!

Standing there with a party hat and a party horn in his mouth, was Arik Holt. He blew the party horn, causing it to whip out like a frog tongue, and tossed a handful of confetti into the air. He took the horn out and smiled.

ARIK HOLT: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Savannah grabbed her chest, still taken back from the scare.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Thank you! I can’t believe you’ve done all of this. And where the HELL were you hiding?

Arik smirks and then imitates a rainbow with his hands.

ARIK HOLT: Magic!

Another deep breath and Savannah walks over to her duffle bag.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I’m glad you came here, too. I have something I wanted to talk to you about.

Savannah pulls something out of her bag, then turns and walks over to Arik. She grabs his hand, turns it over, and places the ring box he gave her on Project: Underground in his hand.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: So listen…

Arik’s eyes widen and his jaw slightly drops as he looks down at the box in his hand. Savannah continues to hold his hand with one of hers, while her other hand still sits on top of the ring box.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Long ago, I told myself that I wanted someone who was romantic. I told myself that I wanted someone who would make me feel like I was the only girl in the world…thanks Rihanna. But, when Jason stepped up to the plate…I was in a low place in my life. I jumped on his proposal, despite knowing I could do better. I thought I didn’t deserve anything. I thought I didn’t deserve to be treated special. So when the ring was just placed in front of me…I took it. And honestly, I don’t want that again. I don’t want to be treated like a trophy. I don’t want to be treated like I’m just a side piece. I don’t want to-

Before Savannah could finish her speech, Arik stepped back…lightly pulling his hand and the ring out from between Sav’s hands.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah, I have loved you since the moment I saw you. I have loved you since the moment I heard your name. You are the direction in which I see my happiness. You are the direction in which I see my future. You deserve the world and I want to give it to you.

Arik drops down to one knee, looking up at Savannah.

ARIK HOLT: I need you. You don’t need me, I know you don’t. But I want to have the chance to prove that you may be able to tolerate me. So…

Arik opens the ring box, showing the ring still sitting in the pillowy holder it was in on Project: Underground.

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

Tears suddenly began to run down Savannah’s cheeks as she couldn’t even voice a response. Instead, she just nodded her head ‘yes’. Arik took the ring from the box and slid it onto her left ring finger, before standing to his feet and giving her a big hug.

ARIK HOLT: I still have one string left to pull, here on Fallout. And in two weeks, we will all be in Cancun, Mexico. Sooooo, how about a March seventeenth wedding?

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Definitely!

Savannah kept hugging tightly as Arik closed his eyes, lost in the touch of his beloved Angel of Death.



We cut back to ringside where we see 33 various weapons dangling from the rafters above the ring. They are just low enough so the contestants can just reach them without having to climb up to them. We get close up shots of chairs, baseball bats, bags of questionable contents, and rolls of barbed wire.

CLARA OLSON: In celebration of National 33 Flavors Day, the following contest is a 33 Weapons Match and is for the Gatekeeper Championship!

Sky's The limit hits as The Blueprint comes out on stage and grooves a little bit. She takes both of her hands and lifts up her blue sunglasses. She hands them to her fans as she walks straight down to the ring and hops on it.

CLARA OLSON: First the challenger, making her way to the ring weighing in at 114lbs. She is The Boss, The Blueprint, LATOYAAAAAA HIXX!

Hixx holds onto the ropes and bends over and to show the cameras her Boss Knuckles and then steps through the ropes to get inside of the ring. She takes off her entrance gear and waits for her opponent to arrive.

CLARA OLSON: and her opponent…

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

Broken/
Perverted/
Corrupted/

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

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

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

CLARA OLSON: Making his way down to the ring weighing in at 215lbs. This man needs no introduction. He is your Gatekeeper Champion. He is HENRY… LEE… HYDE!

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

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

Clara Olson leaves the ring as the referee finishes checking the competitors before calling fo the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: And this match is underway and what a steep challenge for Latoya Hixx.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It is indeed. Henry Lee Hyde has been clutching that belt since earning it and I don’t see him wanting to lose it anytime soon, especially after defending against both of it’s previous holders on the same night.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m just glad that our GMs are keeping this long lasting tradition alive! I was worried with all the major changes happening we would’ve lost our Holiday themed matches.

Both competitors circle each other as they look at the weapons hanging around the ring. Both Hyde and Hixx reach up and grab a weapon each as Hyde grabs a metal baseball bat, and Hixx a lead pipe. Both slowly approach one another taking turns with warning swings testing the distance of each of their weapons. Hyde has the clear advantage here being nearly a foot taller than the blueprint and having a longer reach. Hyde begins to get impatient and lunges forward with a big overhead swing but Latoya ducks under and runs into the ropes, bouncing off and hitting Hyde with a big dropkick causing both of them to lose their weapons.

ALARA ADAMS: Neither challenger or champion here want to take much damage this early on.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Its a dangerous game almost always being surrounded by things that could seriously hurt your opponent.

Hixx gets back to her feet and runs to one of the sides of the ring where she grabs a chain and rips it down. As Hyde begins to recover Hixx whips him in the back with the chain causing a long red welt and gash along his back. Henry winces in pain but begins to climb back to his feet despite what he was just hit with. Latoya whips again but this time the chain is caught by Hyde. He wraps the chain around his wrist to get extra grip on it then begins a tug-of-war with The Boss. Hyde looks around to see what is available near him as he yanks down a cheese grater and chucks it directly into Latoya’s head. The cheese grater bounces off of her and flies out of the ring while she drops to the mat, blood beginning to pour from her head. Hyde stares at his downed opponent and picks her up onto his shoulder. With Hixx on his shoulders, Hyde begins pulling various weapons down onto the mat. Chairs, trashcans, and even broken table scraps get tossed into the center of the ring.

Hyde walks around a little more with Hixx on his shoulders in a fireman's carry until he stops in the center of the ring facing the hardcam with all the foreign objects in front of him. Hyde pops Hixx into an upward powerbomb position and lifts her into the air ready to bring her down but she counters it into a hurricanrana into the ropes! Hyde is thrown throat-first into the second rope and takes a moment to catch his breath. Latoya Hixx holds a hand up to her head in an attempt to stop the bleeding but it seems like Hyde got her good as she is just gushing blood from the small gash. She fights through it though as she approaches Hyde who is pulling himself up with the ropes. Hixx runs up and hits a reverse monkey flip on Hyde sending him flying into the stack of weapons! Henry lands with a loud crash as debry scatters all around the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Despite that nasty gash on the boss’s head, Latoya Hixx is still fighting!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She certainly is, but she cannot allow Hyde to recover because he will take advantage of the bloodloss, I guarantee it.

Hixx dives in for the pin trying to get a quick win over Hyde.

ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!

Hyde gets his shoulder up and begins to crawl towards the ropes. Latoya get’s to her feet and reaches up for another weapon this time grabbing the mystery bag. While she's doing that it appears Hyde has found his baseball bat and begins wrapping it with that barbed wire that had previously been hanging. Hixx’s eyes go wide as she pulls out some lighter fluid and matches. She then begins to dump the remainder of the contents of the bag which is revealed to be thumbtacks. Before she can notice him however, Hyde brings the bat into the small of her back dragging and pulling the barbed wire all the way across leaving more scratches and blood on Latoya. In one last attempt to turn the tide, out of desperation, Latoya begins to spray Hyde with the lighter fluid. He swats the bottle out of her hand and kicks her in the gut, seemingly sick of this match already. He calls for the H2O. Just before he can hook her arms, Hixx lights one of the matches.

ALARA ADAMS:Oh god, what is Latoya Hixx about to do?! They’re both covered in lighter fluid at this point!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I know this is Fallout but it looks like things aren’t changing too much after all.

As Hyde lifts Hixx into the air and steps over the thumbtacks, Hixx is barely able to get contact between her match and Hyde's lighter fluid covered skin. Both warriors ignite as Hyde drops Hixx with the H2O ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!

“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”

The ringside crew immediately put the two out with extinguishers while both remained prone and motionless. Suddenly, some life can be seen from Hyde as he rolls into the thumbtacks to cover Hixx who is lying in a pool of blood. The ref gingerly slaps the mat for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: You’re winner, AND STILL Gatekeeper Champion… HENRY LEE HYDE!!!!

Hyde rolls off of Hixx and crawls to the corner where he is handed his belt. He watches on as medical professionals help Latoya Hixx out of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not sure what we have witnessed here, but I don’t think anyone anticipated this from these two.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hixx really brought her A-game today showing that fire and drive to win the gatekeeper championship. Clearly this title means more to the competitors than we may even know.

ALARA ADAMS: It really is a new era for the Gatekeeper Championship.



CLARA OLSON: The following contest is to determine the number one contender for the Playhouse Championship! And the stipulation for the match follows… this is an Electric Rope and Syringe Match!

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: Coming to the ring first: from County Wicklow, Ireland, standing at five feet and seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Please welcome "The Crimson Combatant"... ALYSSSSAA… GRAAAAACEE!

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.

It's The Running Gag….
Have you ever heard of the man that can't be killed?
He was electrocuted.
He was sent to Hell.
He was shot.
But he keeps…
Coming…..
Back…

The Fallout arena fogs up as on the ramp is the figure of an unknown human being before a black out then green and purple lights, spinning around the entire arena.

“What doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stranger!”
“Let’s put a smile on that face!”
"I got a blade with your name on it. And you got a heart with my name on it, and I plan to strike the blade in your... heart."
"Alyssa…."

The sound of a clown laughing echoes throughout the arena.

"WELCOME TO THE RUNNING GAG!!!!"

The lights go out once again, Suddenly, a guitar solo rips through the PA System.

"SAY IT TO MY FACE!"

Another guitar solo follows.

"SOON ENOUGH I'LL FIND YOU IN THE DARK BEHIND YOU I'LL BE WAITING!"

Pyro blasts on the stage before "Say It To My Face" by Downstait kicks in as the purple and green lights shine in the smoke as a man with his back to the crowd before spinning around, and it's Angelo Caito, but his face is painted. White paint on his face, black paint on his mouth and cheekbones, and a demented smile on his face. A black jacket covers his naked upper half as he wears torn jeans and Nike Revolution 5s on his feet. He stumbles down the ramp before running to the steel steps. Angelo sits on the steps as he is announced.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the "Killer" Angelo Caito!

Angelo stands up and tosses his arms up, confetti shooting out from his jacket sleeves before he speed walks the steps and jumps over the top rope. He runs to the ropes and jumps on them, staring into the camera as an evil smirk appears on his face. He jumps off the ropes and takes his jacket off, tossing it to the floor below as Angelo's body is covered in black and red markings as he stops in place. The lights come back on as Angelo's head snaps in every direction. The song ends as all Angelo sees is Syringes. As a former drug addict, the sight of syringes somewhat… terrifying to Angelo. He starts freaking out, leaving the referee and Alyssa confused. Angelo backs away from everyone and falls into the corner. He places himself into a ball and starts rocking back and forth.

The bell rings and immediately out of the gate Alyssa runs and nails a diving dropkick that catches Angelo ring in the head. He gets to his feet holding his face as the ropes become electrified. Alyssa kicks one of Angelo's legs out and then kicks him forward, his face meeting the wire as he starts to get electrocuted, his body convulsing before the ropes get turned off and Angelo falls backwards. The referee checks on him, but knowing what he's capable of, Alyssa grabs a handful of the glass syringes and places them on the mat. She grabs Angelo and flips him over, his face on the syringes as she climbs to the top rope. She stands on the top turnbuckle before jumping off and hitting 'No Happy Endings', sending Angelo face to drive through and break the syringes into many glass pieces. Twitching, Angelo lays unconscious as Alyssa flips him over and covers him.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR MR. WRIGHT’S PLAYHOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP… ALYSSAAAA GRACEEEEEE!!!

The bell rings as Alyssa has easily and with pure dominance, defeated Angelo. Blood starts pouring from his face as he remains motionless in the ring. Alyssa slides under the bottom rope and walks up the ramp, high fiving the fans as back in the ring, Angelo's body remains motionless, but under all the blood, is a smile. That smile turns into a laugh that can be heard by many as he crumbles up to a ball, rocking himself back and forth as he continues laughing as we head to the back.



Backstage in one of the venue’s locker rooms, Billy Bennett is eyeing up the tip of her trademark Bowie knife as if she were considering some particular course of action; possibly related to the next scheduled match, between her girl and that fat son of a bitch Mr. Wright. With a grunt, she puts the weapon back into the sheath attached to her belt and slams her locker doom closed.

Turning around to walk out of the room and - presumably - to ringside to support Savannah, she comes face-to-face with the bizarre, pig-tailed follower of Mr. Wright called Candi Cain.

Somehow this weirdo has snuck up on her again, making such a difficult task look almost casual as she smiles and waves in Billy’s confused face.

Already on-edge from the approaching main event match against Havoc, Billy says nothing; the knife is pulled from its place on her belt, and she swipes it through the air, aiming a broad slash across this intruder’s throat.

Candi doesn’t even flinch at the sudden attack, smile remaining as wide as ever as her own hands come up to intercept the blade; in a flash of movement, the knife is knocked out of Billy’s hand to go scattering on the floor.

A look of shock comes over the Floridian’s face at this impressive defensive maneuver, executed quickly and flawlessly by an individual who had seemed mostly harmless and incompetent during all their previous encounters.

The surprise is forgotten quickly, as Billy moves to follow up with a spinning elbow; again, it’s effortlessly countered by Mr. Wright’s follower. A quick melee ensues, as Billy lashes out with strike after strike, each of which is swatted aside or avoided by the deceptively capable Candi.

Eventually, the two end up in a grapple; they seem to be evenly matched, something which looks to be causing no small amount of frustration from the current Ascension Champion. Despite her opponent’s furious scowl, Candi simply grins in return; like this were all a big game to her.

As they each struggle for the upper hand, Candi leans in to whisper something to Billy... only two words of which are audible over the sound of their scuffling.

CANDI CAIN: ... ... ...old times... ...?

These words have a profound effect on Billy, as she stares wide-eyed at the smiling face of Candi, her grip slackening as she temporarily ceases struggling against this other woman.

BILLY BENNETT: ...what th-...

It’s all the advantage Candi seems to need, using this momentary lapse to drive a knee up into the Floridian’s stomach. Doubling over, Billy finds her head trapped underneath Candi’s arm as the pig-tailed woman locks in a guillotine choke. Her voice pours out sugar-sweet and oddly condescending, even as Billy - fighting back against the hold - pummels the woman’s ribs with fists, and scratches at the exposed skin of her arms until she draws blood.

CANDI CAIN: Mr. Wright figured you might try to interrupt his good time with Savannah! Good thing he sent me to say ‘hi’, huh?

Despite the strangling grip on her neck, Billy is still able to push her captor around the room, slamming Candi’s back into the walls and lockers several times before the lack of oxygen finally starts to weaken her. Before long, she’s not fighting back at all, her body starting to go limp in the hold; Candi simply releases her grip, letting Billy fall face-first to the ground where she lay groaning and gasping for breath.

CANDI CAIN: There, wasn’t that easy? By the time you’re ready to go rush out there and save the day, he should be aaaaaall done with sweet little Savannah Sunsh- errr, I mean Andrews!

Candi takes a step away and checks the back of one hand; completely ignoring Billy, who remains on the ground coughing and wheezing.

CANDI CAIN: Awwwww jeeeeeeeeeez, I broke a nail! Oh, well!

With that, she cheerfully skips to the door, unlocks it, and exits out into the hall; all without a single glance backward at the recovering form of Billy Bennett.



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 clasped behind their back as they wait for the moment. 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, but she is not wearing the usual grin. Instead, she's got a look full of fire and determination as she stares daggers around the arena. She doesn't pay any mind to the fans, simply makes her way towards the ring.

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 ignores the hands reaching out towards her. Though, the fans still seem to show some signs of support for the True Society member. As she approaches the ring, she walks over to the steel steps, climbing them until she meets the center of the ring apron. As she meets the center, she scrapes her boots, before climbing over the middle rope and into the ring. The clear change in demeanor is evident as Savannah seems to be in no mood.

I’ll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up every time
Everyone, ooh
Pulls away, ooh
From you

CLARA OLSON:: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds … She is The Angel of Death ... Breaker of Chains … SAVANNAH AAANNNDDDRRREEEWWWSSS!

With the announcer making her presence known officially, Savannah moves away from the corner and out to the center of the ring. She drops to her knees, wolf's head still on her head, and palms press against the canvas. For the first time, her eyes are seen and they are golden and bright enough to notice. She drops her head back, letting out a loud howl, before she pops up to her feet. Wolf's head slowly removed and handed to someone at ringside.

CLARA OLSON: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from The Promised Land Playhouse… weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds and standing at six feet and three inches tall… he is the Fallout Noble Champion, and everybody’s Friend… MIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEER WRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

The cheerful, bubbly, child-like melody of the ‘Good Friendship Song’ begins to play over the sound system, but the first person to make an appearance at the top of the entrance ramp isn’t Mr. Wright. It’s his special friend (no, not Candi Cain, his other special friend), Officer Penelope Anna Winston Gable!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uhhhhh, can we get a close-up on her, or…?

ALARA ADAMS: Relax, Kayden. Put it away.

Dressed in a skimpy, adult police officer costume, she scans left and right like she were looking for potential threats, before motioning to someone backstage. After a few moments delay, Mr. Wright comes pedaling into view on a run-down old bicycle with pig-tail tassels!

But why?

Who knows?!

Whatever the reason, the sight alone is enough to elicit a hateful scowl from Savannah Andrews, who points at him from the ring and begins shouting curses across the distance at her opponent.

Holding a bundle of inflated black, opaque balloons in one hand, he pauses along his journey to hand them off to skeptical audience members - noticeably, he avoids giving any to children, instead handing them off to the older members of the crowd with a smile and a wave.

By the time he makes it to ringside, dismounting the bicycle which is then locked up tight by Officer PAWG, he only has one balloon floating at the end of a long string. Making sure not to pop it, he carefully climbs the stairs and steps into the ring.

Standing in the middle of the ring, he lets go of the string holding the balloon down to earth. Untethered, it begins to float high above the ring… until he snaps his fingers; at which points, the various balloons he’d given out to the crowd - as well as the one that now hangs above Savannah Andrews - pop.

And what comes out? Why, blood of course! It’s probably fake, don’t worry!

The deep red liquid stains the audience members who were dumb enough to accept a balloon from this creep, and a significant amount falls down from above to dump on Savannah’s hair. The bell rings almost immediately after this…

DING! DING! DING!

Before the third bell has even been rung, Savannah - probably upset about the bicycle or the blood or something else, who knows - takes off in a full run at her imposing opponent. Mr. Wright opens both arms wide and tries to grab hold of her as she approaches, but Savannah ducks the attempted grapple and swerves around Wright to rebound off the ropes behind him.

Wheeling around to face his opponent just in time to catch a dropkick to the midsection, Wright’s bulky frame remains rooted in place as Savannah’s bounces off him. The Noble champion doesn’t move to take advantage as his opponent executes a quick kip-up to get back to her feet, simply staring down at Savannah with a calm, creepy smile on his face.

ALARA ADAMS: Look at that, he didn’t even move a step!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s going to be an uphill battle for Savannah Andrews to overcome the size difference in this match; does she have it in her?

Savannah wastes no time in going on the offensive again, stepping back towards Wright with a kick to the knee that seems to have little effect. He swings one open palm through the air, a backhand strike which is effortlessly dodged by Savannah as she moves to the side and aims another kick at the same knee.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Smart thinking here, trying to focus on knocking him down to a more manageable size.

ALARA ADAMS: Sure, but look at Mr. Wright! He’s barely flinching from those full-force kicks!

This continues for over a full minute, as Wright continues to swing his giant limbs at Savannah, who remains one step ahead; using her small size to duck and weave around the clumsy blows and continue to work that knee.

Throughout this exchange, the smile on Wright’s face remains as wide and cheerful as ever, a fact that only serves to infuriate Savannah, as he kicks get progressively wilder and more vicious. Eventually, the impact of her boots on Wright’s knee start to buckle his leg; it seems like the imposing TV host is starting to get frustrated, as his smile begins to fade with every subsequent kick.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like Wright is starting to have some trouble finding the uh… ‘humour’ in all this.

After well over a dozen kicks to the same exact spot, Wright’s stance finally falters as he drops down to one knee. Savannah is fully prepared to take advantage of this, as she spins on one foot to smash her opponent in the side of the head with a spinning heel kick.

ALARA ADAMS: A vicious kick from Savannah Andrews; but Mr. Wright refuses to go down!

Savannah takes off running into the ropes behind Wright, coming back with a bicycle knee to the back of the head; it’s almost enough to send the massive man sprawling forward to the canvas, but he catches himself with one hand before hitting the mat. He’s in the process of pushing himself back up to a kneeling position, as Savannah runs to the ropes again; she rebounds, looking like she’s going to repeat the same attack from the front…

…but before she’s able to hit him with a second bicycle knee, Wright’s hand moves through the air in a flash; gripping his diminutive opponent around the throat as he rises back to his feet.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like that dumb bi- I mean, Savannah’s in trouble now!

Moving quickly before Wright can fully close his hand around her neck, Savannah reaches up with both hands; one of them grabbing Wright by the wrist, and the second gripping his index and middle fingers, snapping them back in one vicious movement.

ALARA ADAMS: Good lord! She just dislocated two of his fingers in one motion!

This is enough to get Wright to release his grip and take a step back, as he looks at his two fingers - bent sideways at a nauseating angle - with a mildly confused expression on his face. Savannah moves forward to follow him, grabbing his other wrist in her grip and twist his arm before yanking it upwards as a loud POP can be heard over the shouts of the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: His shoulder is out of its socket! I can’t recall the last time we’ve seen such ruthless offense from Savannah!

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like her new ‘friends’ are rubbing off on her a bit.

KAYDEN ELLIS: From everything I’ve heard, ‘rubbing’ seems to be the right choice of words…

ALARA ADAMS: Alright Kayden, that’s enough; this might be Fallout but children might be watching!

Surprisingly, there is no shout of pain from Mr. Wright; neither is there any visible look of agony present on his face. He remains as calm as he was at the beginning of the match, although the friendly smile is gone as it settles in that Savannah is more of a threat than he might have taken her for at first.

As Wright stands and stares at his injured fingers - with his other arm hanging limp and dislocated at his side - Savannah quickly moves behind him, leaps up onto the ropes for a boost, and then back towards her taller opponent. She lands on his back, legs wrapping around his thick torso as she locks in a rear naked choke with her arms.

ALARA ADAMS: Unbelievable! Despite the difference in size and strength, Savannah Andrews has succeeded in dictating the pace of this match!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I doubt it’s a coincidence that she’s trying to end this match with one of Billy Bennett’s signature submissions, considering all the mindgames this oaf has put her friend through these past months!

The pressure around his throat robs Wright of any fresh oxygen, as he slowly sinks down to one knee while Savannah’s legs continue to press into his midsection, his ribs likely on the verge of cracking from the body scissors. Wright tries to reach his arms back to grab onto his attacker’s hair or arms, but he’s unable to find a grasp on anything that would help him break the hold.

ALARA ADAMS: Could this be it?!

While the referee positions himself to watch for signs of Wright tapping out or going limp, the Noble champion continues to slump forward to the ground as Savannah remains attached to his back with a seemingly unbreakable grip.

Grabbing hold of Mr. Wright’s wrist as his eyes start to close, the referee lifts his arm up in the air before dropping it… he repeats this a second time… with only one chance to remain in the fight, Mr. Wright is only a second away from losing the match when his eyes snap open.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like Mr. Wright still has some fight left in him!

ALARA ADAMS: Sure, but how long could he possibly hold on while in such a tight chokehold?

With the last of his energy, Mr. Wright suddenly stands back up to both feet and stumbles towards the nearest corner. He climbs the turnbuckles, all while Savannah tries to tighten her submission hold even more.

Before he passes out entirely, Wright manages to mount the third turnbuckle; he stands up and turns to face the ring… before he falls backwards off the ringpost, with Savannah still clinging to his back.

ALARA ADAMS: JESUS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s just been crushed between the ringside mats and her near-300 pound opponent!

As Wright’s massive bulk crushes Savannah against the floor, her hold on the larger man is broken from the impact. Even with his fall cushioned by his opponent’s body, Wright still takes some time getting back to his feet after rolling away from Savannah.

Eventually, he’s able to stand up and - after spending some time just watching her writhe around in pain on the mats - Wright grabs Savannah by the hair to toss her back into the ring with his working arm. He pauses to finally pop his two fingers and his shoulder back into place, his face showing none of the pain that it should cause.

Everything back in its proper place, Wright climbs up the steps and steps between the ropes, just as Savannah finishes crawling over to a corner and pulling herself back up. Running towards Wright, Savannah is able to stagger him back with a Dropkick. She executes a kip up as Wright recovers, then rushes back in with a second dropkick that knocks her opponent back into the corner.

Getting back to her feet and towards Wright, Savannah unleashes a vicious downwards stomp towards the same knee she was working earlier in the match. Collapsing down to one knee, Savannah pulls Wright in and traps his neck, hooking both of his arms in preparation for what appears to be a double underhook DDT.

Before she can follow through, Wright suddenly stands up, straightening his back out to catapult Savannah up and over him. She’s sent sailing over the ropes, and it looks for a moment like she might crash down to ringside again; but she’s able to grab hold of the ropes and redirect the momentum to land with both feet on the apron.

ALARA ADAMS: What a display of agility from Savannah!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She can be as agile or as vicious as she wants, but it looks like nothing is putting a dent in the behemoth Mr. Wright!

As Wright turns around to face her, Savannah leaps up onto the top rope from the apron and uses it to launch herself at him. Wrapping both legs around his neck, she swings the rest of her body in an attempted Hurricanrana…

…but Mr. Wright doesn’t budge, two hands grabbing Savannah’s legs and using them to lift her up high. It looks for a second like he might reverse the move into a powerbomb, but he suddenly lets go as Savannah come falling back down to the mat; before she hits the canvas, he wraps both arms around her torso mid-fall, capturing her in a bearhug.

ALARA ADAMS: ‘POP! Goes the Weasel!’ …I can’t believe I just said that.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This has to be it! Look at the size of the man; how is Savannah going to get out of this?!

ALARA ADAMS: The crowd still can’t decide how to react; she might be in True Society, but nobody seems willing to cheer for the bizarre Mr. Wright either!

Thrashing around in the massive man’s grip, Savannah rakes at his eyes and face with her nails, as Wright maintains his iron grip even as his skin is cut by the feral woman. Even as Savannah switches to throwing punches down onto his skull, Wright simply stares up at her with a serene smile as he squeezes the life out of his opponent.

Her blows growing weaker with each second spent in the bearhug, Savannah’s arms eventually start to go limp; her last act of defiance is spitting directly into Wright’s face, which doesn’t even cause the man to blink.

Before the referee can start to lift and drop Savannah’s arms for a knockout victory, Wright simply plants her to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex and drops over her for a relaxed pin, looking into the camera with a smile - and waving - as he does so.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner... MISTERRRRR WRIGHTTTTT!!!!

Pausing to pat Savannah’s hair as she lays almost motionless on the canvas, Mr. Wright stands up, turns to the hardcam, and begins to wave goodbye as it inexplicably fades to black; like this were an episode of The Promised Land Playhouse, instead of Fallout.



We cut to backstage where Petey is pushing Percival around as fast as they can go. With little care to the staff working hard to make sure the show runs smoothly.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Woah! Slow down there Petey! We’re gonna hurt some of our friends here backstage if we aren’t careful!

Petey continues to push Percival along, carefully avoiding any collisions.

LIL PETEY: Nah homie, I got this ya feel?

They turn a corner sharply, one of Percy’s wheels coming off the ground but Petey stabilizes him.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: WOAH! I’m so happy the KaVengers and most of Big Drip were able to make up and become friends in the end! I’m having the time of my life!!!

Just as the Ratman says that, Adam Ekatrin walks into the center of the hall from a doorway out of Petey and Percy’s view.

LIL PETEY: Look out dawg!

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Get out of the way!

Petey attempts to stop before they get to him but it’s too late as Percival bounces forward bumping into Adam knocking the coffee he was holding all over himself. The three stop and look at the stain on Ekatrin’s suit. Ekatrin drops his now empty coffee cup onto the ground and lets out a sigh.

ADAM EKATERIN: Petey… Percival…

Adam looks up to see the two who are now trying their best to avoid eye contact.

ADAM EKATERIN: I just got the paperwork done finalizing you two as co-general managers and Percival specifically as the fourth owner. I still don’t understand how you managed to do that when you can’t even read the word contract.

Ratman shrugs.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Thank papa!

ADAM EKATERIN: Right… Could you two please just promise me you’re not going to burn the place down when I’m gone?

LIL PETEY: Listen, you leavin’ this place in good hands, I gotchu. My reputation is on the line here too. Just like Ratboy here.

Percy nods along with what Petey is saying.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: We really only want the best for Fallout! After everything these people have been through it’s what they deserve.

ADAM EKATERIN: Okay, well you’re lucky I like you two and I still have some more paperwork involving Arik Holt to wrap up so you stay out of trouble… and slow the hell down!

Adam begins to walk away from the two, a smile coming across his face once the other two can’t see. Petey leans in as Percival begins to whisper so Adam can’t hear.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Why does he feel like he’s still our boss? We’re his boss now.

LIL PETEY: That’s a good point. Maaaaannnn this is wild.



CLARA OLSON: The following tag team number one contender contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling plays and the crowd jeers the hateful anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will as she emerges atop the ramp flanked by her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first. From Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, this is Sonya Benson!

Sonya makes a speedy trek down to the ring because she does not want to freaking be here. During their transit to the ring she makes sure to have Norris rip up some of the fans’ signs that she finds offensive. Once they get inside the ring she moves to her corner where she paces nervously while getting an encouraging pep talk from her entourage.

There are no pyrotechnics to herald the arrival of Johnny ‘SUPERSTAR of David’ ‘Goyim Slayer’ ‘The Kosher Kommando’ Levy. There isn’t even his usual theme song, the banger known as ‘Fame’ by Irene Cera.

Do you know why?

Because fuck Fallout. Honestly. What kind of bullshit is this.

But that’s none of my business.

Arriving at the top of the entrance ramp in a blue velour tracksuit with red stripes and smoking a cigar despite the clear ‘no smoking’ policy in effect at the venue, Johnny Levy doesn’t even bother to work the crowd as he usually might. Why bother? We all know how this is going to go; and anyway, he’s protesting.

Trying to fix the culture, thank you very much.

Anyway he comes to the ring and pulls a cordless microphone from inside his track jacket.

JOHNNY LEVY: Alright, listen up, because I’m only going to say this once, but probably also in all my future interviews, segments and promotional videos as well. Fuck this, you know? I specifically signed to Proving Ground, not this shady ass, white trash, outlaw mudshow called ‘Fallout’. I know this is likely some racially motivated attack on my person, and I don’t doubt that the human slug known as Indy Darling is somehow responsible for this. Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, because I’m sure these mentally ill CTE cases I’ve been booked to fight - against the terms of my contract, I should add - are probably barely holding back the steroid-induced rage they are surely battling at the moment. I understand Fallout doesn’t have a wellness policy, and it was fine when it was just Billy Bennett - that lovable misfit - smoking crack in supply closets. That’s cute. You know what’s not cute? The amount of HGH and Trenboline this Liz Karlson woman is clearly on. I mean, look at her when she gets out here and tell me I’m wrong. It’s ridiculous. To say nothing about Michael BowFlex… I mean Bishop. The less said the better, but if I was his wife I would seriously consider getting back with her ex-husband before something tragic happens. Anyway, I’m done, enjoy the rest of this garbage show you fucking rubes.

Throwing the microphone into the audience, a look of panic crosses Levy’s face when he realizes it didn’t belong to Project: Honor. It was from his own personal supply of microphones, and those things weren’t cheap.

CLARA OLSON: And introducing their opponents!

"BFG Division 2020" plays out through the arena speakers as Michael Bishop and Elizabeth Karlson make their way out from backstage.

CLARA OLSON: At a combined weight of four hundred and six pounds, Liz Karlson, Michael Bishop, they are BFG Division!

They storm the ring, stepping in and immediately sizing up their opponents, not waiting for anything further in the sense of pageantry or all that shit.

The bell rings as Levy quickly rolls under the ropes and Bishop grabs Sonya by the throat and tosses her to the ropes and when she comes back, he tosses her into the air and into a kick from Liz that drops her to her back. Liz grabs Sonya as Bishop heads to their corner. As Levy gets up to his team's corner as Liv starts kicking the shit out of Sonya's arm who tries kicking away and crawls over and immediately tags in Levy. The superstar quickly enters the ring and drops Liz with a clothesline before dropping her with another clothesline. Levy grabs the wrist of Liz and Irish whips her towards the rope, to which she rebounds off and gets elbowed in the face. Getting the advantage, Levy holds his arms out, taunting the crowd, not seeing Liz roll over to her corner and tags her partner, Michael Bishop in. He steps between the ropes and cracks his knuckles, and when Levy turns around and sees his new opponent. His arms slowly lowers in fear to the big tank of Michael Bishop before quickly rushing to his corner, tagging Sonya in, and jumping over the top rope and quickly heads over to the commentary desk, placing the headset on to join the team.

He also disconnects the headsets of the other two announcers, and - after ripping the headsets off them with the strength of Moses himself - flings them into the crowd. This that Levy show now, boys.

JOHNNY LEVY: First off, I’ve got some grievances I want to air here, okay? And you don’t need to hear TJ and Trey rattle off at the mouth when I’m trying to discuss something serious. It’s too much, all of it. This. Why am I - a humble Jewish man of culture - being sent to this shithole to do battle with these psychopaths? Trying to give the other brand some easy wins, Indy Darling? But why? These are the questions I hope to answer for all you fine people this evening. So, moving on…

He continues to talk as the match unfolds. No, literally, he doesn’t shut up; and he’s not even following the action.

Sonya watches him, not realizing Bishop has moved right behind her as he grabs her by the hair and tosses her over the rope into the ring. He grabs her by the throat and lifts her up and tosses her to the corner, throwing rights and lefts to the stomach of Sonya before lightly jogging to his corner, where Liz tags herself in. Bishop runs and hits a big body splash on Sonya before grabbing her by the neck and tosses her to Liz who hits a superkick to the chin of Benson, who spins around and gets caught in a suplex position, Bishop lifting her up, turning around and lowers her down to get in a powerbomb position by Liz and Bishop runs off the ropes and hits a clothesline as Karlson powerbombs her. Bishop looks out at Levy and dares him to get back into the ring, to which Levy waves it off.

JOHNNY LEVY: This loser thinks I’m going to step back into the ring with him? That’s brain damage, everyone, and I’d just like to say shame on Project: Honor management for not doing a CT scan on this man and anyone associated with him. And another thing, I was told backstage…

Bishop exits the ring to his corner as Liz grabs the arms of Sonya, looking at Bishop, then starts stomping on her skull before letting go of her arms, giving her skull one more stomp. She goes over and tags in Bishop. She walks over and grabs Benson and lifts her up, tossing her over to Bishop who nails a MMA Style Superman Punch.

JOHNNY LEVY: Hitting a woman? Real nice, what’s next? He’s gonna beat a midget with a plunger? Insanity, I tell you. Speaking of midgets, have y’all seen Savannah and Billy around? The ass on that junkie, I swear to…

Liz Karlson steps onto the edge of the ring as Bishop drops to his knees. He clenches his fists and slams his fists against her shoulder, arm, neck, and head. Bishop lifts Benson to a sitting position before running off the ropes, hitting Benson with a Shining Wizard. Bishop walks over and tags Liz back in as they both approach Sonya as Mike lifts Benson up and tosses her into the ropes. He pops her up off the ground and is caught by a Spear by Liz.

JOHNNY LEVY: This move has been brought to you by illegal Soviet-era steroids. I really ought to call the FDA on this two-bit company, but I really need the paycheck.

Bishop quickly exits the ring and Liz tags him back in. Liz lifts Sonya back up and tosses her to the corner. Liv goes to their corner and climbs up to the top rope. Michael grabs Benson and puts her over the top rope but keeps her onto the edge of the ring. He climbs onto the middle rope, locks her into a suplex hold and powers her up, suplexing her, and as soon as Sonya hits the mat, Liz jumps and hits a frog splash.

JOHNNY LEVY: Neat. So cool. I’d like to see either of these meatheads cut a promo to save their fucking lives.

Liz and Bishop look at each other and then Benson before lifting her up together. Bishop grabs Sonya her throat before pushing her to Liz. Dragon Suplex from Liz into a Belly-to-Belly from Bishop into a Backdrop by Liz into a Deadlift Exploder from Bishop into a German Suplex from Liz with a bridge and a roll-through for a pin from Bishop.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here are your winners and the new NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS… THE TEAM OF LIZ KARLSON AND MICHAEL BISHOP… BFG DIVISION!

'BFG DIVISION 2020' plays as Bishop and Liz stand over Sonya Benson as their arms are raised up in victory. They both leave the ring and head up the ramp.

JOHNNY LEVY: Alright we done here.



We cut back to ringside where most of the members of True Society are present. Surrounding the ring is a still distraught Angelo Caito, Julius Foulweather, Slade Castle, Savannah Sunshine, and Syndicate. There is a lot of tension in the group but everyone seems to be keeping their cool for now. High above the ring, hang both the Ascension and Prime championships. In the entrance way at the bottom of the ramp stands a ladder towering above everything else. The camera cuts to a shot of Clara Olson in the center of the ring.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is your main event of the evening and is a Fall of Society match! On the line are both the Ascension and Prime championships to crown Project; Honor’s first, Ascended Prime Champion!

The warm, inviting lights of the arena are cut out, replaced with a series of harsh, blue/white spotlights which illuminate the ring and entrance ramp, leaving the crowd in darkness. Dissonant, harsh, sludgy guitar riffs pour out of the speakers, as ‘Hiss of the Witch’ by Deadsmoke plays. Without any further fanfare, Billy Bennett steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp; torn jeans, chunky boots, and a filthy white shirt under her black leather vest. She slowly makes her way to the ring passing under the ladder on her way.

A chorus of boos almost overshadows her entrance music, though there are a few, scattered cheers from audience members who clearly appreciate her brand of violence. She looks around and is greeted by a smile from Savahnna while Slade stares coldly at the crazed Bennett. Bennett Slithers under the ropes and into the ring surrounded by her stablemates. She walks a circle around the ring making sure to make eye contact with each and every person she passes. She makes her way into the corner where she plays with her hair waiting for her opponent to make his way down.

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare Tyrant. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior, king, and tyrant’. “Repentless” by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as the stone faced Havoc slowly stepped out of the smoke with a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp, and the strobing red lights lighting their path. He approaches the ladder and caresses the side of it looking it up and down. He finally walks around it and approaches the ring.

He looks to the rest of True Society as he gets to the ring, and unlike Bennett he walks up to each one and stares them down assessing who he believes he can trust. As he passes each member, most don’t react much, however, Savannah seems hesitant to meet his stare. He climbs up the stairs, bat in hand and lays it against the corner, making sure to keep it within reach. As he steps through the ropes Billy walks across the ring but is stopped and pushed back to her corner by the ref. Havoc smiles as he stands in his own corner.

Clara Olson once again stands in the center of the ring as the lights go back to normal.

CLARA OLSON: In the far corner, weighing in at 117 lbs. She is the current Universal Briefcase holder and Ascension Champion… “Cottonmouth” BILLYYYYYYY BENNETTTTTT!!!

Billy wildly flares her arms over the ropes as there are mixed reactions with the crowd not wanting to take a side between the two.

CLARA OLSON: In the other corner, weighing in at 218 lbs. He is the winner of the 2022 Tyrant Battle Royal. He is the Prime Champion. The Harbinger of Reality, the Nightmare Tyrant, this… is… HAVOC!!!

Havoc spreads his arms wide as he looks across the ring to his opponent. He relishes in the mixed cheers and boos of the crowd around him. Clara steps out of the ring quickly not wanting to be surrounded by members of True Society any longer than she needs to.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go! Let’s see if Petey finally has True Society’s number!

KAYDEN ELLIS: There has been a lot of fighting within True Society.

The two approach one another and as they reach the center, Billy outstretches her hand to Havoc looking to keep things civil and not fall for Petey’s games. Havoc looks down to Billy’s hand then back up to Billy who is happily yet eerily smiling at him. Havoc looks to one side of the ring where Savannah is already against the apron yelling at Havoc.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS(NO MIC): Do it! Shake her hand!

Savannah seems nervous by Havoc's hesitancy. Meanwhile Havoc looks to the opposite side of the ring where Slade Castle and Syndicate appear to be shaking their heads expecting some form of foul play on Bennett’s part. Havoc finally turns back to Billy and slaps her hand out of the way. Billy’s happy expression immediately begins to sour, unhappy with Havoc's decision. The two finally come to blows as almost at the exact same time each of them begin throwing strikes at their competitor. At first they are both elbowing each other in the head as rapidly and frantically as possible until Havoc ducks under one of the elbow strikes and hooks Billy’s arms behind her back then lifts and drops her with a tiger suplex.

Billy rolls to the outside thinking she has rolled to the safety of Savannah but unfortunately has found herself between Syndicate and Havoc. Billy smiles and raises her arms up showing Syndicate that she isn’t a threat. Before Syndicate can do anything though Havoc reaches through the ropes and pulls Billy back in by her hair. He throws her to the center where Billy, this time rolls to the opposite side of the ring. Havoc follows but Savannah gets onto the apron to stop Havoc from coming any closer. Havoc ignores her and continues to approach Billy. The Angel of Death doesn’t take kindly to this and hits Havoc with a cheap shot knocking him away from the ropes. A trickle of blood begins to drip from Havoc's mouth which is no longer smiling either. Havoc charges the ropes but before he can attack her Savannah jumps down and Billy grabs him from behind hitting him with an inverted DDT.

ALARA ADAMS: There is so much to keep track of in this ring. The relationships these members have all made between one another. It’s almost like we are seeing two separate groups here.

KAYDEN ELLIS: While last time they said they were going to get it out of their system I’m not sure they really did. If anything, it seems to have only exacerbated the issues they already had.

ALARA ADAMS: No surprise there.

At ringside Caito seems to have completely snapped from earlier and begins sliding weapons into the ring. Julius approaches Caito and makes it very clear he is currently Foulweather as he aids in sliding weapons into the ring. Various things make their way in as well as weapons from earlier in the night such as the cheese grater covered in Latoya Hixx’s blood. Billy walks over and is handed a trash can lid by Julius personally then immediately begins to bring it down onto Havoc as he begins to try and get up.

Havoc does his best to cover up while Billy repeatedly hits him with the lid. Suddenly the lid is ripped from Billy’s hands from the apron. She turns to see Slade Castle staring back at her. She swings for Slade who holds up the lid to block the attack before jumping off the apron back to the floor. Billy recoils, shaking her hand from hitting the bare metal, when Havoc suddenly wraps his arm around her neck from behind. Holding her with a choke in one arm Havoc lifts the cheese grater he had taken off the mat. He begins to grate the skin off of Billy’s forehead as she screams out in agony. Savannah tries to enter the ring but is held back by Slade as the two begin to get into a slight scuffle. Syndicate circles the ring and watches closely, not quite taking a side just yet.

ALARA ADAMS: You can see the flakes of skin and blood come off with every push and pull of that grater.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Definitely not letting Havoc serve me parmesan any time soon, that’s for sure.

Billy’s face is now coated in blood with almost no skin left visible on her face when Havoc finally releases her. Savannah is desperately trying to get to her pet’s aid and finally escape Slade's grasp. Havoc drops the flesh grater and smiles while he mouths the word ‘sorry’. Savannah slides into the ring and lifts Billy’s head onto her lap trying to get Billy to come to. Havoc slides out of the ring where he approaches the ramp where he grabs the 20 foot(6 meter) ladder. With the aid of Foulweather they get the ladder into the ring where Savannah is still trying to get Billy back into the fight. Havoc sets up the ladder and begins to climb. Savannah notices and as Havoc approaches the top Savannah gets up and grabs the ladder. Havoc looks down from the top to notice the interference.

HAVOC: Don’t do it.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Sorry!

Savannah shoves the ladder over causing Havoc to fly out of the ring landing on top of Slade, Julius, and Caito. She then re-set up the ladder and begins to help up Billy who is begging to get her bearings back. Billy, still covered in Blood notices the clear ring and smiles at Savannah with the yellowish whites of her teeth showing through the red. Billy begins to climb the ladder. She reaches the top when she suddenly hears Savannah being thrown out of the ring below her. Billy turns to look down where she see’s Syndicate smiling back at her. Billy scrambles trying to reach for the belts but it’s too late as Syndicate has grabbed her leg and ripped her off the ladder.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Syndicate has officially chosen his side.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s no surprise knowing the history between these two.

Syndicate wipes his face as if relishing in this moment.

SYNDICATE: Nothing personal Billy, just business.

Billy in a seated position backs away from syndicate into the corner. Syndicate continues his approach, but stops…waiting to make sure no one in a red mask comes out. While distracted Billy grabs a chair and cracks Syndicate's skull. Syndicate crumples to the mat and rolls to ringside. Syndicate's distraction was long enough however as Havoc is now on his feet having his fall cushioned by the rest of True Society. Billy watches as Havoc circles the ring. He reaches his original corner and picks up his bat and slides under the ropes. Billy clutches at her chair and rises to her feet as the two, once again come face to face now with no one on their feet at ringside.

ALARA ADAMS: With all that out of the way, it looks like the match is about to start!

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two are willing to go through hell and back… then back into hell just for the chance to be the first Ascended Prime Champion.

Billy and Havoc swing their weapons clashing them against one another sending each flying out of their hands. Not letting up though they begin to throw elbows back and forth at each other's heads rapidly. The momentum begins to slow but as neither wants the other to win, they both begin to speed up their attacks once again. Each of them drops to a knee while the blood flies off Billy’s head and Havoc begins to bleed himself. Each of them slow once again throwing blow for blow each followed by a cheer from the crowd just happy to see these two punishing each other. Finally both collapse from exhaustion.

“FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER”[/i]

Havoc begins to get to his feet while Billy Bennett does the same, each of them leaning against the ropes. Billy charges forward hitting a running knee to the jaw of Havoc who rebounds off the ropes and lands a vicious headbut straight back at Bennett. Havoc grabs Bennett and spins her around then lifts her up dropping her with the GIGA DRILL BREAK! Havoc begins to crawl to the ladder as he pulls himself to his feet he begins to smile looking down on Billy. He rests for a moment looking at the carnage around him. He is the Nightmare Tyrant. Havoc then begins to climb the ladder. He may have rested too long as Billy is begging to stir as he starts his climb. Havoc almost makes it to the top when Billy grabs the ladder and begins to shake it, messing with Havoc's balance. Billy, as quick as she can, gets to the opposite side and begins to climb the ladder to meet Havoc at the top. The two trade blows at the top.

ALARA ADAMS: This is dangerous, we’ve seen this many times before. One wrong move and a career could be ended right here tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The resilience and determination of Billy is outstanding. It’s not often we even see someone get up from a Giga Drill Break.

Havoc slams Billy’s head into the top of the ladder and spins her around, setting her up for a Giga Drill Break Once more. Savannah once again gets into the ring drawing Havoc’s attention who sighs looking down at her but doesn’t give her the time of day lifting Billy off the ladder. The distraction was good enough though as Billy jams her fingers into the Tyrant's eyes. He sets her down allowing her to spin him around this time LOCKING IN THE PIT VIPER AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

ALARA ADAMS: That crazy crack addict is trying to put Havoc to sleep at the top of the ladder!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s nuts! If he falls she could go with him!

Havoc immediately begins to feel the effects already drained from previously in the match. Billy kicks her feet out allowing herself to dangle, getting even more leverage on the hold. Havoc is basically holding Billy’s entire body weight by his neck. Billy stays dangling just long enough to notice when Havoc is beginning to fade then climbs back on spinning him back around and tucking his head into a DDT position. Savannah looks up to Billy pleading to her not to do it but Billy blows her a kiss then JUMPS FROM THE LADDER HITTING THE DEADFALL ALL THE WAY OFF THE TOP! Both competitors hit the mat hard with nothing to break their fall. They lay motionless, and dead as far as anyone can tell.

”REST IN PEACE”
”REST IN PEACE”
”REST IN PEACE”
”REST IN PEACE”

Savannah immediately checks on her fallen friend and starts to pull her to her feet. Billy, nearly unconscious, is then pushed up the ladder by Savannah. As they near the top, Billy begins to reach for the belt.

She grabs the Ascension…

She grabs the Prime…

She begins to pull…

Suddenly, Savannah is yanked down and tackled out of the ring by Slade! Billy lands on her feet on the mat stunned by what just happened but instead of helping Savannah, she turns back to the ladder and begins to climb but is this time interrupted by Syndicate. Syndicate flips Billy off right to her face then hits the No Signal capture suplex on Billy. Syndicate gets up and begins to shout at Billy.

SYNDICATE(NO MIC): Now we are even!

In the Chaos Havoc is beginning to come too, noticing the vacant ladder with Syndicate over Billy Bennett. He crawls over and begins to climb. He reaches the top. He turns to face the crowd as he reaches up for the titles.

He grabs the Ascension…

He grabs the Prime…

He begins to pull…

And the belts come loose!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and NEEEWWWWWW ASCENDED PRIME CHAMPION…. THE NIGHTMARE TYRANT… HAAAAAAAVVVVVOOOOOOOCCCCC!!!!



Havoc slowly begins to wobble on top of the ladder, but Syndicate quickly climbs up and grabs him…keeping him up and helps him down the ladder. The ref walks over and lifts Havoc’s arm into the air…with Slade Castle pushing the ref out of the way and both Syndicate and Slade lifting Havoc’s arm’s into the air…a title in each hand. Savannah slides into the ring as Billy begins to sit up. But before Savannah can check on her, she is up to her feet. Taking a moment to hold the ropes and gain her bearings…her eyes are focused on Syndicate, Havoc, Slade…and the two titles.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uh-oh. True Society is hanging on by a thread right now and Billy Bennett has a look in her eyes that she wants to snap it.

The fans begin to boo loudly.

ALARA ADAMS: AND HERE COMES ARIK HOLT IN HIS REDD OUTFIT!!!

Arik Holt comes running down the entrance ramp, slides into the ring, and quickly jumps to his feet. He stands in between Billy and the others, his hands out to stop them.

ARIK HOLT: NO! STOP THIS! We are True Society! We don’t act like the heathens in the back. We agreed long ago that we are a team and anything that happens in this ring is purely business.

Syndicate slowly slinks out of the ring as everyone’s eyes are locked on Arik. Caito slides into the ring, standing on the side of Havoc and Slade…while Julius Fairweather stands on the outside.

ARIK HOLT: Titles and designations don’t mean anything! We are True Society! We are the winners of the War Games! WE ARE THE GREATEST FACTION TO STEP FOOT IN PROJECT: HONOR!!!

SLADE CASTLE: We are done with this shit.

CLANG!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: SYNDICATE JUST SLIDE INTO THE RING BEHIND BILLY AND SAVANNAH…AND CRACKED BILLY IN THE HEAD WITH HER SUITCASE!!!

Slade lets go of Havoc and charges towards Savannah, who takes a stance and begins to block his attack. Meanwhile Angelo grips a brick he had behind his back, aims…AND THROWS IT AT SAVANNAH…BUT ARIK HOLT STEPS IN THE WAY!!! Arik’s head snaps to the side, but he bounces back…turning his head slightly to look back at Angelo.

ALARA ADAMS: HALF OF ARIK’S MASK IS MISSING! THAT BRICK DID SOME MAJOR DAMAGE!!!

Angelo charges forward and swings at Holt…BUT HOLT DUCKS UNDER THE PUNCH!!! Angelo turns around to see Holt…KICK TO THE GUT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THE MOMENT!!!

Sitout Facebuster onto Angelo Caito, by Arik Holt. He reaches down and grabs Angelo’s brick…his eyes looking up at Slade Castle, who is still exchanging punches with Savannah. Before he can even stand back up completely…

ALARA ADAMS: ORIGINAL SYN!!! SYNDICATE JUST LAID ARIK HOLT OUT WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!!!

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: ARIK!!!

Savannah, seeing this, quickly breaks away from Slade and runs to her fiance. She checks on him, looking over at Billy as well…who is just beginning to move. Meanwhile Slade and Syndicate help Havoc and a groggy Angelo out of the ring, before Syndicate snatches a microphone from the announcer’s table.

SYNDICATE: You’re right, Arik. But I regret to tell you that there needs to be some addendums to your little motivational speech. We WERE True Society. Now? True Society is finished. And if you want someone to blame, blame yourself. You were too focused on your little floozy to notice Billy Bennett’s actions were tearing us apart from the inside. And some of us just got tired of that shit. So whatever you three want to do…you do you…as for us?

Syndicate motions to Slade, Havoc, Angelo and Julius. Julius throws his hands up, almost as if saying he’s wanting nothing to do with this.

SYNDICATE: We’re out. True Society no more.

Syndicate tosses the microphone back at the announcer’s table as he and the others help Angelo and Havoc around the ring and up the entrance ramp. The camera’s change to focus on Billy getting up to her knees, feeling back to her head…and Savannah still hovering over an unconscious Arik Holt.

Fade to PH Logo.