FALLOUT XXIII: NEW LEGACY

Mark sits at the top of the entrance way and surveys the damage. Moments pass and finally Billy and Havoc are able to get back to their feet. They trudge through the knee deep water and take turns striking each other, spitting blood with every hit they take. Havoc grabs the back of Billy’s head and brings her face down into the center of his knee. Billy pops back up though and returns the favor doing the same to Havoc. Havoc loses his footing falling backward into the water. Having been through enough, Billy dives on top of Havoc and wraps her hands around his throat as she shoves his head under the water. Havoc thrashes in the water throwing unprotected punches to the jaw of The Cottonmouth but it appears as if Billy has entered a trance like state just absorbing each hit.

Havoc’s struggle begins to slow now, giving up on attacking Billy, preserving his air. He continues to try to pull Billy’s hands off his neck but with each attempt, Billy’s grip only grows tighter. Havoc begins to fade as he reaches out to Mark desperately trying to find a way to get Billy off of himself. Mark notices Havoc’s desperate stare but instead of going to break it up, Mark simply smirks at Havoc and shakes his head, satisfied with what he had accomplished. Mark gets up and limps out of the ring area leaving Billy alone with Havoc.

The life slowly begins to fade from Havoc’s eyes. It almost looks as if, just for a moment, Havoc is gone, and it’s just Christopher Sabertooth left. Billy looks down at the helpless man as his eyes finally roll back and he has to take a breath. Possibly his last. The referee begins to rip Billy off of Havoc as he throws his arms in the air towards the timekeeper’s area.

DING! DING! DING!

The commentary team is silent, as is the crowd. At most there is a restlessness as everyone tries to see what has happened. Paramedics rush to the ring and drag Havoc out of the water, facepaint completely washed away. Just a man. They get him on a stretcher as they begin to perform CPR. Billy takes a few steps back and climbs up one of the turnbuckles and takes a seat looking as confused as everyone else. Billy holds her head in utter shock.

J.T. PRICE: Is Havoc okay?! What just happened?!

TREY BOOKER: Everyone here is in shock by the horrendous display we have just seen.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can’t believe Billy actually killed Havoc…

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t say that! He’s not dead yet! He can’t be…

HOLLY PEREZ: I have just been informed by our referee…

The crowd goes silent.

The air is heavy as they wait for the announcement.

HOLLY PEREZ: … your winner AND NEEEEWWWWW PROJECT; HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION, THE COTTONMOUTH, BILLLLLYYYYYYYY BENNNEEEETTTTTT!!!!

Billy’s eyes widen as the referee comes down the damaged walkway and hands her the Legacy Championship. Billy stares at the golden belt and stands from the second rope just out of reach of the water. Billy’s eyes initially begin to get teary as she holds the title up with one hand and her hair with the other. Those tears quickly turn into validation as Billy begins to shout at the crowd, letting them know that she did it. She was not done being a dominant force in Project; Honor. Billy sits on the top turnbuckle and holds the title tightly against her chest. A wide sickening smile comes across her face as she looks down at her drowned opponent. The medics seem to calm down as they rush Havoc to the back leaving Billy alone in the ring.

The crowd reacts in a violent burst of cheers, boos and everything in between as fireworks erupt in the sky over Cancun. The Project; Honor logo appears at the bottom of the screen as Billy stares into the camera, hundreds of emotions filtering through her head. Fade to black.







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 and Proving Ground Roster.

♫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♫[/i]

In the first clip we see John Blade stand face to face with Latoya Hixx whilst holding his Triple A championship. Behind them is the meager Noah Hope simply trying to stay out of the way.

♫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♫[/i]

In the second clip we see both Phantom Troupe and BFG Division stand across from Advanced Mathematics, and Zach Cage holding a picture of a bloody Caito.

♫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♫[/i]

In the third clip we see Yuriko Toyama, Earl Boyde, and Andrei Sokolov strapped to tables while Henry Lee Hyde sits in a wheelchair holding a needle filled with anesthetics.

♫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♫[/i]

In the fourth clip we see Lil’ Petey partying with his liquor of choice while across from him Savannah is downing hers.

♫My eyes are fixed on the final war
My eyes are fixed on the final war (war)
The war (the final)♫[/i]

In the fifth and second to last clip we see a table with a contract and the Playhouse Championship on top of it while Mister Wright and Alyssa Grace sit across from one another.

♫All I see is peace, war
All I see is peace, war
All I see is♫[/i]

In the final clip we see a wild Billy Bennette celebrating with her newly won Legacy Championship, however, nothing good lasts forever as the figures of Jason Long and Tate Selby loom behind her.

“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.






The crowd is on their feet, cheering as they look forward to the evening’s show. The camera cuts to the commentary desk, with Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis greeting the viewing audience.

ALARA ADAMS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fallout XXIII, coming to you live from the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s looking like one hell of a show tonight. To open things up, we have the Surgeon of Thuganomics and TWO-TIME Triple A Champion John Blade defending his title against The Blueprint and The Kingslaye-

Kayden’s words are cut off by a deafening chorus of boos from the audience, as Billy Bennett steps out from the backstage area onto the top of the entrance ramp. There’s no pomp, no circumstance; the arena lights aren’t replaced by the harsh blue spotlights of her typical entrance, and her usual sludgy doom metal theme music isn’t heard.

ALARA ADAMS: Well, we weren’t sure if we’d be getting a speech from the new Legacy Champion...

KAYDEN ELLIS: We’ve never seen Billy come down to the ring for anything other than a match... to tell you the truth, I’m a bit surprised she’s even bothering to come out and gloat.

ALARA ADAMS: You didn’t expect HER to gloat?

KAYDEN ELLIS: You know what I mean, Alara!

Billy hasn’t bothered to change out of her street clothes, wearing a ratty, stained ‘Swindle Shelldrake’ T-Shirt displaying a cartoon squid underneath her favorite wrestler’s name. Some torn jeans, muddy boots and a blue-and-black plaid button-up shirt tied around her waist complete the outfit.

The Legacy Championship belt is held over one shoulder, as she pauses at the top of the stage to survey the audience with a smirk on her lips. The camera scans the crowd; perhaps surprisingly, there are a few scattered pockets of people waving pro-Billy signs and cheering, with the same fervor and passion that the rest of the audience boos her with.

In no rush to make her way to the ring, Billy swaggers down the ramp, looking like she’s enjoying the intensity of the hatred that pours out from the onlookers. She casually makes her way around the exterior of the ring, to the commentary desk.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh no, here she comes… and I just got the shirt dry-cleaned yesterday…

A brief frown flashes over Billy’s face, perhaps close enough to hear Kayden’s words; but she doesn’t react beyond that, reaching out to grab a spare microphone off the desk and slide under the ropes. Moving to stand in the center of the ring, she begins to speak.

BILLY BENNETT: Booin’ me? Really? Way I see it, ya oughta be cheerin’. I mean, not only did I kill True Society, but I brought this belt back to Fallout…

She lifts the Legacy Championship high into the air, the faceplate glittering in the light of the arena... and then she lets go of it, letting the belt fall to the canvas. Without a second glance at it, she stomps over to one corner and collapses into it, her back resting up against the turnbuckle as her tangled mass of hair falls forward to block her eyes.

BILLY BENNETT: And that ain’t all; I spared ya an eternity of preenin’ and paradin’ from that painted-up clown. So yeah, you’re fuckin’ welcome for all that.

It’s like the audience actually considers her words, as the negative response from them begins to die out a bit, though she still has to speak over boos and shouts from the more dedicated audience members. There’s a pause, as Billy falls into a silence that is eventually broken by a strangled giggle that escapes from behind that wall of hair.

BILLY BENNETT: Only thing that could make this victory sweeter, is if my ol’ pal Sydney was ‘round to celebrate with me! Bet he’d be so proud to see his friend holdin’ the same belt he used to wave in everyone’s fuckin’ faces.

She shrugs, with an obviously fake, over-the-top depressed sigh.

BILLY BENNETT: Ah well. I’ll be waitin’ to collect my congratulations whenever he finds his way back to us, bet on that.

With a sudden burst of movement, Billy pulls herself back to her feet and steps towards the Legacy Championship she'd dropped in the middle of the ring. Rather than scoop it up, she simply stands over it, dark eyes cast down on the object.

BILLY BENNETT: Beautiful, ain’t it? And this is comin’ from someone who couldn’t give a fuck ‘bout what it stands for. Y’see, I already got everythin’ I needed outta winnin’ this damn thing; showin’ everyone backstage, in the audience, at home, that I was better than all these so-called ‘legends’. That they couldn’t keep Billy down forever...

Running one hand through her hair, she pushes it out of her face to reveal a wide, manic grin full of grinding teeth.

BILLY BENNETT: It’s time to bury the past, and start makin’ some new legends in this fuckin’ place, don’tcha think? Puttin’ Havoc in the fuckin’ ground was just the first step, with Jason next up on that list... but I wanna see if anyone out there has what it takes to step up and kill Billy. Way I see it, management been treatin’ this whole Legacy thing the wrong way. Savin’ it for the washed-up old-timers who see winnin’ the gold as a sign they can kick their feet up, sit back, and watch everyone else have all the fun.

Her semi-composed façade shatters in the blink of an eye, she screams out the next words at the top of her lungs.

BILLY BENNETT: WELL, FUCK THAT!!!

The outburst seems to even take Billy by surprise, as she falls into silence as soon as the words escape her lips. The audience is stunned by this sudden, unhinged exclamation. Blinking hard, she shakes her head wildly, hair whipping back and forth as she struggles to regain some composure.

BILLY BENNETT: That ain’t me, I ain’t gonna be avoidin’ title defenses like every other loser who held this thing. I want anyone who thinks they can hang with Billy to step up and prove it.

Bending down to scoop the Legacy Championship off the canvas, Billy steps over to face the hardcam and holds the belt out towards it, faceplate pointed straight at the lens.

BILLY BENNETT: This ain’t a Championship. Not to me. It’s bait. So let’s see who’ll take it, huh? ‘Cause I’m gonna be holdin’ auditions, open to anyone who wants one! Not a title match... naw, ya gotta earn that by beatin' me, just to prove that you’re worth it. Anyone who ain’t had the opportunities they feel they deserve, now’s your chance... ‘cause I know that somewhere out there is the next Billy Bennett, and I wanna meet ‘em.

Turning away from the hardcam to stalk around the edge of the ring, eyes locking on to every audience member brave enough to make eye contact with her, she continues to speak into the microphone.

BILLY BENNETT: So speak up, and I’ll get to as many of ya as I can before someone tears the belt outta my hands... but this ain’t gonna be no regular match, ‘cause I gotta get my kicks too. It’s no good to me if ya only last a few minutes in the ring, won’t be able to enjoy myself like that. Naw, I don’t wanna bother with some match ya can get outta by tappin’ as soon as I got a good grip on your neck.

Her slow, meandering stroll comes to a sudden stop, as she steps up onto the bottom ring rope and hangs over the top, staring down at the commentary team who both seem more than a bit unsettled by being the object of Billy’s attention.

BILLY BENNETT: So we’re gonna do this my way. The fun way. An iron man match... but we ain’t scorin’ points with pins or knock outs. We’re gonna see who can take the most pain... ‘cause the winner is gonna be the one who makes the other beg, who makes ‘em tap out, over and over again, until that bell rings after thirty minutes; and not a fuckin’ second sooner…

Stepping off the bottom ring rope, Billy drops to her stomach and slides underneath it to walk up to Kayden and Alara, who push their chairs back as far as possible.

BILLY BENNETT: Anyone thinkin’ of takin’ this offer oughta think ‘bout what it really means, and what they’re gettin’ into. Still feelin’ strong after all that? Well, good… maybe I’ll see ya soon.

With a snort of laughter that echoes over the arena’s sound system, Billy tosses the microphone at Kayden’s chest. He almost tips his chair backwards at the sudden aggressive motion, only catching himself at the last second.

BILLY BENNETT: (off-mic) Nice catch.

Spitting in his face, Billy smiles as she watches Kayden hold himself back from doing anything about it… he looks furious, but he doesn’t say anything in the face of the feared Legacy Champion.

She stands there for a few moments, grinning and inviting Kayden to stand up and strike back. But he doesn’t, and Billy scoffs in disgust as she shakes her head.

She turns away to make her way around ringside, heading back up the ramp and disappearing backstage to the same sustained chorus of boos she arrived to.

ALARA ADAMS: *stifling laughter* Uhhh… are you alright, Kayden?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Someone get me a towel. That disgusting bi-

ALARA ADAMS: *stifling laughter* Okay, okay. Let’s keep it professional.



“Sky's The Limit'' plays over the loudspeakers as Latoya Hixx comes out on stage and grooves a little bit. She takes a stance and lifts up her blue sunglasses off of her face.

CLARA OLSON: Your first match is a triple threat match for the Triple A Championship! On her way to the ring, first, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 114 pounds, The Blueprint, Latoya Hixx!

Hixx hands the sunglasses to her fans and begins to walk straight down to the ring. She hops on it and holds onto the ropes to bend over and show the audience and cameras her Boss Knuckles. Hixx gets inside of the ring and takes off her wrestling jacket, waiting for her opponents to arrive.

The song changes to something often not televised as “Polyamorous” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play. Noah Hope stumbles out from behind the curtain and looks at the crowd which is pumped up and ready for this opening contest.

CLARA OLSON: and her opponent, from Accident, Maryland. Weighing in at 140 pounds, “Squirt” Noah Hope!

Noah waves to the crowd and walks toward the ring sliding underneath the rope. He gets into position in his corner when the music fades.

“My Time is Now” by Trademarc begins to play as the “Big Match” John Blade walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little, then holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag. Blade tosses it to the fans.

CLARA OLSON: And finally, hailing from Newbury, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 260 pounds. This is the Master of Thuganomics, and your Triple A Champion, “Big Match” John Blade!!!

He salutes and runs straight down the ramp and slides into the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side, stopping in the center, he holds up his “Anyone, Anywhere, Anytime” championship. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain and title to the ref to begin to fight.

ALARA ADAMS: Here we are with our first match of the night and what a strange group of competitors we have.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I cannot believe we get to see John Blade here on Fallout, gotta be the best thing going for Proving Ground let me tell yuh’.

ALARA ADAMS: Let me just say, Hixx and Noah don’t have the greatest records here in Project Honor but by god, they put their hearts into it… (chuckle) Okay, yeah no way Blade loses this one.

DING! DING! DING!

Right out the gate, John Blade and Latoya Hixx run across the ring towards each other only to sandwich Noah Hope in between their stereo clotheslines. They each back away as Hope falls to the mat. They each watch as the fallen jobber squirms around on the mat then turn their attention back to one another. John Blade gets the initial advantage, able to lock up with Hixx, overpowering the blueprint and pushing her back into the corner. Blade whips Hixx across the ring into the opposite corner chasing after and landing a diving forearm into the corner. As Hixx stumbles out of the corner Blade picks her up into a fireman's carry looking for the Attitude Adjustment. Blade launches Hixx off his shoulders but she lands on her feet and then does a backflip kick to nail Big Match John in the crown of his head.

ALARA ADAMS:Blade was going for the finish already but it looks as if Hixx had other ideas!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You shouldn’t underestimate the Blueprint, she is making sure to take this match at her pace!

ALARA ADAMS: She’s still a long ways away from winning this one!

Blade stays on his feet but tumbles back into the ropes. Hixx runs into the ropes then runs back across the ring dropkicking John Blade over the top rope and to the outside. Latoya gets back to her feet just as Noah Hope begins to recover as well. Before he even realizes what is happening, Hixx has already leapt onto his shoulders and hits him with a hurricanrana into a pin.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hixx trying to get the quick pin!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: I can’t believe I’m saying this but we have a new champion!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Latoya Hixx has finally won her first match, and for the Triple A Championship no less!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and neeeeeewwwwww Triple A Champion… LATOYA HIXX!!!

Hixx releases the pin on Noah Hope and spins over looking up at the ref as he hands her the Triple A championship. Tears begin to fall from her eyes as she lifts the belt up for the crowd to see.

LATOYA HIXX: That’s right! I did it! I’m the hoeski now!

ALARA ADAMS: Wait! It looks as though Hixx has forgotten the rules that come with the Triple A Championship!

JOHN BLADE: You might be the hoeski,
but I should let you know you still can’t see me!

Hixx spins around to see John Blade waving his hand in front of his face. He then hits a toe kick into the gut of Hixx who lurches over. John Blade lifts Hixx onto his shoulders and hits an Attitude Adjustment! John Blade isn’t done yet though, he picks Hixx up, and hits a second Attitude Adjustment. With Hixx still stirring, Blade rolls the Blueprint over and locks in the STF! Hixx is desperately trying to break out but is fading fast. Having seen enough, Noah runs over to break up the submission just before Hixx taps.

NOAH HOPE: The match is over man, get off!

JOHN BLADE: Anytime, anywhere squirt!
Now you’re just asking for me to bring the hurt!

John Blade picks Hope up onto his shoulders and hits an AA slamming Noah onto Hixx!

ALARA ADAMS: John Blade is a House of Fire right now!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Are we about to see a three time champ?!

John Blade runs to the corner and holds up ok hand signs, however in the center of the ring, the referee drops to the mat for a pin!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner and neeeeewwwww Triple A champion… NOAH HOPE!!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Wait! Noah was on top of Hixx!

KAYDEN ELLIS: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!

Before Blade even notices what has happened, Serrano runs down to the ring from the back, throws Noah over his shoulders, and runs up the ramp.

SERRANO POBLANO: I gotcha Noah! We’re getting outta here!

Blade dives out of the ring and chases the two up the ramp and into the back.







CLARA OLSON: The following bout is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Project: Honor Tag Team Championship belts…

Bright white lights light up the crowd and stage as a green chalked board can be seen on screen. Suddenly an equation begins to form on the board before a school bell starts to ring. The voice of Cal Culus comes over the speakers as we hear "HOLLA, IF YOU KNOW THE ANSWER!" "Black Math" by the White Stripes begins to play as Cal and Trig make their way on stage. Both are in full academic attire with deep Vs in their sweater vests and large bare arms showing. The two butt heads then make their way to the ring lecturing the crowd as they walk by.

CLARA OLSON: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of five-hundred-and-twenty-one pounds… Cal Culus and Trig O’Nometry… they are… AAADVAAAAANCED MATHEMAAAAATIIIIIIIIIIIICS!

Cal hops up onto the apron with one knee while Trig climbs the steps in a jogging motion. Cal flexes on the apron while looking at the camera then points to his giant brain while doing so. On the other side of the ring where Trig enters through the ropes he begins to point at the crowd and tries to get them to add together the amount of fingers he holds up. It gets little response from the uneducated wrestling crowd. Cal joins Trig in the ring as they now pose together flexing their muscles and holding up their arms to the crowd.

“Badstreet USA" by Crossfyre starts to play and the crowd begins to get pumped up. DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine come out from the curtain together fired up and motioning for the crowd to do the same.

CLARA OLSON: Their opponents, making their way to the ring. They are the Project: Honor Tag Team Champions. At a combined weight of four-hundred-and-twenty pounds… Kyle Valentine, DJ Hunter… they are… THEEEEE PHAAAAAAAANNNNTOOOOOOOMMMM TROUUUUUPPPPEEEEEE!

Kyle and DJ sprint down to the ring and slide under the ropes. They keep their momentum as they bounce off the ropes with acrobatics landing in the center of the ring striking a pose for the crowd. The two go to their corner and wait for the start of the match.

The camera cuts briefly to the commentary table, with Alara watching the ring and Kayden glancing down at an open book. The cover reads ‘Math Jokes’.

But why?

After some brief communication, DJ Hunter steps out of the ring and stands on the apron; mirrored by Trig O’Nometry taking up his spot on the other end of the ring’s apron, leaving Kyle Valentine and Cal Culus squaring up as the bell rings.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Kyle will be starting this match for The Phantom Troupe, with Cal Culus first up on behalf of the challengers.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I just hope it isn’t a misCALCULATION on the part of Advanced Mathematics.

ALARA ADAMS: …please tell me this isn’t going to be a thing for the entire match.

DING! DING! DING!

Rather than attacking his smaller opponent, Cal steps forward and lifts both arms up to flex his impressive biceps at Kyle. Valentine simply rolls his eyes at this ridiculous display, moving towards the larger man confidently, seemingly unconcerned about the size difference.

Once Kyle reaches arms length, Cal swiftly drops his double-bicep pose and goes to grab him in a headlock. With an obvious advantage in terms of reaction time and speed, Kyle ducks under the clumsy grasp and runs towards the opposite ropes, bouncing back and ducking a brutal clothesline from Cal.

Hitting the ropes on the other end of the ring, Kyle rebounds towards Cal, who lifts one foot up to head-level in an attempt to strike Kyle with a Big Boot. Instead of ducking under it, Kyle redirects his momentum and steps to Cal’s side, ceasing his movement suddenly and striking his opponent in the face with a Superkick that staggers the larger man.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Why did Pi get its drivers license revoked?

ALARA ADAMS: …please.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It didn’t know when to stop!

ALARA ADAMS: Help me…

Before Cal has an opportunity to recover, Kyle takes him to the mat with a Snapmare and then move back to lock in an Ankle Lock. With his immense strength, Cal is able to pull himself towards his corner as Trig O’Nometry reaches out over the ropes to extend his hand.

Kyle attempts to pull Cal back towards the center of the ring, but his opponent’s strength is too much to combat, even with him on the mat and locked into that submission hold. Cal manages to power through the last few feet towards his corner, and with one last burst of energy reaches out to slap Trig’s hand.

Releasing the hold immediately to create some distance between himself and his fresh opponent, Kyle ducks a wild lariat from the charging Trig and runs to the ropes. He leaps up onto the second set and back towards his opponent, attempting a Springboard Hurricanrana.

Trig is strong enough to catch Kyle mid-air and arrest his momentum, picking him up high and slamming him back to the mat with a Sit-Out Powerbomb into a pin.

ONE!

T-

KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: Looks li-

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hey Alara, which King loved fractions the most?

ALARA ADAMS: …stop this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: HENRY THE 1/8TH!

ALARA ADAMS: Can we get Levy out here to replace Kayden? I think he hit his head on something backstage.

Trig scowls at the referee as he drags Kyle to his feet, sending him into the corner furthest from his partner DJ, charging after him in an attempt to sandwich the smaller man between the turnbuckles and his own body weight.

As Trig rushes at him, Kyle recovers in time to mount the turnbuckles and execute a front-flip over Trig, landing on his feet behind his opponent and running up to catch him in a surprise Roll-Up pin.

ONE!

TW-

KICKOUT!

Grabbing Trig and whipping him into the ropes directly next to DJ Hunter, Kyle’s partner reaches out and grabs hold of Trig as he hits the ropes, hooking both arms behind the man’s back. Suddenly unable to move or defend himself, Trig is an easy target for a follow-up Superman Punch from Kyle.

Moving with lightning speed, Kyle follows-up with a swift Spinning Backfist, then an Elbow Strike to the jaw, before completing the rapid-fire combination by leaping onto the turnbuckle and back towards Trig, catching him with a Tornado DDT.

A kip up brings Kyle back to his feet, taking this opportunity to tag DJ Hunter into the match. DJ immediately leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, executing a perfect Moonsault onto the downed Trig; he remains on top of him for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

KICKOUT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hey, Alara.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my god, no…

KAYDEN ELLIS: What do you call two friends who love math!

ALARA ADAMS: I hate this…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Algebros!

Trig is pulled to his feet by DJ, but interrupts with a sudden European Uppercut, his strength enabling him to temporarily daze the Tag Team champ with that unexpected strike. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Trig pulls DJ to his corner and tags his partner Cal into the ring.

Cal begins to climb the turnbuckles, as Trig lifts DJ up onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair position, backing up closer to the corner as his partner finishes climbing.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh oh…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hey Alara, what d-

ALARA ADAMS: SHUT UP!

KAYDEN ELLIS: …jeez.

Standing up on the top turnbuckle, Cal goes to leap off and execute a Bulldog onto DJ as he rests atop Trig’s shoulders… but as he attempts to jump, one foot slips and he goes tumbling off the top turnbuckle, face-first onto the mat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like he… heh… misCALCULATED on that one.

ALARA ADAMS: YOU SAID THAT ALREADY!

Trig looks over his shoulder as he hears his partner fall to the canvas, which is all the opportunity DJ Hunter needs to start throwing punches at him from above, weakening him to the point he can execute a Poisonrana on the larger man.

With both their opponents laid out, DJ Hunter moves to tag his partner Kyle Valentine in; they both remain in the ring, as they move towards the legal man for Advanced Mathematics - Trig O’Nometry - and pick him up off the mat.

Standing him onto his feet, Trig barely remains on his feet as The Phantom Troupe move to opposite sides of him. Moving as one, the Tag Team Champions strike simultaneously; DJ Hunter hitting him with a Discus Big Boot, as Kyle Valentine strikes low with a Running Legsweep that takes Trig off his feet completely.

DJ Hunter moves back onto the apron as his partner drops down to pin Trig O’Nometry.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

As Kyle Valentine rolls off Trig O’Nometry and begins to celebrate the win with his partner DJ Hunter, Clara Olson steps back into the ring with the microphone to announce their victory.

CLARA OLSON: Your winners, and still Project: Honor Tag Team Champions… THE PHANTOM TROUUUUUUUUPE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damnit, I had like fifty more jokes to make! Couldn’t they have dragged it out a bit?

ALARA ADAMS: Kayden, just stop, I’m exhausted.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m just saying, is all…

Kyle Valentine and DJ Hunter retrieve their Championship belts and hold them into the air as Advanced Mathematics regroups in the corner, staring at The Phantom Troupe angrily as the champs leave the ring.



We cut to the back to see an out of breath Serrano still running through the halls backstage with Hope on his shoulders. The Triple A championship precariously hangs off Noah’s back.

SERRANO POBLANO: We are almost out of here bud! I can’t believe it! A KaVenger is officially a Project: Honor Champion!

Serrano hasn’t realized that Noah is still dazed and semi-unconscious from the match he had just been in. In the distance John Blade can be heard dropping bars on everyone he passes while looking for the champion. As Serrano rounds the corner he sees the glorious Fallout Catering section. A large sign above simply says “Best Friends Catering” with an image of Ratman and Serrano side by side. While likely intended as a kind gesture by Ratman, it simply upsets Serrano as he still hasn’t been able to find his friend. He is only upset until he looks back at the food which looks far tastier than what they are given on Proving Ground. Serrano forgets all about what he was doing and puts Noah on the ground to go eat.

John Blade comes running around the corner to find the prone Noah simply rolling around holding his back from the AA he received earlier. Blade approaches seemingly unimpressed.

JOHN BLADE: You think you can trick me by playing possum short stack?
Why don’t we see how smart you feel when I drop a five knuckle shuffle on your ballsack.

And sure enough, John Blade does a shimmy, brushes off his shoulder, then drops the Five Knuckle Shuffle straight into Noah Hope’s crotch! Noah grabs his battered testis and groans in pain as he tries to breathe the suffering away. Blade goes for the cover! The referee from the previous match jogs up the hall and drops to the ground to count the pin.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

John Blade gets back to his feet and grabs his championship off the ground.

JOHN BLADE: You might want to stay down chum, I think it’s clear.
If any of y’all want my title, come get some, THE CHAMP IS HERE!

Blade struts down the hallway doing a flinch test on crew members as he passes them by testing anyone who might have even a second thought about trying to take his strap.



CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a GO TO SLEEP MATCH! AND IT IS FOR THE PROJECT HONOR GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP!

Slowly walks to the ring with a focused look on his face and if there's a beautiful girl in the crowd, he'll wink at her.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first... Residing in Los Angeles, California... this is "Lionheart"... ANDREEEIIIIIII SOOOOKOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVV!!!!

"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.

CLARA OLSON: AND NEXT... Wrestling out of Redfeathers, Colorado... THIS IS EARRLLLLLLL BOYYYYYYYYDDEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

'Voltage' by TRiDENT plays as Yuriko begins to sprint down to the ring!

CLARA OLSON: FINALLY... Wrestling out of Tokyo, Japan... THIS IS "LIGHTNING BLUE"... YYUUUUUUURRRRRIKKOOOOOOO TOYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAMMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

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

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

CLARA OLSON: And now, the champion... wrestling out of Portland, Oregon... they are the current reigining and defending Project: Honot Gatekeeper Championship... THIS IS HENNNNNNRYYYYYYYY LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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.

DING! DING!

The bell rings and immediately upon that first bell, Boyde went right for Hyde and Toyama was too involved with Sokolov to try and stop Boyde from giving any more hits towards the champion, but Hyde was coming back into the fight and was laying in the shots to Boyde, bringing him down to his knees and then back outside of the ring with a boot to the head. On the opposite side of the ring is Sokolov and Toyama still going at it with one another—until they’re not anymore with a hard forearm shot right to the face from Sokolov and then throwing Toyama over the ropes like a damn ragdoll! Hyde stares right at Sokolov and they meet in the middle of the ring to throw down and throw some stiff forearm shots to try and knock out one another!

ALARA ADAMS: They are throwing bricks at one another, and it might not even be that—they’re throwing CINDER BLOCKS AT ONE ANOTHER WITH THESE FOREARMS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The champion looks to be taken the hits well but his legs are wobbling a little, he’s close to falling down and—TOYAMA OFF THE TOP WITH A DROPKICK INTO THE BACK OF SOKOLOV AND COLLIDING HEADS WITH HYDE! TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE HERE WITH THAT ATTACK!

Toyama is back in this fight now as she drags Sokolov back to his feet and begins to strike at the head of the challenger, weakening him down for a final strike it seems as she comes off of the ropes and charges in with a Knee rising up- but Sokolov dodges the knee and HYDE WITH THE LARIAT TAKING THE HEAD RIGHT OFF OF TOYAMA!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: DECAPITATION LARIAT!

Hyde shakes off the headbutt from Sokolov a few moments ago just as Boyde enters the ring, and Boyde charges right into the Gatekeeper Champion with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends him into the corner! Sokolov bounces back to his feet but Boyde is able to scoop him up and back down again with the heavy powerslam! Boyde shouts a "HEY BOY!" to the crowd and that gets them hyped up as he goes to make the charge into the champion with a shoulder attack--but Hyde catches him and in position to drop him on his head with the H20! Hyde hooks one arm, and then the other, and the drop--Boyde finds his feet on the ground!

Boyde and Hyde struggle to lift one another up, but it's Boyde that gets the test of strength win! Into a modified Alabama Slam position with Hyde, looking to drop him once the arms are free... Sokolov comes out of nowhere--AND HE'S PICKING UP BOTH MEN IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY! HE'S SHOWING SOME TRUE STRENGTH BY BEING ABLE TO LIFT BOTH MEN! BUT HYDE SEES THE OPPORTUNITY, SUNSET FLIPPING AND INTO A POWERBOMB ON BOYDE -- THAT ALSO TURNS INTO A ROLLING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FROM SOKOLOV ON BOYDE!

ALARA ADAMS: HOOOOOLYYYYYYY HELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT DID WE JUST WITNESS?!

ALARA ADAMS: I HAVE NO IDEA BUT HOLY SHIT WAS IT GOOD!!!

With everyone down, except the champion himself, Hyde began to plan an all out assault on Boyde as he looks to pick him up and finally drop him down with the 'H20' finisher--but Toyama comes in with a Superkick right to the face of Hyde that knocks him back! Hyde comes back and knocks Toyama with a Boot right to the face! Toyama rebounds---POP UP POWERBO----METEORAAAAAA!!!!!! TOYAMA DRIVES BOTH KNEES RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF HENRY LEE HYDE AND THE CHAMPION IS DOWN AND OUT!

Toyama begins to bring herself back into the fight but she's stunned silent by the tenacity of one Earl Boyde still looking to continue fighting and to continue throwing everything that he's got against all of those in the ring with him. Toyama nods her head and turns her attention back to Hyde as Boyde turns around--RIGHT INTO A WET CLOTH! DRENCHED IN CHLOROFORM! TOYAMA NOTICES AND CHARGES IN AS SOKOLOV THROWS BOYDE AT TOYAMA---THE BICYCLE KNEE FROM TOYAMA! Boyde is still left there, laying dead in the middle of the ring, as Hyde begins to stir just as Sokolov does as well. Toyama seems to lock up Sokolov with the Triangle Choke hold, rolling around with them---BUT HYDE IS DRIVING THE ELBOWS RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF A KNOCKED OUT EARL BOYDE AND IS DECLARED THE WINNER!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND STILL THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPION... HENNNNNRYYYYY LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!







CLARA OLSON: First, already in the ring they are the team of Zack Cage and Angelo Caito!

ALARA ADAMS: Where is Caito? Did he not get the memo?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Something doesn’t feel right about this, the man may be a bit unhinged but I wouldn’t expect him to skip out on a match.

Zack Cage is all alone in the ring looking around for Caito when "BFG Division 2020" plays out through the arena speakers.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents, on their way to the ring, the combination of Michael Bishop and Elizabeth Karlson, BFG DIVISION!

Michael Bishop and Elizabeth Karlson make their way out from backstage. They storm the ring, stepping in and immediately sizing up their opponent, not waiting for anything further in the sense of pageantry or all that shit. Cage takes a few steps back into his corner not prepared for a handicap match. Liz gets into the ring to start things off. The three wait for Caito to make his appearance but he never comes. A member of the crew at ringside beckons over to Clara who steps over and listens for a moment. Clara nods then walks back to the center of the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Due to medical complications, Angelo Caito will not be participating in this match, however, the Co-GMs have opted to make this a handicap match!

Clara steps out of the ring while Cage begins to freak out asking for clarification from the announcer. The referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Zack has made the mistake of turning toward the corner still trying to get a response from Clara when Liz marches across decking him in the back of the head with a stiff elbow to the back of the head. Zack falls to his knees with his head resting against the middle turnbuckle. Liz takes a few steps back then runs forward booting him, once again, in the back of the head. Cage falls further into the turnbuckle, his arms draping over the bottom rope and his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Liz grabs the top rope over Zack and stands with one foot on the bottom. Using the bottom rope to give her better height she begins to repeatedly stomp on Cage’s head.

ALARA ADAMS: Liz is fired up and ready to take some of her frustrations out on Cage, particularly, his upper neck and head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Goddamnit, where is Caito?

The referee breaks it up, getting the Brick Shithouse out of the corner. Liz walks back to her corner and tags in her tag team partner. Bishop steps through the ropes and takes his time as he approaches Cage. Micheal lifts Cage to his feet and leans him in the corner. The battered wrestler takes a swing at Bishop who simply dodges the punch then returns the favor landing a strike into the center of Zack’s nose. Blood begins to seep from the now crooked nose. Bishop leaps into the air landing a hard knee into the gut of Cage. Cage bends forward grabbing at his gut as if he were trying to keep his intestines inside his body. Bishop wraps his arms around Cage and lifts him over with a gutwrench suplex, holding the grip as they slam into the mat. Bishop rolls over Cage and begins to ground and pound as a pool of blood begins to form on the mat. Bishop gets back to his feet feeling he’s sent a strong enough message to Phantom Troupe and makes his way back to his corner tagging Liz back in.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Cage is getting murdered out there, just finish him already.

ALARA ADAMS: I think the BFG Division is trying to send the Phantom Troupe a message.

The two nod to each other as Bishop lifts Cage to his feet. Cage is basically unconscious being held up while Liz gets ready in the corner. Bishop lifts Cage onto his shoulder in a powerbomb position. The Dreadknight backs up toward his corner and lifts Cage high into the air. Karlson comes off the top rope and LANDS A SPEAR OFF BISHOP’S SHOULDERS!! Liz goes for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners, Micheal Bishop, Liz Karlson, BFG Division!

“BFG Division” plays through the loudspeakers as Liz rolls to her feet and gives Bishop a fistbump. The two walk around the ring surveying the crowd who loudly cheer the two fighters. Cage rolls out of the ring where a crew member assists getting him up the ramp.



PERCIVAL BURQUE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANGELO CAITO IS DEAD?!

We cut to backstage where we see Percival “Ratman” Burque talking to his Papa, and head of weapons, Rasputin. Rasputin nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.

RASPUTIN: That’s what I was told. Apparently that Holt fella went too far when fighting the lad. Poor soul, seemed like he was my kind of fighter too. I always got a kick outta that boy bricking people. Shame.

Ratman sits in his chair fuming, much angrier than we typically see him. Percy begins to roll himself out of his office and down the hall zooming past everyone that tries to get him to stop to talk to him. He rolls himself right up to Holt and Savannah’s private lockerroom. Percy bangs on the door.

Silence.

Knowing how Holt can be Ratman continues banging on the door.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: ARIK! GET THAT TUSHY OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

A few moments pass until finally the door begins to open. Behind it stands Arik Holt who appears to be unimpressed by his chairbound boss.

ARIK HOLT: The fuck you want you little runt.

Percival points at Holt, his finger centimeters away from his nose. Holt recoils and pinches his nostrils so as to not smell the GM.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: What was my number one rule?!

Holt responds in a slightly nasally voice.

ARIK HOLT: I don’t know, sleep in your own shit? Whatever the hell it is you sewer rats do…

PERCIVAL BURQUE: NO MURDER! I thought that rule was easy enough to follow but no, you had to go and KILL CAITO?!

Arik looks slightly confused but that confusion slowly turns to amusement.

ARIK HOLT: Ah, so that stupid fuck got what he deserved. Good. I’m happy I could finally show him how much he mattered to True Society. Six feet under.

A tear begins to fall from Percival’s face feeling as if this death was partially on his hands.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: You best not show your face in Sav and Petey’s match. I vouched to give you a second chance. That Petey's idea was cruel and unnecessary. Now though, I hope you interfere so you can get what’s coming to you.

Tears fly freely from Percy’s eyes as he rolls himself away. Holt simply scoffs at Ratman leaving only a snide remark as he gets further down the hallway.

ARIK HOLT: Hmph, was that a threat? From Ratman? Don’t make me laugh.

Holt slams the door on the camera as he re enters his room.



We cut back to ringside where we see Alyssa Grace already in the ring sitting at a table on the opposite side of the entrance ramp. Standing at the head of the table is backstage interviewer Timothy Daniels.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Hello everyone, we are here today to officially sement this Playhouse Championship match for Public Execution with a contract signing. Already in the ring here we have Alyssa Grace!

The crowd gives Alyssa a loud unanimous cheer. She stands from the table and acknowledges the crowd reception, waving to a few lucky fans in the front row before sitting back down.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Before we get the champ out here, if you could please sign the contract right here.

Alyssa grabs the pen but before she can sign the “Good Friendship Song” begins to play. Mister Wright walks out with Candi Cain right behind him. He has a large smile on his face as he lifts a microphone to his lips.

MISTER WRIGHT: Now friends why don’t we slow down for just a moment. Well gee willikers, I feel like a regular match just won’t do.

Mister Wright makes his way down the ramp, walking up the stairs and entering the ring.

MISTER WRIGHT: Now, I thought we had a real connection on the last show Alyssa? It was you and me playing with our very special friends Mikey and Liz! Right? However, someone got a little bit greedy and wanted to hog all the playtime. Well that just wouldn’t do so I had to find a new toy to play with. That toy, was you Alyssa.

Grace stands up from the table ready to fight but Wright waves her down assuring her that their battle can wait until the PPV. Wright sits at his chair, hands the mic to Candi who holds it to his mouth while he speaks, and takes a pen to the contract.

MISTER WRIGHT: You see Alyssa, we aren’t going to play in this boring old playground. I have something special just for you! All you have to do is write your name right here!

Wright spins the contract around and pushes it across the table to Alyssa. Grace doesn’t take an eye off Wright though and grabs Timothy’s mic to make her opinion known.

ALYSSA GRACE: I don’t know what game you're playing at Wright, but you know what? I don’t care. I’ll play your games and I’ll win them too.

Alyssa picks up her pen and signs the contract lifting it up and throwing it back to Wright. Wright’s face begins to brighten up even more than before as he frantically claps his hands.

MISTER WRIGHT: Oh Alyssa! I’m so happy you’ve made this decision! It’s not often someone agrees to come visit and play at my house…

Alyssa stands up from the table, as Wright does the same.

MISTER WRIGHT: You see, I made just one little change. Instead of some boring old singles match, I changed the match to be a Playhouse match! That Playhouse specifically being mine. I can’t wait for you to join us!

ALYSSA GRACE: I don’t care where I’m kicking your ass, so long as that title is on the line.

MISTER WRIGHT: Oh you jokester! Why don’t we end this little singing like real friends. Not with a handshake, but with a hug!

Candi Cain jumps for joy, always happy to see her very special friend Mister Wright make more friends to hug with. Alyssa nods as she steps around the table.

ALYSSA GRACE: Sure Wright, I’ll give you a hug. I’ll hug you just how you like it.

Alyssa gets around the corner of the table and leaps at Wright striking him with the microphone she had in her hand. Wight is dazed and backs into the ropes. Alyssa grabs Candi by the hair and tosses her out of the ring making Wright look slightly less happy. Wright dives for her but she ducks under his arms allowing him to fly gut first into the table. Alyssa spins around and begins to repeatedly slam the mic into Wright’s head until a stream of blood begins to flow from his temple. Wright is dazed leaning against the table as Alyssa runs to the corner and climbs to the top. Alyssa leaps off hitting the No Happy Ending double foot stomp driving Wright through the table.

ALARA ADAMS: So much for a cordigal contract signing but what else should you expect?

KAYDEN ELLIS: THis is pretty par for the course when it comes to pro wrestling and in a place like Fallout should we expect any different?

Alyssa rolls out of the ring grabbing Wrights dropped Playhouse championship on her way out. As she is exiting the ring, Candi slides under the bottom rope to check on her friend. Alyssa walks backward up the ramp watching Wright the entire time who appears to begin laughing in the table wreckage. Alyssa holds up the Playhouse championship to the roar of the crowd then drops it onto the ramp as “Antagonist” by Nova Twins begins to play.

We cut to our commentary team while the ring crew cleans the mess in the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: And just like that, these two are ready for public execution.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Alyssa better watch out, she may have actually pinched a nerve by laying hands on Candi right in front of Wright!

ALARA ADAMS: Well, as our ringside crew cleans this mess up and get Timothy, Wright and the lovely Candi Cain out of here, we’d just like to encourage everyone at home to tune in to Public Execution!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’ll be coming to you live on April 17th from the wonderful Freedom Hall in Louisville Kentucky!



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 Holt’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 former 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 HOOOOOOLLLTTTTTTT!

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: Making his way next to the ring, hailing from… The Hip House? Is this even a real place? Anyway; weighing in at one-hundred-and-eighty pounds, at a height of 3 inches… oh wait, that’s… nevermind. Uhhhh, at a height of… look, don’t worry about it. Come out here, Petey.

The opening beat to "oops!!!" by Yung Gravy w/ Lil Wayne graces the ears of everyone in the audience. Peach and pink strobe lights start going off. Every woman in attendance suddenly feels the drip as the lyrics start and Lil Petey steps out onto the stage. Fur coat, multi-colored button up that's only halfway buttoned up, and black pants make up his attire. Petey's got a microphone in hand and starts to rap with the lyrics, even though the mic doesn't actually work.

♫Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilic-, my ex be on some ho shit
Superman, I get dem bands but ain't gon' buy you roses
Super-duper get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper hoes
Y'all got Oompa Loompa hoes
I ain't never knew ya hoes
Prolly still ran through 'em, though♫

Lil Petey stops on the ramp and looks around at some of the women reaching out to him. He walks up to this couple as the song continues. Petey looks at the dude and points at the chick.

♫Oh, wait, wait, I do know your hoe?
You talkin' 'bout, you talkin' 'bout Tracy?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, you mean like, like, Tracy with the ass?
Tracy with the, with the Honda?
Shit, well♫

Petey winks at the woman and then starts jumping up and down while getting closer to the ring.

♫Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby♫

By this time, Petey is in the ring, taking his fur coat off. He gently hands it to an official outside and vibes in the ring until the start of the match.

As both wrestlers stand in their respective corners, they are each handed a fifth of liquor from two ringside officials. Lil Petey is handed a bottle of Hennessy Beaute du Siecle Cognac, one of only 100 bottles ever made and costing over $200,000.00.

Savannah is given a bottle of Gilbey’s London Dry Gin, one of approximately five billion bottles produced and a steal at only $9.00.

Staring daggers across the ring at each other, they both uncap their bottles and begin to chug the contents. Despite her smaller stature, Savannah manages to finish hers first; in fact, Lil Petey is only about 1/8th of the way through his bottle by the time she’s finished up.

Tossing the bottle out of the ring to shatter on the entrance ramp, Savannah begins to pace back and forth, hurling insults at Lil Petey regarding his masculinity, rap career, treatment of Fallout superstar Billy Bennett, and his inability to drink like a real man.

Finally, after several minutes and many lengthy breaks to steady himself, Lil Petey finally finishes his bottle of top-top-top-shelf Cognac, carefully handing the bottle off to a ringside official. He must want to keep it as decoration for The Hip House.

Before the bell rings, Petey and Savannah both step into the center of the ring, coming to a stop only an inch or two from each other. Petey is already swaying, while Savannah looks determined and focused; maybe even more than she would if she were sober.

There appear to be some words exchanged between the two, before Savannah sends a mouthful of spit directly into Lil Petey’s face. He almost falls over backwards from the shock, catching himself at the last minute and pulling a silk handkerchief from somewhere on his person and wiping his face, before tossing the soiled square of fabric at his opponent.

LIL PETEY: (off mic, slurred) Damn girl, you nasty!

As soon as these words leave Petey’s mouth, Savannah hits him with a forearm blow to the face. Clara gestures to the timekeeper to start the match, as she quickly climbs out of the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Reeling backwards from the surprise attack, Savannah doesn’t let up for a moment, stepping forward and booting Petey in the midsection; a blow that doubles him over as he clutches at his gut, probably not helped by the fifth of Cognac sloshing around his stomach.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like Savannah is a mean drunk...

ALARA ADAMS: I mean, she’s a total bitch even on the best of days, so.

KAYDEN ELLIS: So true. So accurate. So brave.

ALARA ADAMS: Thank you.

As the commentary team levels these completely justified statements at Savannah Su-errr, Andr-errr, Holt, she pushes Lil Petey back into the corner; the turnbuckles at his back allowing him to look steady on his feet for the first time since he chugged that Hennessy.

Lifting his hands in front of his face in an effort to elicit some mercy from the viciously inebriated Savannah, she seems to back off, lifting her own hands up to show that she’s willing to give him a moment to compose himself.

He seems relieved by this, taking a moment to breathe as he tries to counteract the effects of the alcohol with as much fresh oxygen as he can rush into his lungs. It seems Savannah is only luring him into a sense of false security, as she quickly steps forward to plant the toe of her boot between Lil Petey’s legs, a low blow that drops him to his hands and knees as he begins to gag and retch; only barely holding back from vomiting onto the canvas.

ALARA ADAMS: Impressive accuracy from Savannah, hitting such a small target!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damn, shots fired. I see you, Alara. Respect.

Savannah takes a few moments to mock Lil Petey as he crawls forward on the mat, laughing at him before he suddenly lunges forward on hands and knees to tackle her down to the mat. His head obviously spinning, Lil Petey clambers up on Savannah and aims a punch down at her face... but misses by about a foot, slamming his knuckles into the canvas beside her head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nice one, Petey.

As he pulls his hand back to blow on his scraped knuckles, Lil Petey leaves himself open to a counterattack, as Savannah reaches up to grab hold of his luscious, beautiful, life-giving hair and shoves him to the side, reversing their positions so she ends up straddling his chest.

What follows can only be described as a savage mauling, as Savannah takes full advantage of Petey’s inability to hold his booze by dropping elbows onto his face, headbutting him, and slamming his stupid head back into the canvas as she shouts insults at him; clearly feeling the effects of that cheap Gin herself.

The beatdown goes on for what seems like minutes, as Petey begins to bleed from the nose and mouth under the sustained assault from the pint-sized terror known as Savannah Holt. Eventually, she seems satisfied with her work, standing up and hitting Petey with a few stomps to the chest, head and stomach before reaching down to pull him up.

With surprising strength for her size, Savannah picks Petey up into a fireman’s carry position... but before she can drop him down to the mat, he opens his mouth and unleashes a stream of projectile vomit onto her left shoulder.

By the looks of his stomach contents, he’s been consuming nothing but chicken fingers, Cookout and Hennessy for the past day or two.

Visibly disgusted by the warm spray of puke that strikes her bare shoulder, Savannah squeals loudly as she drops Petey back down to the mat and begins to attempt to brush the vomit off her shoulder; only screaming louder as she realizes she’s just smearing it all over her hand.

By this point, Petey has staggered back to his feet behind Savannah, and he shouts confidently.

LIL PETEY: (off mic, slurred) HA! Gotcha, bish!

Pressing the advantage afforded him by the totally intentional vomiting, Lil Petey grabs Savannah’s shoulder and wheels her around to face him, booting her in the stomach and hitting her with a Jumping Cutter.

ALARA ADAMS: GOOD GOD! MP3 OUT OF NOWHERE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IT’S OVER!

Standing up and lifting his arms in triumph at the one bit of offense he’s managed this entire match, Petey unfortunately hits the referee - standing just behind him - with one arm as he throws up. The official hits the mat, obviously possessing the mother of all glass jaws to be knocked out by Lil Petey in such a manner.

Not noticing the ref bump, Lil Petey drops down into a cover, one hand blatantly caressing her thigh as he hooks a leg for the pin.

Before Petey can even glance at the fallen referee, wondering where the three count is, a familiar figure leaps over the ringside barricades and slides into the ring; unseen by Petey himself.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh jeez, not this goober...

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Arik Holt is here to defend the future mother of his children. It would be admirable if they weren’t so goddamn creepy.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He must really be packing some serious heat, for Savannah to settle on a gremlin like that.

ALARA ADAMS: Alright, let’s keep it semi-clean here.

Pausing to stare down at Lil Petey laying on the body of his beloved, Holt scowls and steps forward to grab his old rival by the hair. With a shout of surprise and pain, Lil Petey is pulled off Savannah by his glorious locks.

Given his present state, Lil Petey is completely unable to prevent Holt from hooking both his arms and planting him back to the mat with a double-underhook DDT.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Code of Silence!

ALARA ADAMS: Might be overkill, considering Petey can barely stand on his own two feet!

With Petey laid out on the canvas, Holt drags Savannah over and places one of her arms over her opponent’s chest. That done, Holt goes to rouse the referee… by unleashing several brutal kicks to the rib, that seem to snap the official back awake from the pain.

Dashing out of the ring, Holt watches with a smug grin as the referee crawls over to Savannah and Petey, beginning to slap the mat.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner, by pinfall… SAVANNAH HOOOOOOOOLLLLLTTTTTT!!!

Holt immediately slides back into the ring once the winner is announced; but rather than focus on assaulting Petey, he lets the former leader of Big Drip Worldwide roll out of the ring. Instead, he drops to his knees and lifts Savannah’s shoulders off the mat, cradling her in a warm embrace as he turns to stare angrily at Lil Petey, who is currently stumbling backwards - almost falling on his ass several times - up the entrance ramp.

Savannah’s eyes open, narrowing in something resembling disgust as she looks up to see that her saviour is none other than her husband, Arik Holt. She reaches out with both hands to gently push him away, getting up on her own and holding out a palm towards Arik to show that she doesn’t need his help. The two are interrupted as Petey is handed a microphone.

LIL PETEY: (slurred) Holt, I knew you’d show your stupid face. Ayo, how about an extra match tonight? Let me hear it if you wanna see this loser get his ass beat!

The crowd roars as Arik begins to shout up the ramp towards Petey. The words can’t be heard but it is clear that Holt is angry at Petey. While yelling at Petey, he doesn’t notice as Sav slips away and walks to the back on her own.

LIL PETEY: Then for our next contest, how about a no holds barred match. Arik Holt versus…

Petey pauses as he looks around the arena.

LIL PETEY: SLADE CASTLE AND JULIUS FAIRWEATHER, THE MOTOR CITY PSYCHOS!

Arik doesn’t notice as two figures make their way over the barricade and slide into the ring blocking his exit. It’s Slade and Julius, and they appear to be raring to go.



DING! DING! DING!

Right out the gate Julius and Slade charge their former leader tackling him to the ground. Julius holds his arms while Slade begins to ground and pound. Elbow after elbow lands to the head of Holt who eventually gets tired of taking it lunging forward hitting Slade with a wicked headbutt sending Slade’s head snapping backward. Not long after though, Slade brings his head back down into Arik’s returning the favor. Slade steps off of Holt who is already bleeding. Julius lifts Holt to his feet and begins to unload a combination of punches. Jabs, hooks, and uppercuts knock Holt back into a corner as he tries to defend himself.

ALARA ADAMS: It looks like these two have no time to waste when it comes to beating down their former leader.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That True Society breakup was done with some bad blood and I get the feeling these two have no love lost for Arik Holt.

Julius gets out of the way as Slade comes in with a running knee into the cold heart of the man also known as Red. After the strike Arik stumbles out of the corner where Julius grabs him and hits a release german suplex straight back into the turnbuckles. Arik crumples on to the mat and rolls out the ring. Like a pack of hungry dogs, Slade and Julius follow him out. Slade goes out on the side opposite of the corner. Julius follows Arik directly out. Holt is half-way under the ring as Julius grabs his foot and begins to pull him out.

ALARA ADAMS: These two aren’t giving Arik any room to breathe.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Would you? If your intent on giving someone hell, you don’t give them the chance!

Arik spins around and throws a fist-ful of thumbtacks into Fairweathers face. The Bad Motherfucker falls backwards onto his ass as he tries to ensure no tacks have gotten into his eyes. Slade rounds the corner and stomps on his hand. Julius pulls out a pair of Brass Knuckles out of his pants, while Slade grabs a chain he had pulled out from the other side of the ring. Slade wraps the chain around Ariks head while Julius grins down on him with his brass covered fist held high.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Oh motherfucker, I’m going to enjoy this.

Julius begins to land strike after strike into the bloody face of Arik Holt. After a few blows, Arik dangles from the chain lifelessly. Julius grabs him by the legs as Slade and Julius carry him up the entrance ramp. On one side of the stage, a strange black box can be seen.

KAYDEN ELLIS:What the hell are these two planning?

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not sure but I definitely wouldn’t want to be in Arik’s shoes right now.

Slade and Julius get to the edge of the stage with Arik in their arms. The two begin to swing Arik over the 15 foot drop into the black box. Finally they release, then both dive for cover. For what feels like an eternity, there’s nothing. Slade and Julius look around not sure what to do. Suddenly and explosion goes off in the box as flames and sparks begin to fly out. The chaos continues for nearly a minute until finally it dies down. Content with what they had accomplished, Slade and Julius don’t even go in for the cover and Leave arik in the box, exiting to the back.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my god! What just happened?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Is Holt alright?

The camera begins to pan over the black box, however, inside it is empty, with only a few small flames, and burnt cables remaining inside.



We cut to the backstage area of Worchester's DCU Center, where we see a familiar face walking down one of the arena's service hallways...someone that hasn't graced the Project: Honor airwaves in quite some time.

SYNDICATE: "I can't stand it, I know you planned it, I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate..."

The Los Angeles Outlaw and former Project: Honor Legacy Champion hums the lyrics to "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys to himself as he meanders his way down the backstage corridor, with his destination being the offices of Lil' Petey and Percival Burque. To their knowledge, Syndicate's been taking some time off to recover from various injuries stemming from The Crowning...but as much as he'd like to keep that little ruse going, it's about time they learn the truth.

It's about time everyone learns the truth.

As Syndicate rounds a corner and adjusts the sleeves of his black leather jacket, he thinks about what led him to this point. Prior to The Crowning, the Los Angeles Outlaw entered into a blood contract with the Triad, a Los Angeles-based secret organization that had been following him around and interfering with his life for months at that point. They offered to "rehabilitate" him, teaching him how to let go of his internal reservations and become more ruthless than ever, and to that end, they demanded that Syndicate take a month away from all distractions in order to fully submit to their sequence of "trials". Faced with no other option and desperate to find the same success on his own as he did when he was partnered with True Society...he agreed.

Of course, he couldn't just outright disappear - Syndicate had to make some excuses. For Project: Honor, it was as simple as showing them a fake doctor's note, an elementary school tactic if there ever was one. For his wife, Sophie, and his agent, JJ Kline, he had the Triad pose as Project: Honor officials, demanding that Syndicate join them on an overseas promotional tour. There was one person that knew the truth, however: Syndicate's older brother and reluctant confidant, Colt Irvine, and although he certainly respected his brother's wish to seek that "rehabilitation" that the Triad promised to provide, he fought Syndicate's decision at every turn. Too bad Syndicate's a bit of a stubborn piece of shit.

Thus, the Outlaw disappeared into the night for four weeks, and once that time was up, the Triad agreed to let him free for a time - after all, he couldn't disappear forever, or people would start asking questions. The first person Syndicate sought out was his brother, Colt, and when the elder Irvine first laid eyes on the man he knows as Sydney, he knew that Syndicate finally understood the horrors and danger that his chosen path presents. After a sequence of grueling trials put on by the underground institution, Syndicate came to a realization: the Triad wasn't interested in helping him. After all, what did they have to gain with Syndicate becoming a better professional wrestler? No, no, they desired something else - they wished to turn Syndicate into a weapon, molded by their own hands into a loyal, subservient warrior that would always be indebted to their cause. It's a fate that Syndicate's fallen victim to far too many times over the years...most recently at the hands of Arik Holt...and he was gonna make sure that it wouldn't happen again.

And that leads Syndicate to now, standing mere inches in front of a wooden door labeled "GENERAL MANAGERS". After talking with Colt, the two Irvine brothers came up with the plan to expose the Triad - first to his "bosses", if you can really call these two childish asshats that, then to the world at large. Triad be damned, this is Syndicate's world...and he's gonna make sure nobody forgets that.

SYNDICATE: Here goes nothin'...

Syndicate places his hand on the doorknob, but before he opens the entryway, he spots someone over to his right. Taking a second to examine the man, Syndicate makes him out to be just a random Project: Honor crew member, checking over some electrical cables with wooden clipboard in hand. At first, the Los Angeles Outlaw doesn't give the stagehand a second thought, but at the last second, he gets a glimpse of an all-too-familiar circular tribal tattoo on his right hand.

The mark of the Triad.

SYNDICATE: Fuck.

Immediately, Syndicate backpedals, swiftly walking back down the hallway before the Triad's hidden informant can notice his presence, and as he does, he comes to a stark realization, one he should have come to way before today: Project: Honor is compromised. From day one, the Triad's been employing various crew members and surveillance devices backstage at Fallout to keep tabs on their favorite Outlaw, and it appears as though that certainly hasn't changed. If Syndicate tells the higher-ups about the organization, they'll almost certainly know about it within the minute, and then? Anything's on the table - they've already threatened his family and friends before, but if they find out that Syndicate commits one of the group's cardinal sins, he may not even live long enough to fully grasp the repercussions. Syndicate can't let that happen.

He has to get the hell out of here. Now.

??: There ya are!

As if on cue, Syndicate's older brother, Colt Irvine, along with his manager and best friend, JJ Kline, rush around the corner, but Syndicate quickly shushes the two and pushes them backward - out of the Triad-affiliated stagehand's view. JJ, of course, accompanies Syndicate to each show as his agent, and tonight was no different - Colt, on the other hand, was brought here at Syndicate's request specifically in case things go haywire...as they already have.

JJ KLINE: What's the problem, Syd? I was on an important call when this guy showed up and pulled me out of the locker room, so this better be good.

SYNDICATE: I'll explain everything later, JJ. Colt...they're here.

COLT IRVINE: Who's here?

SYNDICATE: You know damn well who.

It takes a second before Colt's eyes widen.

COLT IRVINE: Oh, shit.

SYNDICATE: Yeah, oh shit. We need to be on the first flight back to Los Angeles, now.

JJ KLINE: What the fuck are you talking about, Syd?!? The show's not even over yet!

SYNDICATE: THERE'S NO TIME, JJ. We gotta get back home ASAP, grab as much as we can, and get the hell out before they find us. JJ, you text the GM's that my "injuries" haven't quite healed yet - I'll be the one to break the news to Sophie. Colt, you got a place we can stay at for a while?

COLT IRVINE: I do, but you probably won't like it -

SYNDICATE: Don't care, I'll bitch about it later. Let's MOVE.

Grabbing both of his companions by the wrist, Syndicate pulls them down the backstage hallway and around another corner, disappearing from view.

We may not know where they're going, or when they'll be back, but one thing's for certain...the Los Angeles Outlaw, Syndicate, has got a lot of shit to figure out.



KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, we’re being told that this match is being ruled a no contest as Arik Holt is nowhere to be found.

ALARA ADAMS: And, this may not prove popular but we are about to hear from Proving Ground stalwart Mark Hunter!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t like him being here, whenever Mark’s about shit goes wrong for Fallout, whether it be winning OUR FUCKING purge match, superkicking our GM, or leading Proving Ground to beat Fallout… hence I don’t like it.

ALARA ADAMS: Fair…

CLARA OLSON: Please welcome the former Purge winner and former Project Honor Grand Champion… MARK HUNTER!!!

The camera focuses on the ramp as the crowd waits whilst booing intensely. After a short pause the booing goes up a notch as “Feel Invincible” by Skillet blasts throughout the arena.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The fans clearly agree with me.

Eventually Mark Hunter dressed in a grey suit strolls out carrying a huge smirk, almost on cue the crowd find another level of abuse to hurl toward Hunter.

ALARA ADAMS: They just got even clearer!

Hunter seems to embrace the reaction by basking in the moment. The crowd begin to ease the abuse as Mark makes his way down the ramp and into the ring via the ring steps, the still smirking Hunter poses in the corner before taking the microphone from Clara, the music fades away. After taking a moment he goes to speak.

MARK HUNTER: What a bunch…

Mark is drowned out by the crowd's boos, eventually the crowd dies down but quickly get antagonised by Hunter as he gives all four sides a quick bow.

ALARA ADAMS: He gave the fans that same response when they booed his Grand Championship win.

MARK HUNTER: I see the class of fan on Fallout hasn’t changed since I was here last.

More boos.

MARK HUNTER: And all this after I’ve chosen to help you all, people have left this show, people have walked away from all of you, you are now the second rate show you were always scared of being. I can save you…

Yet again more boos.

MARK HUNTER: I made a decision at the pay per view for all of you, not me. When I let Havoc suffer, I did it for the greater good. Last time a show was struggling for direction, I stepped up, took the shows biggest belt, and led that show to the number one spot in Project Honor. I’ve chosen out of the goodness of my heart to now do that for all of you, I’m doing that by stepping up and TAKING the Ascended Prime title. Havoc is now of no use and Fallout needs me, Fallout needs Mark Hunter to lead, I’ll do exactly that for all of you on one condition.

Mark smirks again.

MARK HUNTER: Havoc is now done so that title needs a home… somebody needs to get out from the back, whether it be one of those ever stupid General Managers or my buddy Adam, and they need to hand me that belt. Give me what I deserve dammit!!!

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd rather than booing, start to rumble… The camera pans to the JumboTron. “I AM ALIVE” written in crimson red flashes on the screen as the anticipation of the crowd builds up. The lights in the arena flicker back on as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Mark Hunter has an idea about what might be waiting for him on the other side as the camera slowly zooms to reveal the Ascended Prime Champion, HAVOC, standing menacingly in the ring behind Hunter.

Mark shakes his head before quickly turning around with an attempted lariat to take down Havoc. But Havoc ducks under. He responds in kind with a nasty headbutt that sends Hunter stumbling backwards.

ALARA ADAMS: HAVOC has Hunter stumbling on his feet! The Ascended Prime champion has made his presence known here tonight, shocking Mark Hunter!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think ANYBODY expected Havoc to show up tonight after what happened at Proving Ground two weeks ago.

Hunter tries to leave the ring only to be caught by the neck by Havoc who flips him around and puts his hand behind the back of Hunter. Grabbing onto it, he unleashes a barrage of forearm smashes to the face of Hunter who is helpless in the assault.

Mark tries to retaliate by pushing Havoc away, who simply kip-ups back to his feet. Mark Hunter once again tries to take Havoc’s head off with a lariat only for Havoc to duck under and respond with a Pele Kick. Havoc follows that with a ClimaX! The double knee facebuster plants Hunter right in the jaw who collapses onto the canvas.

ALARA ADAMS: Hunter is down! And it seems like the crowd are behind Havoc. Who would have ever thought this day would come! They’re praising the Nightmare King for his attack on Mark Hunter!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t blame ‘em.

Havoc signals for the end of Mark Hunter as he ascends onto the top turnbuckle. Havoc is looking for the Twilight Blitz. Havoc leaps off the top rope right as Mark Hunter slips out of the ring at the last second to a chorus of boos. Hunter nearly stumbles down to the floor but he backs away towards the ramp. Away from the Ascended Prime Champion.

Blood trickling out of the mouth of Hunter who has seemingly been busted open in the exchange. Hunter clutches on to his jaw with a terrified expression on his face. It’s almost as if he had seen a ghost. In Hunter’s mind, that’s exactly what was going on.

MARK HUNTER: But…. HOW? I thought you were dead! This ain't fucking fair!!

Hunter backs away towards the stage as Havoc cold-bloodedly stares down Hunter. Havoc extends his arm to point the gun finger at Hunter, taking aim at the former Grand Champion.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hunter was demanding the Ascended Prime championship be handed to him-- Instead, he got himself an encounter with The Nightmare King. Havoc is alive! And he made sure Mark Hunter knew of that fact.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m just surprised to see Havoc be treated like a hero for putting a beatdown on Mark Hunter. The people really do not like that man.

Hunter vows to get back at Havoc from the stage as “Delusion of Savior” echoes around the arena.



CLARA OLSON: The following contest is tonight's main event and is a triple threat match, meaning no holds barred!!!

With the opening beats to ‘SINNER’ by Yvng Patra playing over the speakers within the arena, the lights inside of the arena cut to black, and no spotlights swivel around the arena, just only hearing the instrumental of the music before the vocals is heard over the speakers – and bringing a spotlight down onto the stage.

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

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first... wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland… weighing in at two hundred and four pounds... HE IS THE KING OF IMMMMMORRRRRTALLLLITTYYYYYYY... JAAAAASSSSSONNNNNNN LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

With the arms lowered, Jason began to make his very slow walk to the ring, passing by everyone that reached out to him, Jason pauses for a moment around halfway along the ramp, soaking at the moment. A smirk, almost like a half-smile, grows on Jason’s face before he began his walk again and made it down to the ringside area.

The King of Immortality soon stepped up onto the ring apron and entered through the ropes.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing second… wrestling out of Los Angeles, California… weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds… THE OUTCAST… TAAAATTTTTEEEE SELBY!!!!

"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. 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. Eddie for once actually returns to the backstage area. Upon nearing the ring, Tate removes the sleeveless hoodie.

KAYDEN ELLIS: LOOK!!! Jason is on the move!!

Jason heads out to the apron to meet Tate, leaping off at the right moment and coming down on top of Selby with sharp punches to whatever he can connect with! Tate takes them in stride, charging with Long and slamming him hard into the edge of the ring apron, breaking the grip. Jason is quick to follow up with a straight punch to the side of Tate’s head, sending him down to a knee. Before being able to follow up though, the Legacy Champion, Billy Bennett forgoes a normal entrance and comes from behind Tate before smacking him over the back of the head with the title belt! Luckily for Tate it’s more of a glancing blow.

The ref sees all three competitors at the very least near the ring and decides to ignore normal protocol, he calls for the bell!

DING! DING DING!!

ALARA ADAMS: Two very game competitors have come to make a future claim for what Billy holds.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But uses to smack people over the head…

ALARA ADAMS: In a three way there are no rules, plus it was before the bell anyway.

Tate hasn’t gone down and grabs Long, Tate does his best to hurl Jason at an oncoming Billy, but Long quickly puts the brakes on and smacks Selby’s hands away. Billy sees a shot and leaps at the back of Tate, but he grabs her by the head and throws her up and over, right into Jason.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wow, what a start from the so called outsider.

Tate grabs Billy once again and rolls her under the bottom rope into the ring. Selby gets onto the apron and goes to step in, but Billy runs the ropes, hitting the opposite side before hitting Tate’s knee with a basement dropkick! Selby stumbles as he brings his other leg in. Billy runs and bounces off the opposite ropes again, leaping into the air and looking for a strike but is quickly caught by Selby, his hands wrapped around her! He raises her up for a belly to belly, but a chair comes in from outside the ring, smacking Tate in the back of the head! Selby stumbles forward, his grasp loosening on Billy enough for her to swing her legs out and kick him in his side as hard as she can! She drops to the mat as Jason tosses a burlap bag into the ring as well!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh great, bring on the weapons, that will solve ALL problems.

ALARA ADAMS: Well… It is a no DQ match. There is nothing stopping them from being introduced.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s already been proven that a person doesn’t NEED weapons to be violent.

ALARA ADAMS: You’re a strange breed. Aren’t you calling for the blood of some random person every other show? Plus at least this way we get something more interesting than a pathetic slap everyone talks about for days after.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Fair point.

Jason then follows in with another chair. Tate advances and Long swings the chair, Selby ducks under, Long turns back around, Tate lifts him up, and drops him with a quick spinebuster! Tate turns and is met with the burlap bag swung into his face by the Legacy Champion! The force of the blow also sends Tate down and random ornaments scatter everywhere, Billy throws a punch and lands it on the seemingly immovable Selby, she winds up for a second but Selby catches her wrist and whips her by her arm! Her outstretched legs catch a recovering Jason on the side of his head and he rolls out of the ring; Selby drops Billy with a short arm clothesline.

ALARA ADAMS: I didn’t know Tate Selby was this good, he’s controlling these two stars.

Tate goes out to follow Jason, who is still trying to get back up to his feet. Selby grabs Long by the back of his pants, but Long is ready as his arm swings back while being pulled to his feet, a small bucket of glue grabbed from under the ring making contact with the jaw of Selby! Tate stumbles backward and to a knee as Jason quickly dives under the ring again, coming out with a spool of barbed wire. Taking a deep breath, he begins wrapping his dominant hand in the wire as Tate recovers. Finished, Long takes some wire cutters he found under the ring and snips his now wire wrapped hand free from the spool, before clocking Selby with a massive uppercut!

ALARA ADAMS: When in doubt use barbed wire?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Long should have stuck his hand in the glue first, probably would hurt less and keep the wire more secure.

ALARA ADAMS: Weren’t you JUST complaining about the weapons? And perhaps he just wanted to stick one on him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Eh? If you can’t beat them… Grab the barbed wire and let's see some blood!

Tate falls backward as Jason presses his advantage, landing as many hits with his fists as possible to keep the massively impressive outcast down. Billy manages to recover, grabbing a liquor bottle from the burlap sack, rolling out the ring and smashing it over the back of Tate’s head, spraying Jason with the alcohol and glass shrapnel! Tate looks out on his feet but Jason uses the distraction to leap up on Selby’s back and wrap the barbed wire around Tate's neck! Tate slithers free and rolls into the ring, not wanting to let up, Jason follows.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think Jason Long and Tate Selby may have decided they don’t like each other very much.

Right behind them, Billy rolls in and uses the bottle to once again smack Tate over the back of his head, smashing what's left of the bottle into tiny pieces! The Legacy Champion, not even letting Tate drop to the floor, fires off a couple quick shots to his midsection, Long joins Billy and they both fire kicks at Tate’s knees. Jason and Billy share a look before they whip Tate into the ropes, on the rebound they double back body drop him over the top rope, Tate comes down hard from a massive height with his back catching the edge of the ring steps!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Serves him right for believing he can hang with these two.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh he clearly can.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh look at this… I think they forgot it.

For whatever reason, Kayden reaches over and grabs a forgotten kendo stick before throwing it into the ring! Jason manages to grab hold of the kendo stick as Billy turns to look at him, Long brings it down over Billy’s head, breaking the stick in two! Jason quickly uses the bottom half he holds in his hand to aim a shot right at Billy’s midsection! Billy absorbs the hit and manages to rip the stick away from Jason’s grasp. With the sharpened end of the stick, she digs it as hard as she can into Jason’s forehead, blood starts flowing down to cover Long’s face!

ALARA ADAMS: That’s evil.

Smiling at her work, Billy tosses the bloodied kendo stick down and then picks up the chair from earlier. With one mighty swing, Bennett uses her speed to bring the chair down onto Jason’s head, but he somehow manages to catch the chair with his own hands, ripping it from Billy’s grasp and quickly brings it down over her head with a massive swing of his own! The chair wraps itself around Billy’s head as she goes down to her knees instantly, the chair around her neck like a macabre necklace as blood freely pours from a gash the chair left on the back of her head. She eventually falls all the way.

ALARA ADAMS: Things have gone from bad to worse for Billy.

Jason smirks through his crimson mask, lifting his foot to stomp on the chair around Billy’s neck. Tate crawls in at the last moment, grabbing for a sleeper on Long! Jason stumbles and drops backward, sandwiching Tate between himself and the shattered remains of the kendo stick and liquor bottle! Tate releases the hold as Jason picks himself back up. As Tate is returning to his knees, JASON NAILS A CURB STOMP ONTO SELBY, SENDING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF WOOD AND GLASS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: VANITY KILLER!!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY FUCK!!! Selby had his face covered in fucking glue earlier!!

Before Jason can make a cover Tate literally drops out of the ring under the bottom rope. The frustration is clear as are the swear words, Long however looks at his fallen foes and seems to choose Tate as his target. Jason rolls himself out the ring before literally manhandling the lifeless body of Tate back in. The time taken though has given Billy enough time to find some life, Billy hits a basement dropkick on Long as he tries reentering the ring. Jason falls back and cracks his head on the barricade.

KAYDEN ELLIS: These three are fucking mental!!!

Billy, still stumbling from the pain she’s in and dripping blood, manages to drag Selby to his feet… ROLLING CUTTER ONTO THE DAMAGED CHAIR!!!

ALARA ADAMS: DEEP MARSH!!!

Billy draps an arm over Tate…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!! BILLY BENNETT WINS!!!

DING DING DING!!!

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT A MATCH!!! And even in defeat, we have crowned a new star in Tate Selby tonight.

Billy rolls over but not before patting Selby on the shoulder in what can only be described as a show of respect. Billy just stares at Tate in awe as he’s somehow already moving.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of the match… via pinfall… The Legacy Champion… BILLY BENNETT!!!



Finding ourselves in the back halls of the DCU Center, we see Savannah Holt walking slowly. Carrying her bags with her, she looks absolutely exhausted as the only thing on her mind right now is to catch her flight back to Philadelphia to continue her stay at the Hilton Philadelphia. A hot bath, a bottle of wine, and a handful of pain relievers sound absolutely fantastic right now.

LIL’ PETEY: SAV! SAV, WAIT!

Savannah stops, her eyes fluttering as she takes in a deep breath. She is not ready for another fight, be it physical or verbal.

SAVANNAH HOLT: What the hell do you want, Petey…I’m tired…

Savannah slowly turns around, finishing her sentence in almost a whisper.

SAVANNAH HOLT: …so tired.

LIL’ PETEY: I know we’ve had beef and tonight, I feel we squashed it. Ya feel me?

SAVANNAH HOLT: Yeah, sure. Listen, Pete…I need to go.

Savannah’s eyes slowly dart around, realizing that HE might still be in the building. Despite the absolute destruction he suffered at the hands of Fairweather and Castle, there is no telling what he had up his sleeve.

LIL’ PETEY: You don’t have to worry about that douche-nozzle right now, okay?

Petey reaches out and takes Savannah by the shoulder, grabbing her attention. Her head snaps forward and her eyes meet his.

LIL’ PETEY: So…me, Christian, Indy, and a couple others…we have somethin’ to finally tell you. Out of fear of lawsuits and the five-o getting involved, we’ve been holdin’ it back until we got proof.

Her attitude starting to show, Savannah purses her lips and cocks her head to the side.

SAVANNAH HOLT: Just get on with it.

LIL’ PETEY: It…it may be a bit better with visuals.

Petey looks up over Savannah’s shoulder and nods his head. Sav inquisitive turns around, her eyes widening in utter fear once she sees who Petey was nodding to. Standing there in a plain gray suit…is a bald Arik Holt. Savannah lets out a cry and backs up into Lil’ Petey, who is forced to wrap his arms around her.

SAVANNAH HOLT: Let me go! LET ME GO! I CAN’T DO THIS!

LIL’ PETEY: No-no, Savannah. It’s okay. This, is Arik Holt.

SAVANNAH HOLT: I know who he is. I’m married to him.

LIL’ PETEY: No, you don’t understand. THIS…is Arik Holt.

Slowly the real Arik Holt walks up to Savannah and nods his head at her.

SAVANNAH HOLT: I-I-I don’t understand.

Petey lets go of Savannah, as she stands back up on her own and is in no danger of running off.

LIL’ PETEY: This here, is the Arik Holt that we all knew. The one that couldn’t talk, sucked at wrestling, and just was an odd little magician with his white board.

Arik nods, visually agreeing with Lil Petey. Savannah reaches out and touches Arik’s bald head, trying to grasp the idea. Petey takes Savannah’s left hand and lifts it up, pointing at the wedding ring on her ring finger of that hand. Sav turns and looks at her hand, then up at him.

LIL’ PETEY: THIS Arik…the one that wouldn’t shut up, had a penchant for stabbing people, and was annoying as FUCK…was not Arik Holt at all.

SAVANNAH HOLT: What are you talking about?

LIL’ PETEY: Again, we had to make sure so there wasn’t any false information involved that ended up holding us liable. ‘Cause honestly, no one wants that piece of shit to own Project: Honor…and you know DAMN well after the shit he pulled with his contract, that he would pull some kind o-

SAVANNAH HOLT: PETEY!

Snapping back from his rant, Petey looks Sav in the eyes.

SAVANNAH HOLT: What…are you talking about?

LIL’ PETEY: The man you married is Andrew Holt. He is Arik’s twin brother, who was released from prison, abducted poor Arik here, and completely took over his life.

SAVANNAH HOLT: …what? Twin brother…prison…

LIL’ PETEY: He took over Arik’s life because he was jealous of the things Arik could have…but didn’t. That’s when he saw you…and well, the rest is history.

Completely in shock, Savannah kept looking back and forth between Lil’ Petey and the real Arik Holt, before finally stopping at Petey.

SAVANNAH HOLT: My mind is going a million-miles a minute. What…what do I do now?

LIL’ PETEY: Well, that depends. How do you feel about helping me send my career out with a bang?