FALLOUT XI LAND OF THE RISING SON RESULTS

Keno vs Rapture
Rapture must have had some pent up rage after tying the most-losses in a row record AND having his name smeared for the death of Jason Long. Keno barely had any time to breath, before Rapture pounced on him and started beating him down. Rapture finally ended it by catching a running Keno in a side hold and slamming him down with Silence (End of Days) for the pin.
WINNER: Rapture by Pinfall (2:27)


Crash Rodriguez & James Ranger vs El Puma & Guy
Crash and James really showed some good teamwork, running a muck over both of their opponents. After making quick work of Guy and getting him out of the way and on the outside, Crash Rodriguez flattened El Puma with a Total Loss (Rolling Cutter) then added insult to injury by climbing to the top rope and hitting a Flying Hazard (Corkscrew Shooting Star Press) for good measure.
WINNER: Crash Rodriguez & James Ranger by Pinfall (5:30)




ALARA ADAMS: Last time, on Fallout X: Dead By Daylight…

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Trial #1
Pyro vs Mason Destruction, Yelich, Artemis Shepherd, & Pandalike

Pyro grabs Pandalike and pulls the groggy man to his feet, landing a hard boot to his midsection. He grabs Pandalike around the waist and lifts him up...THE OMEN!!! STORM CRADLE DRIVER!!! PANDALIKE IS NOT MOVING!!! Pyro stands to his feet and begins to stomp on Pandalike’s head...again...and again...and again.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: JESUS Pyro...just pin the man!

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Trial #1

Pyro vs Mason Destruction, Yelich, Artemis Shepherd, & Pandalike

Pyro pushes Yelich onto his back, grabs the axe handle, and with his foot on Yelich’s chest...RIPS it out of his scalp. Yelich lets out a horrifying scream as blood begins to pour out of the gashes in his head. Pyro drops down on him…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

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Trial #1
Pyro vs Mason Destruction, Yelich, Artemis Shepherd, & Pandalike

Pyro grabs Destruction as he grabs at his burnt face, pulling him away from the doorway. The Killer lets go of Mason, who pulls his own hands down from his face only to watch as Susie the barbed-wire covered axe handle comes down on his forehead...ripping at his skin, but not doing what Pyro intended to Mason. Another strike to the forehead causes Mason to drop to one knee, blood pouring down his face. And a third strike causes the former Ascension Champion to drop to the ground, unconscious. Pyro drops down onto the Deathmatch Backyardigan.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

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Trial #2

Lesley Adora vs Levi Kirstein, Bianca McBride, Thorberg Aaronsson, & Kagome Akaibara

Bianca reaches up and grabs a small lever on the side of the closet that reads ‘Pull Here’. She pulls the lever and the doors to the closet fly open.

ALARA ADAMS: IT’S CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!

Crash Rodriguez, former Fallout Ascension Division warrior, comes flying out of the closet and runs behind Adora...grabbing him around the waist. Crash lifts him up...VERTICAL SUPLEX. He rolls over, still holding Adora, and gets to his feet...ANOTHER VERTICAL SUPLEX! One more roll...back to his feet...A THIRD ROLLING SUPLEX!!!

CLARA OLSON: THE PILEUP!!!

Crash drops down onto Adora, who is out of it...and smacks the ground for his own three count...before climbing back up to his feet.

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Trial #2
Lesley Adora vs Levi Kirstein, Bianca McBride, Thorberg Aaronsson, & Kagome Akaibara

ALARA ADAMS: INTO THE LIGHT!!! LESLEY, THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN, JUST POPPED LEVI, THE LAST SURVIVOR, IN THE FACE!!! LESLEY DROPS ONTO HIM…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

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Trial #3

Jason Long vs Havoc, Julius Fairweather, Slade Castle, & Rapture

We stick with Jason as he slinks along the side of a larger makeshift shack and pops out the other side...only to stand face-to-face with...Rapture.

JASON LONG: Wait…

Rapture takes a step towards Jason and pulls out a knife. Jason looks at it and chuckles to himself.

JASON LONG: Were you just jealous of me being chosen as a Killer, when you wanted to be one? I’m sorry, man. That’s just the way DeMarco chose. Go talk to him if you have an issue with it. Otherwise, leave me alone...get the HELL out of my match...and take your silly little fake-ass plastic knife with y-

Before Jason could finish, Rapture lunges forward and plunges the very real, very sharp knife, into Jason’s abdomen.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: JASON!!!

Jason’s eyes widen in pain and in confusion. Rapture pulls the knife out and jams it into Jason’s side again.

JASON LONG: What...the...fuck…

Rapture pulls the knife out and plunges it into the Champion one more time before pulling it out and taking a step back.

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Trial #3
Jason Long vs Havoc, Julius Fairweather, Slade Castle, & Rapture

But Julius Fairweather out of nowhere, grabs Havoc and yanks him out of the doorway. Havoc stumbles back again.

ALARA ADAMS: THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!!

A vicious jumping roundhouse catches Havoc off guard and knocks him to the ground. He is still awake, but dazed. Meanwhile, Julius lands on the ground, gives one final nod to Slade and then enters through the open door. He grabs the door and shuts it behind him, a green balloon raising from each corner of the shack.

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Trial #4

Elena DeDraca vs Syndicate, Trey Bouchet, Earl Boyde, Latoya Hixx

Elena swings the bat, only for Syndicate to duck underneath it. She comes back quickly with a swing the other way, only for Syndicate to jump back away from the barbed wire. But that was his mistake, as he tripped backward over the chest, landing hard on the other side. He quickly turns over onto his hands and knees to get up...but Elena has already charged over and used the chest to hop into the air…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA JUST CURB STOMPED SYNDICATE’S FACE INTO THE GROUND!!!

Elena flips Syndicate over onto his back, hooking his leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

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Back Hall...

The scene cuts away from Elena standing victorious in the middle of the Rod Laver Arena, to the back halls of said arena. Our camera is pointed at a trash can, where we see the bloody clothes of Rapture being shoved into the top. We slowly pan out and we see the back of a familiar red hoodie. As we continue the panning, we catch the final movement of them sliding on the familiar red purge mask. The mask turns towards the camera and lights up as the lights in the area turn off.

We are left with the glowing mask in the darkness...two red X’s over the eyes and the creepy glowing red smile.


Fade from the flashback to the ending of Fallout X, with Redd’s mask staring at the screen and we find ourselves in an Office, somewhere in Osaka-jo Hall. The first face we are greeted by is Fallout Assistant General Manager, Arik Holt. Dressed in a gray suit, his eyes dart back and forth over paperwork that he seems to be reading with great attention. Next to him, a man dressed in a black suit and clean shaven, reads a duplicate of the document.

ROCK JOHNSON: So I hope you are finding everything to your liking.

The camera pans out and we see that Arik and the other gentleman are sitting across from Project: Honor Owner, Rock Johnson.

ROCK JOHNSON: Like the contract says, after last Fallout’s egregious actions by the individual known as Redd, we here in Project: Honor feel that we must do everything and anything in our power to find out who this person is and out them.

Arik looks up at Rock Johnson and nods his head, agreeing with him, before flipping to the next page and continuing to read the document.

ROCK JOHNSON: Which is why, with the permission of the stockholders and board of trustees...I have been permitted to offer Mr. Arik Holt a lifetime contract for Project: Honor. Once this contract is signed and the conditions are met, the only way Mr. Holt would lose his job...is if he chose to leave.

Without looking up, the man in black responds.

HOLT’S LAWYER: Sounds favorable to my client.

ROCK JOHNSON: This is also my way of apologizing for disrespecting…

HOLT’S LAWYER: I believe the words are discriminating and harassing.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...yes...um...for discriminating and harassing Mr. Holt, for his medical conditions. It was in poor taste, for me to assume that Arik was a Make-A-Wish patient. It was bad form to look at his muteness and alopecia and just assume that he did not work for Project: Honor.

HOLT’S LAWYER: Even if you were the one who originally hired him.

Rock Johnson uses his index finger to make room in his dress-shirt’s collar, feeling very uneasy at the moment. Before continuing, he clears his throat.

ROCK JOHNSON: Yes. Now with this new contract, Mr. Holt will be taken care of for the life of Project: Honor. This lifetime contract signifies my willingness to apologize and try to mend fences. But, as you read in the contract, there is a little bit of a give-and-take with this.

Arik and his lawyer look up at Rock Johnson.

ROCK JOHNSON: As I was saying just a moment ago, Redd has caused a ruckus in our Fallout ranks. He chased off our former Ascension Champion, damaged untold amounts of Project: Honor property...and then...caused the demise of our Prime-slash-Noble Champion. And now with him sniffing around Savannah Sunshine, we need to make sure he does not cause any further harm to anything or anyone. Which is why this lifetime contract has a caveat. In order for it to be legal and binding, Mr. Arik Holt must not only FIND out who is behind the Redd mask TONIGHT…he must also convince him to show his face.

HOLT’S LAWYER: So by the end of the show, the world must know and see who this Redd character is, for this contract to take effect...correct?

ROCK JOHNSON: Yes.

The lawyer looks at Arik, who had taken out his notepad and scribbled something down before showing him. The lawyer runs his eyes across the words, reading them in his head, before looking up at Rock Johnson.

HOLT’S LAWYER: And if Arik can not find out who Redd is, then what?

ROCK JOHNSON: Then this new contract becomes null and void. Arik will stay on his current limited contract and we can find another way to compensate him for my poor choice of words and actions.

Arik scribbles something else down and hands the notebook to the lawyer. Before the lawyer could finish reading what he wrote, Arik took his pen and signed the new contract provided to him by Rock Johnson.

HOLT’S LAWYER: Well, it seems Mr. Johnson...that you have a deal. And Mr. Holt has also added that if he can not find and reveal who Redd is tonight, out of honor for the dearly departed and Savannah Sunshine herself, he will resign.

Arik finishes signing and slides it to his lawyer to sign as witness.

ROCK JOHNSON: THAT’S the kind of attitude I like to see in my company. Someone giving it everything they have!

Arik stands to his feet, quickly followed by Rock. The lawyer finishes signing under Arik and Rock’s signatures and stands to his feet as well.

HOLT’S LAWYER: It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Johnson.

The man reaches out for a handshake, which Rock quickly reciprocates.

ROCK JOHNSON: The pleasure was all yours. Now let’s cross our fingers that Arik here can catch us a psycho tonight.

Arik takes his index and middle fingers and points at his eyes, before pointing all around him...signifying that he is going to look everywhere. Rock Johnson offers him a handshake, but instead Arik turns and walks off, quickly starting the hunt.



Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of the outside of the Coliseo Cerradoi. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.


‘Rise Above It’ by I prevail cuts through the silence as we see the fans pouring into the entrances.

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

The shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles, shining brightly in a large locked glass case.

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

Above the Prime Championship Title and Noble Championship Title, is a large picture of Jason Long.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Above the Ascension Championship Title, is a picture of Lesley Adora.

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

We cut to an image of Valkyrie and Thorberg Aaronsson, standing across from each other with the words ‘Monster Opening Match’ hanging above them.

But for now I stand alone

Flip to an image of Lazarus Arhen and Charon Seede, standing next to the teams of Latoya Hixx & Earl Boyde, and Artemis Shepherd and Yelich.

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

Slide over to an image of Savannah Sunshine and Levi Kirstein standing across from each other.

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

Fade to an image of the Ascension Champion Lesley Adora, standing in the middle of a Farmer’s Market with Bianca McBride, Slade Castle, and Angelo Caito. The words ‘Ascension Championship Match’ hang above all of them.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Finally we see an image of Havoc, Mason Destruction, Julius Fairweather, and Syndicate. Above them is the words ‘Barbed Wire Heaven Match’

The Main Event image fades out to the words ‘EPISODE XI: LAND OF THE RISING SON’

I will stop at nothin’, ‘cause I was made to

The music stops dead as the Fallout logo replaces the words.


With the opening camera feed bringing us to inside of Osaka-Jo Hall where banners and the like are all made in memory for Jason Long, the fans are standing on their feet and chanting the name of the Prime and Noble Champion. A pan of the camera around the fans in Osaka-Jo shows a few of them weeping tears and holding fan-made banners of their own. The chants for Jason Long continue as the camera shot shows the sight of a black casket and standing right in front of it is Christian DeMarco, Savannah Sunshine, and Rock Johnson. Savannah, dressed in the ring attire that’s designed just like Jason’s and both DeMarco and Johnson wearing all-black. The entire roster of Fallout stands out on the stage in respect for the fallen roster member -- some missing due to them ‘not caring about Jason at all’ but that doesn’t matter -- DeMarco takes a step up to the podium and taps on the microphone.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: This… has been a sad state of affairs. Two weeks ago - at Dead by Daylight - has been nothing but a horror story come to life. Two weeks ago, after the show went off the air, we lost one of our roster members--and arguably one of the top talents that there’s been seen in this company. Jason Long, sadly, passed away after the news broke on Twitter a few hours after Fallout went off of the air. Rapture--that bastard I thought was the real Rapture--stabbed Jason multiple times on live television and murdered Jason in the middle of the battlefields.

There’s a moment of a pause from DeMarco. Taking the moment to grasp his emotions.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I never thought I’d be brought into this situation -- for as much as I endorse the violence and the horror-filled gruesomeness. But for someone like Redd to kill one of my top talents that this brand has seen since it’s introduction, I feel as if I need to take the blame for all of this. For every single thing that’s led up to this. I should’ve known that Redd wasn’t gone. I should have known that Redd would do something like this. I should have fucking known. I should have known that Kayden - who I feel bad for right now as he was taken away in cuffs and my beliefs that he was Redd all along - wouldn’t do such a thing like this to me, and to my roster members, and that he was set up by the real Redd. But don’t worry, tonight there will be justice. I will bring this to justice. For you, the fans. For you, the roster members. For you, Savannah Sunshine. For them, Jason’s family- and for him, Jason Long himself.

DeMarco’s speech is soon interrupted with the chants of ‘FUCK THEM UP, CHRISTIAN. FUCK THEM UP’ and that brings a grin to DeMarco’s face. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: But I promise you that this is not the end. Tonight I will make sure that everything comes to light, and this show does not fucking end until I have Redd unmasked, and he is brought to fucking justice for what he’s caused throughout the past couple of months. Mark my words, Redd, because I know you’ll be listening. I have Arik searching for your ass right now, I’ll be joining him very soon, and so will everyone else. This does not end well for you--so I fucking suggest you give up by the end of the night before we force it out of you-

Christian is soon cut off by Rock Johnson covering up the microphone and putting an end to DeMarco’s winded rant. Christian soon takes a step back and allows Rock Johnson to step up to the podium. There’s a bit of an elongated sigh from Johnson before he would speak.

ROCK JOHNSON: Though I would have worded it much better myself - and a bit more formally - he’s right about one thing, putting Redd into justice for his crimes and his actions. But right now, it’s not that time. Right now, we need to remember one of our own. This is the night where we remember Jason Long for who he was. For me, he’s been known to us since the beginning, before we even began to have shows. I remember asking him to be on board for us when Project: Honor was only coming up from the ground and beginning to build. Contractual obligations stopped that but he said he’d be down to show up whenever he needed to be--and by the looks of things, it seemed as if I wasn’t the only one asking around for him when DeMarco had him show up at Unbreakable Resolution in the Purge Match. Since then, he signed on the dotted line for us and has been on a roughened road to success, with some shakiness but still always finding a way to come out on top.

The tron above everyone shows the one frame taken of the Purge Match, showing Jason Long - then known as Maverick - with the green purge mask in his hand and in the other is his signature Metal Baseball Bat.

ROCK JOHNSON: He’s a man who’s made history. He’s a man who’s created memorable moments with those he’s shared the ring with. From having the rough start, and being ‘cheated’ out of his Noble Championship attempts -- to becoming the Prime Champion and then becoming both the Prime and Noble Champion, being the first man ever to hold the mantle of being the first-ever double champion in the history of Project: Honor. He’s a man who’s not afraid of anyone or anything, and one who’ll make sure his voice is heard in a packed out room, because that’s what he’d do. But I’m here right now to do one thing, and that’s to announce the stripping of the Prime Championship and the Noble Championship as of right now--HEY! What are you doing?

Savannah soon takes the microphone off of Rock Johnson and holds it close to her so he couldn’t hear those words exit his mouth.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I don’t want you to do that, Rock. I don’t want you to take what he has left. I can’t stand by this, I just can’t, I really just can’t--

Soon, the lights go out--and there’s nothing left in the arena except for a red dimmed spotlight shining down into the crowd, and underneath that spotlight? It’s Redd. In the flesh. The mask over his face and waving over to Rock, Savannah, and Christian.

REDD: This is so peaceful. So touching, so nice, and so heartwarming. Wouldn’t you all agree with me-

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: GET HIM! GET THAT SON OF A BITCH NOW--

The lights come back to life, down onto the ring--but they’re no normal lights but the lights of the illuminated masks that surround the ring. All wearing the same mask as Redd himself.

REDD: It is very rude for you to interrupt me, Christian. I thought you’d love to hear every single word that comes out of my mouth. Now, dear Savannah. You know--a part of me does feel somewhat sorry for you. You’ve become weak and you’ve become vulnerable. I don’t blame you in the slightest for being angry at me but I’m sure by now, you’ve seen the light. You’ve seen the truth behind it all, haven’t you? I was there to protect you, not to harm you, but I was there to harm those who’d harm you. I was there for you and you never thought about it once. But, again, I do apologise for my rudeness and my actions. Savannah, I ask of you this one time. Please, accept me into your life. Allow this to be what creates you into what you’re meant to be. Become the Queen of Candyland--and more so, the Queen of Fallout. I’ll be your new king after all.

Christian and Rock look over to Savannah, there’s a pouted look on her face before she looks up to Redd in the crowd… and gives her a nod.

REDD: That’s right, my queen. Soon, we’ll take over everything and we’ll make sure everyone feels our wrath. Army of Redd… take Rock Johnson and Christian DeMarco out of the ring at once.

Like a pack of hounds, they all jump onto the apron and both Rock and Christian soon leave the ring, being held back near Kayden and Alara at the commentary desk. One of Redd’s goons enters the ring and joins Savannah by her side. Holding the Prime and Noble Championships in their hands.

REDD: Ah yes, those championships. I guess they’d be useless to me or maybe I’d take them in… to give it to you, Savannah. Those are yours, a present to keep to remember Jason, and something for you to continue his legacy by.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I guess… I guess you’re… You’re right, Redd. Maybe I have been blinded by everything. Maybe I have been seeking something that pushed me to where I needed to be.

A chuckle from Redd is heard.

REDD: Of course, I’m right. Now, open up that casket and let me have one good look at what I’ve caused.

The goon of Redd steps over the casket and opens it up, the body of Jason---RISES UP. IT’S NOT JASON AT ALL. IT’S NATHAN O’CONNOR. A STERN LOOK ON HIS FACE AS HE STARES RIGHT UP AT REDD.

REDD: What the---WHERE IN THE HELL IS JASON--

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You ungrateful fucking cunt. Haven’t you remembered the one thing that Jason tells everyone? That when you come at the king, you best not miss? Sadly enough… YOU FUCKING MISSED!

The crowd ROAR in cheers before they hear...


The synthwave beats. The speakers ripping open Kingslayer. The lights coming back to life and Jason Long is standing at the top of ramp. The crowd have become un-fucking-glued. Holding his weapon of choice at Dead by Daylight; the razor wired metal baseball bat. Nathan hops out of the casket and attacks the goon inside of the ring but outside of the ring, it’s Jason swinging for the fences against everyone coming after him. He's attacking everyone in sight and the entire roster has joined in!

ALARA ADAMS: I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING! JASON LONG ISN’T DEAD! OR IS HE BACK FROM THE DEAD?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I--I--- I’M IN SHOCK! THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW AND JASON IS CUTTING THROUGH EVERYONE -- AND I MEAN EVERYONE -- TO GET HIS HANDS ON REDD!

Jason drops the bat and charges for the barricades, leaping over in a single bound and dashing up the steps to go right for Redd, who’s already made his exit but Jason doesn’t give a damn. He wants his hands on Redd. Back inside the ring is Savannah landing the Superkick to the goon of Redd before Nathan would pick him up and drop him with the Michinoku Driver II-B! Jason, in a huff of anger, comes back over the barricade with a mask in his hand--the mask of Redd, and he enters the ring to be close to his brother and his lover.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Did you get him?

JASON LONG: Nah, never got a chance with the cunt. But he’ll get his dues. Don’t you fucking worry.

Jason soon picks up a microphone from the ground and brings it close to his mouth, the loud breathing is heard before he speaks.

JASON LONG: Thirty-six fucking minutes. That’s how long you’ve had me dead and buried, in the dust and long forgotten, but you should have known that I wouldn’t be that quick to kick the fucking bucket so soon. A few inches away from my heart was what kept me alive, Redd. So I’ll give you one piece of advice I learned a long time ago… Lesson one -- double tap, bitch.

The crowd continued to cheer loudly!

JASON LONG: As for these championships, Rocky-- they’re staying with me. They’re never leaving my side. And for you, little fucking shit…

Jason drops the microphone and grabs onto the man--picking him up AND DROPPING HIM DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE KINGSLAYER! EXCLAMATION POINT MADE.

JASON LONG: Redd, tonight… You’re going to die and your blood will most gladly… be on my fucking hands.

‘Kingslayer’ rips through the speakers and Jason grabs onto his championships before exiting the ring along with Savannah and Nathan, walking past the laying bodies of Redd’s army. Heading to the back and heading through the curtain, before being quickly followed by Christian DeMarco and Rock Johnson.



CLARA OLSON: On the way to the ring first… Standing at five foot, ten inches… Weighing one hundred and forty pounds… From Baton Rouge, LA… VAAALLLKKKYYYRRRIIIEEE!!!

The arena goes pitch black as the sound of a pack of wolves howls hauntingly can be heard over the speakers.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

The picture of a pair of glowing golden wolf eyes appears out of the darkness (on the tron).

“I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.
Yeah!”

The lights begin to flash with the music and standing in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in what appears to be Norse tribal attire made of Wolf pelts. A black and grey wolf pelt wrapped around her shoulders and held in place by a silver chain connected via 2 wolves heads. Covering her face is a Wolf mask as golden blonde hair spills down her back in various braids decorated with beads and other “trinkets”. She’s wearing a pair of black leather pants that clings to every curve, a pair of knee-high black heeled boots with fur around the top. Clinging to her upper-body is a black leather corset with various buckles, fur and spikes.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m falling.”

Black Feathers start to fall all around her as she stands and sways slightly in the center of the stage.

“So fast from the sky.
From the weight of my life.
Sometimes I feel like I’m hunted.”

The woman raises her head up and looks as if she’s stretching/popping her neck and rolling her hands into fists.

“Attack me with knives.
Cut me up in the night.”

At the next verse, she lifts her head up and lets out what could only be considered a battle cry.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

As the lights brighten the arena, everyone now sees that she’s surrounded by a group of both men and women dressed much like herself. Two of which held the chains to very large black wolves.

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.
I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then pushes away from where she stands and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The man and woman holding the two wolves follow behind her. The Wolves following.

“No, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
I leave behind all the lies.
I taught myself to survive.

I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

She comes to a stop as she reaches the end of the ramp and stands before the ring.. In silence.

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a…”

As the drums begin to beat over the speakers, she then climbs onto the apron and slips between the ropes.

“I am a…”

She moves to the middle of the ring and takes a stance.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then raises her fist up into the air.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior
I will never stop.
What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then raises both arms up, throws her head back and lets out another battle cry.

“YEAH!”

By the time the song ends, she's standing in the center of the ring ready to do battle.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent… Standing at six foot, eight inches… Weighing three hundred and twelve pounds… From Finland, Ivalo… The Murder Viking… THHHOOORRRBBBEEERRRGGG AAAARRROOONNNSSSSSSOOONNN!!!

Slowly walks to the ring with a murderous look on his face and ignores the crowd.

DING! DING! DING!

Both Valkyrie and Thorberg Aaronsson are in the ring. Thorberg towers over Valkyrie and as he grabs hold of her, he picks her up to hit a Scoop Slam on her, only Valkyrie has other ideas as she slips behind the big guy and takes him down to one knee with a Chopblock. Valkyrie then runs to the opposing ropes and bounces off them for momentum as she hits a Shining Wizard on Thorberg. Thorberg grabs hold of Valkyrie’s legs though and gets to his feet hitting her with a Powerbomb before falling back down to one knee again. With the help of the ropes, Thorberg gets back up to his feet and makes his way over to where Valkyrie is laying and goes to pick her up but is surprised by her clubbing either side of his head making his ears ring as he stumbles back into the corner and against the turnbuckle.

ALARA ADAMS: Ouch! Thorberg’s big ass ears must be ringing!

KAYDEN ELLIS: All the bigger to hear you with.

This gives Valkyrie the chance to get back to her feet and run at Thorberg hitting him with a Dropkick, sending him slumping down to a sitting position in the corner. Valkyrie follows that Dropkick up with another Dropkick as Thorberg is now sent to the mat as Valkyrie goes for the pin.

ONE…
KICKOUT BY THORBERG AARONSSON!!!

Thorberg manages to throw Valkyrie across the ring with such force sending her crashing back first to the mat. Thorberg is back to his feet and now looks extremely angry as he stomps his way towards Valkyrie.

ALARA ADAMS: Thorberg looks angry, do you think he heard me?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh he definitely heard you. Haha!

Grabbing her around the throat, Thorberg lifts up Valkyrie and slams her down with a Sitout Chokehold Powerbomb that shakes the ring. Thorberg isn’t done though, he lifts Valkyrie and throws her into the air catching her in a Fireman's Carry Position before slamming her down to the mat with a Samoen Drop and going for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT BY VALKYRIE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Valkyrie isn’t letting that big ass monster get the better of her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don’t forget that Thorberg has big ears and can hear you.

Thorberg is up to his feet as quick as the monstrous man's legs allow him to be as he starts to argue with the ref. Thorberg had intimidated the ref enough to send him into the corner with nowhere else to go. This gave Valkyrie enough time to get back up to her feet as she started to kick the leg she hit the Chopblock on earlier. Just as Thorberg is turning around, Valkyrie gets a well placed kick on his leg that buckles it underneath him sending him to the mat holding his leg. Valkyrie sees an opportunity and grabs hold of Thorberg’s legs and applies Fenrir's Bite (Lion Tamer) as Thorberg tries to wriggle free. Thorberg gets close to the ropes but Valkyrie spots it and drags him back to the centre of the ring before applying more pressure to the hold. Thorberg is refusing to tap out and once again tries to wriggle free and eventually uses his size and power to his advantage getting free from the hold.

It looks as though the damage had been done though as Thorberg gets up to his feet only to fall down to the mat again. Valkyrie has a sadistic look in her eye and grin on her face as she sees the damage she has done to the big monstrous Thorberg. Valkyrie jumps out of the ring and onto the apron and eyes up Thorberg who has just managed to get to his feet finally. Valkyrie now hits Thorberg with Mjolnir (Phenomenal Forearm Off The Top Rope) and surprisingly Thorberg is back to his feet quickly only for Valkyrie to take him back down again with Valkyrie's Vengeance (Springboard Moonsault into a Tornado DDT) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match by PINFALL… VAAALLLKKKYYYRRRIIIEEE!!!


After the image of Valkyrie raising her hand into the air fades out, we are greeted by Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco, sitting in his Office. He is in the middle of laying out four dark green folders on his desk, when the door opens and in walks Julius Fairweather.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: JULIUS! Wonderf-

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Save your bullshit ego-pumping fuckery for the next motherfucker, Christian. I don’t want to do nothin’ but get my motherfucking prize and head back to get ready for this fuck-tastic freak show match you got me in.

Christian smirks and nods his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I understand, Mr. Fairweather. Now I’mma let you choose here. Pick a folder.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Your cheap ass stop putting shit in fucking breifcases?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Blame Rock Johnson. I told him to buy stock in that shit but noooOOOOOOooo.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What’s happening between you and your Johnson is none of my concern, motherfucker.

With a bit of randomness to his choice, Julius grabs the folder to the far right. He lifts it up and reads it aloud.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: The holder of this contract is extended an Ascension Championship Title Sh- motherfucker, I already have one of those!

Julius slams the folder down on the desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Calm down there, my fine fellow. Give me some time and I’ll think of something good for you.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That better be motherfucking epic, or I’m gonna drag your fucking body back to Australia and put you in a Dead By-Motherfucking Daylight Trial. Ya dig...Boss?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh I understand, Julius.

With a sudden look of seriousness, Christian stands to his feet.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’ve already got an idea brewing.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well it better be as fucking good as Elena’s prize. I saw that sweet thing walking out of here with a devilish smile on her face. What did she get?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: She had multiple options...she either gets to choose her next opponent or choose her next match type, that she defends the Legacy Championship in.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Either way...someone’s going to get motherfucking killed at Night of Honor. While I would love to get my hands on her...and that Legacy Championship...Momma didn’t raise no fool. I’ll stay in my fucking lane when it comes to her.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wise decision.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Yeah, you remember that wise decision when you decide on my fucking prize.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You’ll know before your match begins, my friend.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I ain’t your motherfucking friend, you looney-toon-behaving crazy-bastard. I barely want to be your acquaintance.

And with that little parting shot, Julius turns and walks out of the room, empty handed.



We cut a storage area, where we see boxes of Fallout paraphernalia and other wrestler belongings are thrown everywhere. Boxes and containers are overturned and thrown all over. Suddenly, popping up from a pile of female wrestler outfits...is Arik Holt. With a pair of maroon wrestling bottoms that read ‘Hixx’ on them, covering the entire top part of his head...Arik looks around feverishly. He takes a deep breath before diving back into the outfits…

...before popping up again with something in his hand...a green purge mask with the name ‘Red Riot’ written on the inside of it. His shoulders slump down slightly as he stands up out of the mess, looking around with very little enthusiasm.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Woah...there...um...Mr. Holt.

Timothy Daniels, one of Fallout’s backstage interviewers, walks into the room and is taken back by the mess.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Looks like you’ve...been doing a little digging.

Arik nods his head yes, solemnly, before tossing the mask back onto the pile of clothes.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Well, I have something that may help you. I was talking to some of the stagehands and they said they might have a lead on some red purge mask activities that are being planned for tonight.

As if the heavens opened, Arik’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Go talk to Chadwick Bundy, with the backstage crew. He might have some info for you.

Timothy reaches up and grabs the pair of Hixx bottoms off of Arik’s head, as the Assistant General Manager quickly walks out of the room. After a second or two, Tim looks around to make sure the coast is clear, before showing the bottoms into his front pocket and walking off.



CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of three-hundred and fifty-one pounds...Lazarus Arjen...Charon Seede...THE MAAAAASSAAAACCCRREEEE!!!

All focus in the venue turned to the entrance way after an eerie chiming. The chiming continued for a few seconds, each one becoming more and more faint. As the chiming softened, the lights did as well until there was no single light on in the venue - except for maybe light coming from cell phones. The chiming would give way to the sound of a gun cocking, and that was when the vocals took over.

“We roll up on your street, mask on, like it's Halloween
Put your ass in a bag, like it's trick or treat.
Front door step, I keep the shotgun pumpin'
Light you up, take the top off your head, like a pumpkin.”

The venue lit up in a dark red color, very reminiscent of blood. The video screen flickered, flashing images of horror scenarios that matches with the words being spoken. Masked figures, bodybags, shotguns firing and even (for a small fraction of a second) a headless torso falling to the pavement. The sound effects that were layered under the vocals gave way to silence as the vocals turned into more of an angry - threatening whisper.

“Excuse me, I'm heartless, you know I can't feel
I'll be the bad guy, the villain, the heel.
I am the devil, I don't need a deal
I'm gonna show you that
monsters are real.”

With those last words, a white spotlight was placed on the entrance way. The chorus of Terrorbyte’s “Boogeyman” featuring Spencer Charnas of Ice Nine Kills hits the sound systems, bringing in the heavy, distorted guitar riffs - bass - and drums. This shift in tempo brought out the team that selected this song; Lazarus Arjen and Charon Seede - together known as ‘The Massacre’. Both wearing their death masks along with their entrance attire. They stopped forward movement after passing through the curtain. Evil, cold stares from both men - focused down to the ring, then out into the crowd. This menacing visual lasted only just a couple of seconds, before they began their walk down the walk way.

The music, once again, shifted to how it was before - and by the time Lazarus and Charon entered the ring, the angry whispers took over. This would lead to the heavy chorus which happened simultaneously to Charon mounting the middle turnbuckle - dragging his thumb across his throat, and Lazarus moving to the ropes close to where Charon stood - all in front of the hard camera. Lazarus intensely threw his upper body onto the top rope with his arms spread wide. Charon would climb down after a moment and Lazarus stepped back to the center of the ring. Standing side by side, the two removed their death masks which was the cue for the lights to return to normal.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents...first…

Suddenly Latoya Hixx, Earl Boyde, Artemis Shepherd, and Yelich come flying out of the back. No music, no announcement. All four of them make a b-line for the ring, surrounding it and surrounding The Massacre.

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well this one is getting off to an interesting start!

ALARA ADAMS: Look at you! You get a week or so in jail and suddenly you get the balls to talk first? I’M PROUD OF YOU!!!

Latoya slides into the ring, only for Lazarus to turn and rock her with a hard right, sending her into the corner. Yelich comes in next, only for Charon to duck under a pathetic hook. Charon quickly stands to his feet, picking Yelich up into the air and THROWING him over the top rope. Yelich crashes down hard on the metal barricade, right in the middle of his back. The Undefeatable cries out in pain as he grabs at his back.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jesus, that looked like it hurt.

Earl Boyde slides in next and throws a forearm into the back of Lazarus, only for The Depraved to stumble forward slightly and turn around...death in his eyes. Earl tries to reach out to grab Lazarus, but the quickness was too much as Arjen maneuvered around Boyde and landed a hard kick to the back of Earl’s knees. Boyd collapses down only for Lazarus to bounce off the ropes and come flying back with a HARD knee to the back of Earl Boyde’s head.

ALARA ADAMS: Damn, Daddy Laz...make him hurt more!

Artemis Shepherd slides into the ring and grabs Charon, who was watching the fight between Earl and Lazarus, and whips him into the corner. Artemis charges in, only for Charon to move...and rip off the turnbuckle cover in one motion. Shepherd stops inches away from the exposed turnbuckle...but Charon comes FLYING in and slams into Artemis, slamming him face first into the exposed metal. Shepherd’s nose instantly begins to gush blood.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well we knew that when The Massacre showed up...they were bringing the violence.

Artemis stumbles backward and into the waiting arms of Charon, who grabs him around the waist and slams him to the ground with a HUGE suplex. Meanwhile, The Hoeski has come out of her corner and stands face to face with Lazarus...but he doesn’t see Yelich sliding into the ring with a chair. Yelich raises it above his head and charges Lazarus...AND ARJEN MOVES...YELICH CRACKS THE CHAIR ACROSS THE HEAD OF LATOYA HIXX. Hixx drops like a bag of rocks as Yelich is in shock at what he just did. He turns around…

ALARA ADAMS: The excitement and violence in Lazarus’ eyes could make a girl go crazy…

KICK TO YELICH’S MIDSECTION AND YELICH DROPS THE CHAIR!!! Lazarus grabs his bent over opponent...METEMORPHOSIS ONTO THE FOLDING CHAIR!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was one bloody paradigm shift.

Artemis Shepherd slowly gets to his feet as both Charon and Lazarus are up to theirs and are eyeing him up. Lazarus comes flying in from the front with a bull hammer elbow...Charon comes flying in from the back with a spinning back elbow...GHOSTS OF NEW ORLEANS!!! With the pressure of both hits, a spray of blood shoots out from Artemis’ nose before he collapses to the ground in an unconscious mess. Both Lazarus and Charon drop down onto Artemis, their eyes looking up at the ref who has no other choice but to drop down onto the mat.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners...THE...MAAASSAAACCRREEE!!!

Lazarus Arjen and Charon Seede stand on their feet as the ground rain boos and jeers down onto them. The bloody bodies of Yelich and Artemis Shepherd at their feet while Latoya Hixx and Earl Boyde have rolled out of the ring to get their own bearings.


With the cameras going backstage the viewer gets to see a simple wooden door. In the middle of it the name Christian DeMarco stood out. The camera held on to it just a little longer before someone entered the room. It obviously was the office of Fallout’s general manager. A solid wooden desk took most of the place. An open laptop in the middle of it and some papers. All in all the scene seemed slightly chaotic, but after all this was Fallout.

Much to the surprise of the fans the person behind the desk wasn't DeMarco. A redheaded female was leaning back in the leather chair, her feet on top of the desk. She was looking at her well manicured, sharp nails. The hint of a smile on her face.

When the camera did a little switch it showed that it was none other than Christian DeMarco that had entered his office. The expression on his face gave away that he was as surprised as the audience.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh, what a lovely surprise.

The woman behind the desk didn’t move an inch, obviously not caring that she was sitting in his spot. The smile on her face grew slightly. Knowing exactly who he was dealing with, DeMarco walked closer. Without taking offense, or at least not showing it, he sat down in one of the other chairs.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What may I do for you, Lara? A drink? A contract update? Anything else?

LARA CHAMBERS: A drink sounds inviting, but I don’t think that is the right time. And about the contract, I am good with what we have currently set up. But a little birdie told me that you need something from the Fist of Hydra.

She made sure to pronounce every last word in a rather intensive manner. Putting more weight on it so to say.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yes, the lovely Elena. Where is the champion? I figured she would be eager to get her prize. Or better said, tell me what she decided on…

LARA CHAMBERS: Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, Chris. The champion is in the building, but like every other night- she keeps herself busy. You know how it is, being the top of the crop. Considering you run a little low when it comes to champions.

Lara didn’t care to hide the fact that she was amused by the recent actions on Fallout. Including talent getting stabbed, girlfriends flipping out and a stalker getting the last laugh.

LARA CHAMBERS: Some would say you don’t do business very well, but we at HYDRA- we think you do an awesome job. So see this as the LEGACY champion applauding you. We could have signed with either brand, but we picked you Christian. You are a visionary. Nothing against Indy, apart from his horrible fashion sense, but Proving Ground is just a little to tame for my personal taste.

In a slow manner she licked over her dark red lips. All this time her hazel eyes remained focused on the General Manager. From the inside pocket of her leather jacket she pulled an envelope. The paper had his name written on the front.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What’s that?

LARA CHAMBERS: An envelope, Sherlock. But also the thing you have been waiting for tonight. XOX from your LEGACY champion.

Lara slowly got up from the comfortable leather chair, but didn’t move any further. She looked down on him, obviously waiting.

LARA CHAMBERS: You can open it. It won’t bite and more importantly it’s not a try to kill you with Anthrax.

The woman winked at him before finally setting herself in motion, moving towards the door. She couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around the handle when someone else opened it. Even without looking she knew that green hair, but more importantly that thick Scottish accent.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Emergency! Alexandra will probably kill the catering guy… they are out of waffles… and I am not even sure they speak the same language...

LARA CHAMBERS: First World problems.

A small sigh escaped her when both women left DeMarco’s office. He was still sitting in the same spot, holding the envelope in both hands. If people took a closer look they might have noticed the small sweet pearls on his forehead, but they wouldn’t.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Let’s go then.

He mostly said to himself when opening it. He seemed eager and hesitant at the same time though. It was a single piece of paper that he pulled out, with only one word written on it. That well known devilish smile covered his face by then.

INFERNO MATCH.




Come back from Dead By Daylight commercial and we once again find ourselves in the Office of Christian DeMarco. Sitting across from him is current Ascension Champion, Lesley Adora.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So you understand the premise, right? Your prize is in one of these four folders. Pick one.

LESLEY ADORA: Oh...I understand…

The look on Lesley’s face shows he is quite disgusted, not only to be in this office, but to be around DeMarco in general.

LESLEY ADORA: I pick a folder. You reward me with some demented prize, that benefits you and the rest of your gross-hedonistic friends. Meanwhile the Light suffers, as usual on this God-forsaken show.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m not ALL that bad, Lesley. I understand that not only did you win your trial...but you even had to deal with Crash Rodriguez. So you overcame five individuals...a feat no one else did on that show.

LESLEY ADORA: Meanwhile you have people DYING to please you…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hey...Jason is alive. You and everyone else saw him earlier.

LESLEY ADORA: But we all see what that dark-heart Redd individual did to him. How can I trust this prize isn’t just some other twisted macab toy for your amusement? How can I trust you when you barely hold this place together, brother?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Because after having to take on FIVE individuals...each of these folders have the same prize. A prize I hand picked for you. After dealing with the shit when Winterborn was here, to dealing with the hell you and Mason put each other through...to this newest caveat in Crash. I personally think you will enjoy this.

Lesley lets out a little sigh before grabbing a black folder and opening it.

LESLEY ADORA: It’s empty…

With a look of disgust and utter disappointment, Lesley looked up at DeMarco...intent and giving him hell. Instead he was taken back by DeMarco who was holding out three hard metal keycards.

LESLEY ADORA: What...what are these?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: There are your own PERSONAL nuclear keycards.

LESLEY ADORA: Do I have to pull teeth and ask why...or are you going to explain to me...why you are giving me something meant for destruction?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: If you take them and look at them…

Adora slowly takes them from DeMarco and begins to examine them.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...you will notice that one is marked with a P, one with an N, the last with an A. You know own the nuclear keycards to a free shot at the Prime, Noble, or Ascension Championships...whenever you want.

LESLEY ADORA: Whenever I want? Like, I could turn the Prime one in now and get a Prime Shot on the next Fallout?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Whenever you want as in you turn the Prime one in now and you get a Prime shot right now! You think you have an advantage over a hurt Champion...come down, hand your keycard to the ref...he rings the bell...BAM! Instant Championship match.

The Light begins to glow in Lesley’s eyes as he smiles.

LESLEY ADORA: I think I like this prize, brother.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I knew you would. Now go get ready, you have a title to retain.

Lesley stands to his feet, holding tightly onto his three keycards. He bows his head slightly to DeMarco.

LESLEY ADORA: Now if only your heart could follow your generosity into the light, Brother Christian.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I just don’t think the Light is my cup of tea, Brother Lesley.

LESLEY ADORA: Very well.

The Ascension Champion lifts his and slowly makes his way to the door of the Office, opening it and exiting the room.



CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled for one fall… already in the ring… weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds… SAVANNAH SUNSHINE!!


“King Kunta” by Kendrick Lamar begins to play as the lights dim, all of the house lights slowly make their way up to the top of the stage ramp and the entrance curtain as the lyrics kick in.

“Bitch where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta”

The fans await the arrival of The Absolute. Levi Kirstein slowly appears from behind the entrance curtain with his head held up high, an expressionless look resting as he stops at the very top of the ramp, looking out to his peers. Donning the white and gold leather jacket that represents his rank in the New World, Kirstein stands there for only a few more seconds, closing his eyes and leaning his head back slowly to soak in the crowd’s negative reaction. The chorus to the song begins again as Levi opens his eyes and takes his steps forward, heading down the ramp and making a beeline for the ring.

Sliding under the bottom rope and heading into the corner, he springs onto the second rope and looks out to the many fans that are looking all the way up at him. Levi feels that he’s the highest man in the room, he knows he’s the man they need as he slips his arms free from the leather jacket and throwing it down onto the floor below -- down to the ringside area for a member of the ringside crew to pick up and gently put away -- as he leans his head back like he did at the top of the entrance ramp and stretched his arms out wide.

CLARA OLSON: Wrestling out of Leicester, East Midlands, England and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds… he is “The Absolute”... LEEEEEVIIIIII KIRRRRRRSTEEEIIIIIIIINNNNNNN!!!

Levi springs down to the mat below him and stands in his corner, looking at Savannah with a confident smile on his face and looking prepared for the war ahead of him.

DING! DING! DING!

As the match begins, Savannah approaches Levi in the center of the ring, offering a hand for him to lock up. Levi grins and reaches out but only to slap the hand away. Instinctively Savannah hits back with a slap across the face that sounds like a gun going off causing the crowd to pop huge.

ALARA ADAMS: OUCH!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: My money was on Savannah before Levi pissed her off, now I know Levi has no damn chance.

Levi recoils holding his jaw and looks somewhat embarrassed. They quickly begin circling one another; each sizing the other opponent up and waiting for an opening. In unison, they step in and lock up, both vying for dominance and getting a feel for the other’s strength. Making use of a massive height and weight advantage, Kirstein twists his way out and, moving in a circle to shift the momentum in his favor, sends Savannah into the ropes. As she bounces off of them back in his direction, Levi plunges a knee into Savannah’s gut, sending The Queen of Candyland flipping over and back first into the mat!

ALARA ADAMS: You can’t rule out a talent like Levi Kirstein.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yes I can!!

Undeterred, Savannah kips up, spinning around and hitting Levi with an uppercut, one move flowing seamlessly into the next. She follows with a series of rapid strikes, still taking advantage of that sweet centrifugal motion. Staggered, Levi’s surprise leaves him open to a follow-up roundhouse kick after Levi gets a running start. Her opponent dropped to the canvas, she goes for a pin!

ONE!
TWO!
And a kick-out from Levi Kirstein!

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah's showing her undeniable ability, and giving Levi Kirstein a taste of what she can do first hand.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah is a dead cert.

ALARA ADAMS: KAYDEN!! Don’t talk about death dammit.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh right… not been long enough yet.

His bell thoroughly rung, Levi gets to his feet, blinking dazedly. Savannah doesn’t waste an instant, intent on keeping Kirstein grounded. Levi makes a hazy strike at her, only to have her duck, hook one of her arms over his shoulders, swinging herself around his body, and slamming his head into the mat with a float-over DDT.

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah Sunshine is in complete control of Levi Kirstein.

Waiting as Levi gets to his feet again, trying and failing to get his bearings, Savannah backs up enough to give herself the room for a hurricanrana. As it’s about to connect, however, the Absolute drops to one knee and out of the way in a sluggish motion that appears every bit accidental.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Levi appears about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

As Savannah collides with the mat, Levi gets to his feet, turning in a slow circle to stare at her, eyes gleaming with all the vicious intent he can muster. The jokey demeanor displayed earlier in the match seems to be replaced by something with shades of almost vengeful ruthlessness. He waits for her to get up, then immediately tries to hit her with a Spinning Back Wheel Kick that attempts to send her right back down again, Savannah however ducks easily. Rising just enough to get some clearance, Savannah sweeps Kirstein’s legs out from under him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, that comeback lasted about as long as Dickie Watson’s marriage.

ALARA ADAMS: Jeez, any level you won’t drop to?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nope!

As he hits the mat, she pops up and takes a step back, gaining momentum for the Shiniest Rainbow. At the last moment, too late to make any adjustments, the absolute twists around and catches hold of Savannah’s lower leg. Continuing to twist, he causes her to follow his motion in an awkward, airborne angle, Savannah ends up landing in a tangle of limbs as Levi Kirstein climbs to his feet. He stalks around her, that wild glint still dancing in his dark eyes as he seizes one of Savannah’s legs. Again though his attack is thwarted, Savannah kicks him away and rises quickly.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Levi just isn’t in Savannah Sunshine’s league tonight.

Savannah charges at Levi and takes him down with a sick running version of the Blood Dragon.

ALARA ADAMS: That’s the mushroom stomp she adopted from Jason Long, how fitting.

Savannah seems focused on Levi but shows no interest in going for a cover, she simply stalks Kirstein and waits on him to raise slightly before nailing him with a low spinning heel kick.

ALARA ADAMS: JAWBREAKER!! Savannah Sunshine can finish this anytime she wants now, either of those moves would have been enough.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s just toying with him now.

ALARA ADAMS: She looks like she wants to destroy him.

Candyland's Greatest Export continues stalking Levi and after what feels like an age, Levi eventually gets up to hands and knees. Savannah takes a deep breath before running at Levi Kirstein, she absolutely destroys him with A VICIOUS PUNT KICK!!! Levi just drops motionless to the mat as Savannah stares down.

ALARA ADAMS: THAT’S JASON LONG’S VANITY KILLER!!!

The ref dives down to check on Levi Kirstein but he is completely unresponsive… The ref calls for the bell and pushes Savannah away!!

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Referee stoppage, damn we don’t see many of them on Fallout!

CLARA OLSON: THE WINNER… VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE… SAVANNAH SUNSHINE!!!

Medics run in to attend to the fallen Levi Kirstein as Savannah looks on.


PYRO: Can I just get my prize and get the fuck out of here?

The image fades in from the easy Sunshine victory and we see Pyro standing in front of DeMarco’s desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Have a seat, my friend.

PYRO: I haven’t been your friend for quite some time, DeMarco. Not since that shit you pulled with me and Drago.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Let bygones be bygones; you hold onto so much hate. Pop some pills, hit a blunt, drink yourself into oblivion...God DAMN, Pyro...you need to calm the hell down.

With a scowl on his face, Pyro takes a seat.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You impressed the hell out of people at your Dead By Daylight Trial. Hell, The Edge gave you the M-V-P of Project: Honor.

PYRO: About time someone noticed what I do for this company.

DeMarco opens a drawer and pulls out his usual four green folders, spreading them out in a line across his desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sure Julius filled you in with the details of how this goes.

PYRO: Yeah, cheap-ass Rock Johnson opts for Walmart-brand folders instead of the usual briefcase deal. I get it. I pick one, I reveal my prize, you find a way to screw me out-

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: No, no, no. Your’s is for keeps. Pick one and let's see what you get.

Pyro reaches up onto the desk...reluctant to pick one, before finally snatching up one on the far left. Opening it as he sits back in the chair, he reads it silently then looks up at DeMarco.

PYRO: A Noble Title shot? Didn’t Havoc just beat me for one of those at Guts, Gold, & Glory?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yes, but you see...Rock Johnson has me doing something I didn’t want to do, later tonight.

PYRO: Sounds like you’re getting a raise...or...well...giving a raise…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: No...none of that shit. I have to take care of something with the Noble Championship. And in doing so, there will be an opening for it...so at Night of Honor, you will be facing Havoc for the Noble Championship!

A creepy smile crosses Pyro’s face.

PYRO: Good. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on him for what he did to me at Triple-G. Now I get to repay the favor!

Pyro stands to his feet.

PYRO: You’re alright, DeMarco. Although, you’re still a dick.

And with those final words, Pyro leaves DeMarco’s office. DeMarco watches the door to his office close, before he rounds up the rest of the folders and puts them neatly in a pile on his desk.


We switch a view from behind our clean-headed Assistant GM, Arik Holt. He is peeking around a corner, watching Pyro walk down the halls away from DeMarco’s office.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: ARIK!

Holt turns to the side as the camera pans out to show James Edgebrook, Host of The Edge, walk into view. Arik quickly lifts his finger up to his lips, motioning for Edgebrook to hush.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Oh...sorry. So I heard you are on the hunt for Redd tonight. Any luck?

Arik uses his right hand to motion ‘so-so’.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Well good luck. The rumor of your big contract has been circling the locker room and that’s all I am hearing about. And als-

Before James could finish his thought, the lights in that area of the hall go out. After a second or two they kick back on with a red tint and James Edgebrook is gone. Arik stands up straight and looks around, before noticing a green hue coming from around a corner down the hall. He slowly begins to inch toward it, getting right to the turn. A quick breath to calm his nerves, before he slowly peeks around the corner.

The view from the camera changes and we find ourselves looking at Arik’s face, which is lit in a green hue. His eyes widen when a red hue joins the tint, visible on his face. Then...the lights go out again.



Our view shows a small little Asian Farmer’s Market, with Lesley Adora, Bianca McBride, Slade Castle, and Angelo Caito standing in the middle of the area. No one else can be seen.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is scheduled for one fall and in honor of International Year of Fruits and Veggies...is a FARMER’S MARKET STREET FIGHT for the ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Fans pop in the arena.

CLARA OLSON: This match will be between the Champion, Lesley Adora, and the Challengers; Bianca McBride, Slade Castle, and Angelo Caito!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Suddenly the four of them begin battling it out. Slade grabs Adora and whips him into a large stack of boxes with lettuce in them, while Bianca has already tackled Caito to the ground, squashing multiple boxes of tomatoes.

ALARA ADAMS: AND HERE WE GO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: A healthy little Street Fight full of vitamins and minerals!

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t go there…

Slade charges for Adora, but Adora manages to move out of the way in time and grab a passing Castle. With as much power as he can, Adora wraps his arms around Slade’s waste and suplexes him not onto the ground...but onto Bianca and Angelo, who were still battling it out in the pile of squished produce. All three of them groan in pain and spread out, with Lesley quickly dropping onto Bianca for the pin. A ref appears from behind the camera…

ONE!
TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Adora trying to end this one early, but Bianca is not having it.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m sure both of them have that memory of what happened at Fallout X, with Bianca opening the door and watching Lesley crash to the ground, fresh in their head.

Adora stands back to his feet and instantly met with a forearm to the side of the head, by Slade Castle. Adora stumbles, grabbing at the side of his head as we see Angelo Caito climbing up onto a wooden stand...jump...and come down HARD with a double-axe handle onto the back of Slade Castle, sending the Slayer of the Street to his knees.

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND ANGELO OUT OF NOWHERE with that flying maneuver.

Slade Castle lifts his head...AND CATCHES A RUNNING KNEE FROM ANGELO CAITO!!! SLADE COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND!!! Angelo eyes up the fallen Castle...but Bianca grabs him and spins him around...AND HITS HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE GUT!!! Angelo doubles over...AND ADORA OUT OF NOWHERE...COMES FLYING OVER ANGELO AND SLAMS BIANCA IN THE FACE WITH A PALM STRIKE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: INTO THE LIGHT!!! ADORA JUST CAUGHT BIANCA BY SURPRISE WITH INTO THE LIGHT!!!

Bianca stumbles back and crashes through a small stand, sending fruit and vegetables flying everywhere.

Lesley turns and is met face to face with Angelo Caito, former Proving Ground superstar. Angelo pulls back and ROCKS Lesley with a right hook. Adora rears back, but holds his ground. Lesley himself, pulls back and ROCKS Angelo with his own right hook. Caito rears back, but holds his ground as well. Both men stare hard at each other...before erupting into a fury of thrown punches and chaos. Adora throws a left to confuse Caito...but Caito catches it and reacts with back elbow to the nose of Adora. Lesley grabs his nose and stumbles back...he turns to the right...UKRANIAN/SPINNING BACKFIST BY SLADE CASTLE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: CASTLE SURPRISE ADORA WITH VISIONS OF DELUSIONS, SENDING THE CHAMPION FALLING TO THE GROUND!!!

Angelo pushes Slade away and instantly jumps onto Adora, hooking the leg…

ONE!
TWO!!

Slade grabs Angelo by the legs and yanks him off of Adora. Caito quickly climbs to his feet...when the sounds of feet hitting the ground can be heard. Slade turns and sees Bianca charging them. Slade steps beside Angelo...AND BOTH MEN HIT BIANCA WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!! BIANCA GOES FLYING INTO THE AIR AND COMES CRASHING DOWN ONTO LESLEY ADORA!!!

ONE!
TWO!!

Both Angelo and Slade come crashing down onto Bianca, breaking up the unintentional pin attempt.

ALARA ADAMS: Bianca almost became the Ascension Champion without even trying!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wouldn’t that have been something?

Slade and Angelo stand up straight...and Slade catches Angelo off guard, with a side suplex, putting the Voice of the Underground into a pile of stacked watermelon. Chunks of sticky watermelon litter the area as Slade gets up to his knees and crawls over to the still-fallen Lesley Adora. He hooks the Champs leg…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-

NO! BIANCA TRIES TO PUNT SLADE’S HEAD, BUT HE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND OFF OF LESLEY!

ALARA ADAMS: That was a close one for the former Marine.

Slade is quickly up to his feet and Bianca has regained her own balance, charging at him. She slams into to him, spearing him...but the man stands his ground and instead, wraps his arms around her waist. HE LANDS A HARD KNEE INTO THE FACE OF BIANCA...AND THEN ANOTHER...AND THEN ANOTHER. He lets go of her waste and the female warrior starts to stand up straight...wobbling slightly. Slade reaches forward and grabs her, lifting her into a military press...HE DROPS HER AND STICKS OUT HIS KNEE!!! BIANCA CRASHES DOWN FROM THE MILITARY PRESS GTS...EXECUTION BY FORCE!!! Bianca collapses to the ground, a gash above her left eye. Slade drops down for the cover as Adora is starting to move and Caito is just beginning to get himself out of the slippery pile of broken watermelons.

ONE!

Adora and Caito both up to their knees!

TWO!!

Adora up to his feet, while Caito is still sliding around on the mess of melon chunks.

THREE!!!

ADORA CHARGES FORWARD…

DING! DING! DING!

...BUT ITS TOO LATE!!!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND NEW ASCENSION CHAMPION...SLADE...CAAAAASSSSTTTLLLEEE!!!

Slade stands to his feet as the ref grabs his arm and lifts it, handing him the Ascension Championship Title. Slade takes it and looks at it, but quickly looks up at a seething Lesley Adora, who is choosing to not attack the new Champion.


ALARA ADAMS: I believe it’s time for tonight's special appearance from Proving Ground’s Mark Hunter.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I have no idea why our General Manager has invited him here tonight but I am seriously intrigued.

ALARA ADAMS: Christian DeMarco is already in the ring and has a microphone, he looks ready to go.

Demarco is indeed in the ring and seems to be enjoying the positive reaction the crowd are giving him. With a smile on his face, DeMarco raises the mic to his lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wow! Thank you for that response, even if I have no idea why anyone would like me!

A small “DeMarco” chant takes over the arena.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sure you all want to know why I’ve invi…

DeMarco is interrupted as “Feel Invincible” by Skillet suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into an undeniably positive response. After a few seconds pause Mark Hunter strolls out onto the ramp area, he smirks in a self-satisfied and confident manner at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the Fallout ring. Mark acknowledges a few fans with fist bumps as he wanders down the ramp, he continues to receive the great crowd response as he ascends the ring steps. He enters between the middle and top rope and instantly wonders over to the far corner, Hunter climbs up and poses for the crowd whilst taking in the response from the Fallout faithfull. Mark eventually drops his feet to the mat and stands square in front of DeMarco, Mark doesn’t say a word, he just basks in the response of the fans and crosses his arms. DeMarco smiles and nods at Mark.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That is what I call a Fallout welcome!

Mark simply raises an eyebrow.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Mark, you impressed everyone on this brand when you main evented our pay per view against Elena. It’s clear you impressed these fans too.

The crowd starts a “Hunter” chant.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: To get to the point, I’m sure you all want to know why I’ve invi…

"Just Like You" by Falling in Reverse begins to play as Indy Darling walks onto the entrance area with the hood of his vest pulled over his eyes. He drops to one knee with arms outstretched on either side, soaking in the rather mixed reception from the live Fallout crowd. After we hear "Honestly I'm just like you" for the first time, he springs back to both feet and allows his hood to fall from his head. Indy is sporting a pair of sunglasses under his cropped reddish-blonde hair, and his expression is difficult to read. Neither smiling nor frowning, he casually makes his way toward the ring, his eyes focused on Christian DeMarco. DeMarco looks genuinely pissed.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? Indy Darling didn’t get an invite!

Mark simply hasn’t moved whereas Christian has taken a step back, Indy slides into the ring and wastes no time speaking.

INDY DARLING: DeMarco… Anything you have to say to the heartbeat of my damn show, you can say in front of me.

DeMarco does his best to ignore Indy and looks directly at Hunter.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Before I was so rudely interrupted I was set to explain why I invited you Mark. It’s very VERY simple, I value you higher than leaving you high and dry at the top of a card with no competition… like Mr Darling did! I value you higher than stealing a possible special pay per view moment by putting myself in a match against you… like Mr Darling did! I value you much higher than putting you in a match versus Serrano fucking Poblano whilst others compete in the main event… like Mr Darling did! I appreciate Mark Hunter in all forms and would prove it unlike Mr Indy Darling.

By this point Indy looks pissed off, DeMarco looks amused, and Hunter looks completely unmoved emotionally.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What I’m getting at Mark is quite simple, in just a short time we will be doing Team Fallout versus Team Proving Ground, Indy will obviously want you on Team Proving Ground because he takes you for granted, I however want the Mark Hunter than won Fallout’s showcase event, I want the Mark Hunter that claimed victory in the first purge match, I want YOU to be where you have always truly belonged, I want those things because unlike Indy, I respect you, I want you to say goodbye to the disrespect and bullshit Indy throws at you… this is time for you to take a stand... I WANT MARK HUNTER ON TEAM FALLOUT!!!

Indy looks about set to explode, Mark however finally breaks his unemotional glare. Hunter pulls a mic from his rear pocket and gives DeMarco the slightest of nods before walking up to Indy.

MARK HUNTER: Indy… I’m sorry!!

Mark turns and shakes hands with Christian DeMarco as if to seal the deal, both Hunter and DeMarco are smiling broadly.

KAYDEN ELLIS: MARK HUNTER IS ONE OF US!!!!!!!!

Mark returns the mic to his lips.

MARK HUNTER: As I was saying… Indy… I’m sorry… I’m sorry but you gotta put up with me a while longer.

The realisation hits DeMarco just quick enough for him to pull his hand away from Mark, however it’s too late to stop what happens next. Hunter drops DeMarco with a sickening super kick to the jaw. Indy now grins at the fallen DeMarco.

INDY DARLING: Consider that the first shot fired.

As Indy finishes speaking a group made up of security and roster members rush through the curtain toward the ring, Indy Darling and Mark Hunter rush out the ring together and make a run for it through the crowd. People begin checking on the now stirring Christian DeMarco as the invaders make good on their escape.

KAYDEN ELLIS: BASTARDS!!!


CREW MEMBER: Five minutes 'till the main event! Five minutes!

We fade into a shot of the backstage area here at Osaka-jo Hall, where a hurried member of the Project: Honor ring crew runs by, clipboard in hand. As he motions over to another stagehand to wheel over his cart of barbed wire, the camera settles in on the image of none other than the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate, taking a swig from a bottle of water. Sporting an unzipped black leather jacket that shows off his unbelievably toned torso, along with ripped-up denim blue jeans and black Under Armour sneakers, the Outlaw stares forward blankly - as if in a trance - while his agent, JJ Kline, scrolls through his phone nearby. JJ, dressed in a pressed grey suit with his brunette hair slicked back, definitely looks more confident than he did before Fallout X: Dead by Daylight, but not by much. He looks up from his phone into the eyes of Syndicate, who takes another drink from his water.

JJ KLINE: Alright, I just heard back from Mr. DeMarco's office. The contract for this match is standard Fallout affair, so there are no additional waivers you need to sign before going out there. You're all set!

SYNDICATE: Am I actually allowed to attack people this time?

JJ KLINE: Absolutely, you'll have your full arsenal of moves available for use.

SYNDICATE: Will there be victory Japanese KitKat bars in my locker room after the match?

JJ KLINE: That hasn't been completely nailed down yet, but I'm working on it.

SYNDICATE: Any updates on pay?

JJ KLINE: They wouldn't budge on that.

SYNDICATE: Figures...I've been here for MONTHS now and they still don't know the true level of talent they lucked into.

JJ KLINE: Hey now, remember what we talked about. You want more money and better amenities? We need leverage to get that, and to get leverage, you've gotta win this match.

SYNDICATE: You don't think I want to win?

JJ KLINE: Depends. Would you rather tout your nine World titles from a completely different company as your biggest accomplishment?

Syndicate unscrews the cap on his water bottle and pours the remaining liquid over his hair, forcing his body to start warming up for the war ahead.

SYNDICATE: I don't pay you to talk back.

JJ KLINE: You don't pay me to be quiet, either. Now, Syd, you remember what we talked about back in LA?

SYNDICATE: Yep.

JJ KLINE: You have your strategy down pat?

SYNDICATE: Yep.

JJ KLINE: Fantastic. I'll leave you to get ready, while I go make a few phone calls and see what I can do about those KitKats.

JJ Kline speeds off, phone already pressed to his ear, leaving Syndicate alone to gather his thoughts. He pauses for a moment, chuckles, and looks up at the camera standing in front of him.

SYNDICATE: Throughout my career, I've been underestimated at every turn. Whether it be my shorter stature, or my confident attitude, or maybe my love for verbal barbs piped through a black microphone, my opponents have always loved to shove me aside when the goin' gets tough, as if I don't deserve to eat at the big kids' table. And every time it happens, I always think to myself..."they'll learn, right?" I mean, you'd think that if multiple people kept running over and over into the brick wall that is the Los Angeles Outlaw, someone would put up a sign saying to slow down, right? After all, I'm a man that's ended people's careers! I'm a man that's won more titles than the bitches this company keeps throwing at me will ever see in their lifetimes! I keep telling people to step aside and save themselves before it's too late! But they never do. No matter where I've been, or how many matches or titles I've won, I still keep coming across idiots in the locker room that don't know their place in the pecking order when Syndicate's in town. It's sad, honestly...but you can't say I didn't warn 'em.

With a cold, cold smile spreading across his stubbled chin, the Los Angeles Outlaw steps out of the shadowed edge of the hallway and walks towards the camera. As he does, he passes a sign that reads "Entranceway", with a bold arrow pointing in the same direction that Syndicate is headed in.

SYNDICATE: You see, I'm not someone that likes being underestimated. I've put in a lot of work in this industry, and for people like Julius Fairweather to insinuate that none of it matters, just because he's pretending to be a main-eventer this week? Well, that's simply an offense that I cannot forgive. "Gatekeeper of Fallout", Julius? Come on. The only reason why you're the "Gatekeeper" is that you're not good enough to be able to sit on the throne. Better get all your "motherfuckers" out of your system now, because by the end of the night, you'll be spending your time choking on your own blood. There's also Havoc, who - in one of the biggest matches of his life - somehow managed to NOT be able to benefit from a man being stabbed to death, and as for Mason Destruction...well, let's just say that, by choosing to keep my name out of his mouth, he's somehow the smartest piece of shit here. THIS is my competition, Mr. DeMarco? THESE are the men that I am being forced to embarrass on national television, when I could instead be contending for championships that I most assuredly deserve?

CREW MEMBER: Two minutes 'till the main event! Two minutes!

SYNDICATE: Yeah, I heard you the first time, asshole!

The same stagehand from before - this time, rushing with his clipboard down the other side of the hallway - jumps back in fright as Syndicate verbally lashes out at him. He quickly collects his papers and runs off as the Los Angeles Outlaw returns to the camera, piercing the lens with his lightning blue eyes.

SYNDICATE: This company doesn't get it. Y'all wouldn't know greatness if it bit you in the ass, and to be frank, my teeth are getting sore from chomping! Mr. DeMarco, when I'm on your audience's television screens, I bring intrigue, I bring controversy, and I bring a personality that people will either pay to see win or pay to see get beat up, and for you, it shouldn't matter which. I am the missing piece of the puzzle that Fallout has needed throughout its entire existence, and unless someone else drops dead, there is NO ONE on this roster that can generate as much buzz as the Los Angeles Outlaw. You wanna know why I call myself "Syndicate"? Because if you took a group of the most outstanding men in history - Gandhi, Lincoln, Aristotle, Shakespeare, even Jesus H. Christ himself - put them in a room together, and pointed them all towards a common goal, they STILL wouldn't compare to the undeniable grandeur that is yours truly. I am the combination of everything right in this industry - I can either talk your ears off, or I can rip 'em off with my bare hands in that ring, and if you don't understand that by now...then I'm afraid you're just too late to the party. So Julius, Havoc, and Mason, I beg you to be prepared for the storm that's about to ravage your careers. I sincerely hope that you've got your last wills and testaments all figured out. Because if you underestimate me one more fuckin' time...you're gonna find yourself tasting barbed wire for the rest of your lives. Welcome...to the Syndicate.

Syndicate smirks into the camera and strides out of the frame, readying himself for the brutal match about to take place in the main event of Fallout XI.



CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the next match is the MAIN EVENT of the evening and is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and eighteen pounds...HAAAAAVVOOOOCCC!!!

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare King. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior’. “Repentless” by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as the stone-faced Havoc slowly steps out of the smoke with a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp, and the strobing red lights lighting their path. He places the bat at ringside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and embraces the negative crowd reaction with a smirk on his face, avoiding the barbed wire wrapped around the ropes. He hops into the ring as his music fades out and the lights return to normal.

CLARA OLSON: His first opponent...from Indiana Beach, Indiana...weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds...MASON...DEEESTTRUUUCTION!!!

"DADADA DADADA DADA, DADA, DA DA DA DADA, DADA
DADADA DADADA DADA, DADA, DADA, DADA."

And with that the entire arena screams. 

" LET'S GO!" 

The hard-hitting guitar riffs of " The Downfall of Us All" starts to blare out through the arena, becoming one with the sound of the crowd as The Indiana Beach Bad Boy himself, Mason Destruction kicks his way onto the stage. The towering man beats his chest like a war drum as he screams out into the audience, making sure they are just as fucking pumped as he is before descending down the ramp, headbanging the entire time. He takes his time to high-five a few folk as he marches down to the ring, a confident yet cocksure grin across his face. As he reaches the ring he turns his back to it, pressing his back up against the apron and looking out towards the crowd. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he smirks while nodding his head to the beat of the song. He then smacks both of his shoulders, one after the other before quickly ruining his hands through his hair and throwing his arms up - letting out a battle ready roar.

Mason turns towards the ring before grabbing the middle rope, doing his best to avoid the razor-sharp wire and pulling himself up. He then slides through the middle rope and instantly goes to the middle of the ring, where he slaps each of his thighs and jumps up into the air stomping down and raising his arms up once again, letting out that same roar as before. He then settles into his corner, cracking his knuckles and other things that need a good crackin' before the match can begin.

CLARA OLSON: Next up…

WINSTON WINFIELD: I’ll take this…

The camera focuses on a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair standing to the right of the entrance ramp. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and is holding a single index card in his left hand.

WINSTON WINFIELD: Ladies and gentlemen, Project: Honor is proud to present this next contest, featuring a man who truly needs no introduction. Nevertheless, I shall do my best to do this legendary figure justice. He is an athlete that has crossed through the ranks of amateur wrestling, professional boxing, and mixed martial arts, winning championships and accolades in all of those arenas. Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and currently residing on the open road, he stands at six foot three inches and fills that impressive frame with a lean yet chiseled two hundred and forty-five pounds of grit and determination. He is a man that goes by many names. He is The Weatherman...he is The Shepherd of Lost Souls...he is a Bad Mother Fucker...he is…”Furious”...Julius...Fairweather!!!

As Julius' own version of "Stackolee" begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, where Julius Fairweather stands with both arms raised over his head, a look of total determination on his face. Wearing a black boxer’s robe with golden trim, hood down and the front untied, he begins to bounce back and forth on his feet, shadow boxing as the instrumental beat perfectly accompanies his movements. As the song shifts in tone, Julius begins to advance toward the ring, stopping to give a fan a cold stare when they manage to grab his attention. It is a bug-eyed look from a man that simply does not give a fuck, and fearing the possibility of being knocked out, the fan backs down.

After climbing the stairs and entering the ring, Julius begins to bounce from left to right, jabbing and striking with a flurry of warm-up punches. He ends his routine with an impressive leaping roundhouse kick before stepping to the ropes to give that cold-hearted stare to both his fans and detractors. While some eat it up and others cautiously boo, Julius removes his ring robe and drops it over the top rope to Clara Olson. He then moves to his corner and continues to stay loose with a few wind up punches and knee lifts.

CLARA OLSON: AND FINALLY...from the City of Angels...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-four pounds...SYYYYNNDDDIIICAAATTTEE!!!

The sound of television static flows through the sound system as the lights dim. While the crowd voices their complete disapproval of what is to come, the hiss fades into "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine. As "SYNDICATE" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate. Dressed in a black leather jacket along with blue denim jeans and gray Under Armour sneakers, he stretches his arms outward into a crucifix pose with his shoulder-length blonde hair shimmering in the glow of the light from above. Syndicate drops his arms and makes his way down to the ring, the crowd absolutely raining boos down onto him as he does. After sliding into the ring, Syndicate climbs the turnbuckle and spreads his arms out into another crucifix pose before jumping down and stretching himself out.

ALARA ADAMS: Such big names for such a normal match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wouldn’t call a Barbed Wire Heaven Match normal. The ropes are covered in barbed wire. There are boards with barbed wire propped up in the ring. There are tables on the outside covered in barbed wire. HELL...there is a ladder in front of us, covered in barbed wi-

“Popular Monster” by Falling In Reverse hits as everyone turns to look at the entrance ramp, to see Christian DeMarco step out of the back.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: CUT THE MUSIC!

His music fades out.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You see folks, early this evening...Julius Fairweather picked his prize for winning his Dead By Daylight trial...and picked up a SECOND Ascension Championship Title shot. And honestly...that doesn’t seem like a prize for someone who already had won one. And now...in this ring alone...we have two Ascension Title shot holders and a Noble Title shot holder. So after some thought...I came up with a solution.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh-oh, this should be interesting.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: This is now a BACKWARDS elimination match. It will go as such. The first person to score a pinfall in this match...will be rewarded with a Legacy Championship Title shot!

Fans pop as the competitors in the ring nod their head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That person will face Jason Long at Fallout Twelve...to see who faces Elena at Night of Honor. The loser of that match with Jason, will still face the Legacy Champion...but they will have to wait until October’s Bloodbath. Now that person will also be able to step AWAY from this match...as they already got their prize.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hence the term backward elimination.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The person who scores the SECOND pinfall, will win a Prime Championship Title shot against Jason Long. If Jason loses his match at Fallout Twelve...they will face Jason at Night of Honor. If Jason WINS at Fallout Twelve...their Prime Championship Title shot will be later down the road. This person will also be able to step away from this match at that time.

ALARA ADAMS: Interesting. A lot of moving parts here.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The third and FINAL pin, will face Pyro at Night of Honor, for the vacated Noble Championship Title. And the person who did not get a pin will still get the prize of an Ascen-

ROCK JOHNSON: Hold up, Christian.

DeMarco turns to his right to see Rock Johnson step out onto the entrance ramp.

ROCK JOHNSON: I know you want to reward these guys real bad. I know you like tossing these title shots around like its mardis gras beads and they are the ladies showing off their sweet-sweet ta-tas. But I want to make things a little interesting here. So the final person in this match...the one who does NOT score a pin...will not win an Ascension Championship Title shot. Instead, their Project: Honor contract will be terminated!

Fans pop and boo loudly.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT?!?!

ROCK JOHNSON: There is a lot on the line here, Warriors. I just wanted to give you all a little bit more motivation!

Rock turns and walks back into the curtains.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well...you heard the man. LET’S START THIS FIGHT!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Havoc and Fairweather instantly lock up in the middle of the ring, before Fairweather gets the upper hand, pushing Havoc down to one knee. The concentration can be seen in Fairweather’s face, when suddenly Havoc pushes back up...straining slightly, but managing to stand up straight to his feet. Once again, both men find themselves standing up straight...AND THEN HAVOC GAINS LEVERAGE AND SPINS AROUND FAIRWEATHER, GRABBING HIM FROM THE BACK. But instead of suplexing him...HAVOC DRIVES FAIRWEATHER FORWARD INTO THE BARBED WIRE COVERED TURNBUCKLE!!! Havoc lets go and steps back, before picking up one of the pieces of plywood covered in barbed wire. He walks over to Julius...who has managed to pull himself OFF of the mess of wire in the corner, ripping at his clothes. Fairweather turns around...AND HAVOC TOSSES HIM THE BOARD! Julius catches it, giving Havoc time to jump up...grab Julius by the back of the head...AND HIT A JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER, DRIVING THE BARBED-WIRE COVERED BOARD INTO JULIUS’ FACE!!! ClimaX ON JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: NOT THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE!!! FUCK!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damn, Julius is laying face-first in that ball of barbed-wire on that piece of wood.

Meanwhile Mason, who had just finished slamming Syndicate’s head into the stairs on the side of the ring, slides into the ring with Havoc’s barbed-wire baseball bat. HE SWINGS AS HAVOC GETS TO HIS FEET...BUT HAVOC DUCKS UNDER IT!!! Havoc quickly up straight, grabs Mason around the neck, grabs his tights...lifts him into the air...VERTICAL SUPLEX...BUT HAVOC DROPS HIM...ONTO HIS KNEES! BACK TO REALITY!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus, Havoc is PUMPED tonight!

Havoc quickly back up to his feet as Julius is starting to move...but taking some time trying to get his face unwrapped from the ball of barbed-wire. The Nightmare King turns and looks to see Syndicate is up on the ring apron. He runs and bounces off the opposite ropes...the wire snagging and ripping some of his skin, but he is unfazed. HE RUNS AND DIVE UP OVER THE TOP ROPE AT SYNDICATE…

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHERE’D THE FUCK HE GET THAT LIGHT TUBE???

Syndicate pulls a light tube out from behind his back, that he was hiding, and while Havoc is mid-jump...steps to the side and pulls the tube back like a baseball bat. As Havoc flies over the ropes, Syndicate swings the tube, smashing it over Havoc’s head, sending white powder flying into the air. Havoc, disorientated by the flash smashing in his face, crashes down and through a table that was covered in barbed wire!

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

Syndicate climbs into the ring and assesses the situation, with Julius still fighting with the barbed wire covering his face and Mason just starting to get to his knees. Syndicate grabs the barbed-wire baseball bat without thinking...takes a few steps back and measures up Mason.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh baby...someone is going to die tonight.

Syndicate takes off running as Mason turns towards him...SYNDICATE LIFTS THE BAT UP TO HIS KNEE...RUNNING KNEE STRIKE DRIVING THE BARBED-WIRE BAT INTO THE SIDE OF MASON’S HEAD!!! ORIGINAL SIN LAYING MASON OUT ON THE MAT AND SPLITTING OPEN HIS FOREHEAD!!! Syndicate drops down onto Mason…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman...the winner of your FIRST pin...and NEW Co-Number One Contender for the Legacy Championship...SYNDICATE!!!

The fans give a mixed reaction as Syndicate rolls out of the ring, limping slightly as he tries to walk away. Blood can be seen from a cut on his forehead from hitting the stairs earlier...as well as where he hit the running knee strike with the barbed wire bat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And just like that...Syndicate now has a date with destiny. He will either face Elena at Night of Honor OR at Bloodbath...all depending on his match with Jason Long at Fallout Twelve.

ALARA ADAMS: Well after all this quick thinking by Syndicate and ability to cash in on opportunities...Jason might have to worry a little bit.

With a smile on his face, Syndicate limps up the entrance ramp...feeling accomplished and able to rest up for what is ahead.

Meanwhile in the ring, Havoc has managed to get back up and has slid the barbed-wire covered ladder into the ring. Julius finally has managed to get his face unstuck and we can see it has left little cuts and gashes all over his smooth chocolate skin. Julius looks down at Mason, then up at Havoc...who has already set the ladder up and is slowly climbing to the top. Julius runs up and begins climbing up the other side, his hand getting cut with every grab of the ladder. With the speed of Julius’ climb, both men get to the top of the ten foot tall ladder at the same time. They star throwing haymakers, trying to be the one to connect to make the other fall.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh shit, Mason is up.

Mason Destruction, back to his feet, looks up at the two wrestlers fighting it out on top of the ladder. He takes a running start...AND DESTRUCTO KICK TO THE LADDER!!! THE SIDE OF THE LADDER BUCKLES IN AND THE WEIGHT OF JULIUS AND HAVOC CAUSE IT TO BUCKLE AND SNAP COMPLETELY!!! BOTH MAN COME CRASHING DOWN!!! Julius slams hard onto the mat...BUT HAVOC SLAMS FACE-FIRST INTO A TURNBUCKLE!!! Blood sprays out from another gash that has formed on Havoc’s face.

ALARA ADAMS: Someone check on that man, he could be dead.

Julius slowly begins to get to his feet but hesitates for a moment...messing with his shoe, Mason running over and lifting up the Gatekeeper. He runs and bounces off the ropes, leaving a little bit of his shirt on the barbed-wire, and comes flying back towards Julius. Julius suddenly braces himself as Destruction pulls back for the palm strike better known as Pocket Sand…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait...what does he have wrapped around…

ALARA ADAMS: THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!! JULIUS WRAPPED SOME LOSE BARBED WIRE AROUND HIS FOOT AND HIT A JUMPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK ONTO MASON DESTRUCTION!!!

A large gash appeared on Mason’s cheek as he lay on the mat. Havoc is beginning to finally stir, but Julius takes the opportunity to fall onto Mason and hook his leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: The winner of your SECOND pin...and NEW Number One Contender for the Prime Championship...JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy hell!!!

Julius slides out of the ring, walking a little gimpy, only because the barbed-wire is still wrapped around his shoe. The fans cheer loudly as he raises his hands into the air.

ALARA ADAMS: So now it’s Havoc and Mason Destruction. One will face Pyro for the vacated Noble Championship at Night of Honor...the other will be in the unemployment line.

Havoc finally gets to his feet and turns and looks at the ring, his face covered in a red crimson mask. He looks and sees Julius walking up the ramp...Mason laying in the ring by himself. Havoc quickly grabs the ladder that buckles earlier and stands it up...kicking at the bent leg until it’s almost straight. By this time, Mason has started to sit up and is covered in his own crimson mask.

KAYDEN ELLIS: They aren’t thinking of using that ladder...are they?

Havoc shakes the ladder, checking its stability...before starting to climb up the partially bent side.

ALARA ADAMS: There’s your answer.

Mason, seeing Havoc climbing, decides the only way to end this match is to meet him at the top. Destruction stumbles over to the ladder and begins climbing up...pausing every time the ladder shakes oddly. The screeching of metal on metal cries out with every step the two men take, as the broken part of the ladder tries to break again. Havoc, on top...looks down at Mason...who has quickly made his way up to the top with him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This isn’t going to end well.

ALARA ADAMS: Go big or go the fuck home!

Mason and Havoc begin to trade punches, similar to how Havoc was doing with Julius. Havoc connects with a hard elbow, sending Mason leaning backward...but Mason holds on and pulls himself forward...walking up another step...and swinging on Havoc. BUT HAVOC LEANS BACK, MISSING THE SHOT!!! He grabs Mason around the neck...hooks up under his arm...with all his might he lifts Mason up off the ladder...AND THE LADDER BREAKS AGAIN...BUT HAVOC PIVOTS IN MID-FALL!!!

CRASH!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: GIGA DRILL BREAK FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH A BARBED WIRE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE HAVOC JUST HIT THAT!!! MASON IS DEAD! MASON...IS...DEAD!!!

The ref slides to the outside and moves some of the broken table away to find Havoc laying on top of Mason. He drops down…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the THIRD and FINAL FALL...STILL your co-Number One Contender for the Noble Championship...HAAAAVVOOOOCCCC!!!

Havoc barely is able to move off of Mason as the ref lifts his hand into the air. Medics quickly come running down to check on them as well.

CLARA OLSON: Also, due to the rule stated by Rock Johnson before the match...Mason Destruction has been FIRED from Project: Honor!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!

CROWD: MA-SON! MA-SON! MA-SON!!!

The fans rain down the love for Mason Destruction, even if he can’t hear it.




We come back from the Walking Dead Season Eleven trailer and are greeted by an empty ring. The ring crew did a spectacular job in cleaning up the mess caused by the Barbed Wire Heaven Match. Suddenly “Popular Monster” by Falling In Reverse hits and the fans pop as Christian DeMarco steps out of the back. With a microphone in hand he slowly walks down the ramp, eyes fixated on the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: I heard the boss was coming out here after the Barbed Wire match. I wonder what he has to say.

DeMarco slides into the ring under the bottom rope and instantly climbs to his feet. He raises the microphone to his lips as his music fades out, his left hand rubbing his chin where he was superkicked by Mark Hunter earlier.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: HELLO, OSAKA!!!

Fans respond back with the cheap pop.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I came out here with multiple things on my mind.

CROWD: FUCK-MARK-HUN-TER!

*Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*

CROWD: FUCK-MARK-HUN-TER!

*Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*

Christian walks over to the announcer’s side of the ring and leans on the ropes, smiling.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: First and foremost, I want to apologize...again...to Kayden for what happened at Guts, Gold, & Glory.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s all good!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: No, no...I should have believed in you and I failed you.

JASON LONG: No, you did the right thing for once.

The fans pop as DeMarco turns towards the entrance to see Jason Long walk out of the back with both his Prime Championship, Noble Championship, and a whole mess of stitches...Savannah Sunshine following behind him.

JASON LONG: That man should still be in jail!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You, of all people, know that he is NOT Redd.

Jason and Savannah walk up the stairs and enter the ring through the middle rope.

JASON LONG: You’ve seen the entourage that the asshole has brought out here before. Who's to say Kayden isn’t one of them? OR...who’s to say that he isn’t Redd and one of his little asshole masked friends didn’t just attack me to get him off the hook?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jason, it’s no-

Jason turns to Kayden and cuts him off.

JASON LONG: SHUT THE FUCK UP, KAYDEN!!!

Long turns back to Christian.

JASON LONG: This is ridiculous, even for you. That man should be locked up, behind bars, getting punked by Bubba and Tiny...for what he did to me, what he did to Kasey, and what he did to Savannah. Kind of funny that the entire time Kayden was in jail, that Redd’s twitter account was silent.

ALARA ADAMS: He’s got a point.

JASON LONG: Then once that motherfucker stabs me and leaves me for dead, you geniuses let Kayden out and WHAT DO YOU KNOW...Redd is back to talking on twitter.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We can talk about that in a moment, but first...you heard Rock Johnson’s order earlier...I am going to at least need that Noble Championship Title. While he can’t strip you of the titles due to you being dead...you and I talked in private before that if you won both titles..I could offer you that Legacy Title shot...but I would need one of your titles to be vacated. Don’t blame me for it...blame Rock Johnson and his stupid fucking rules.

Jason scowls at DeMarco before taking the belt and tossing it onto the mat.

JASON LONG: Take your fucking title.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sorry, Jason. But at least you get a Legacy Championship shot out of the deal. But back to this whole Redd thing…

JASON LONG: Kayden needs to go!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): This is bull, Christian.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: There is no evidence against Kayden.

JASON LONG: BULLSHIT!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): He had the mask in his bag.

Jason drops his microphone as he steps closer to DeMarco, starting to get into his face. Jason and Savannah begin to yell at DeMarco at the same time, DeMarco taking it as he holds his microphone at his side.

Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you've waited for.

Everyone stops talking and turns to look at the entrance.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And here comes our resident Redd-hunter himself!!!

Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
You've been searchin' in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor.

Arik Holt steps out of the back as the fans pop. He smiles dumbfoundedly at the crowd, waving to them...a piece of paper in his hand.

Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
And buried in your bones, there's an ache that you can't ignore.

Holt starts to walk down to the ring, a little skip to his step.

ALARA ADAMS: Our Assistant GM lookin’ kind of giddy. I wonder if he finally got what he needed.

Takin your breath, stealin' your mind.
And all that was real is left behind.

Holt continues his walking, slapping hands of fans who have them outstretched.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Little guy is really making a spectacle of this and taking FULL advantage of his time out here, ha!

Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at you.
It's only this moment, don't care what comes after.

Finally getting to the ring, he walks up the stairs and ducks into it through the middle rope...making a straight line for the General Manager.

Your fever dream, can't you see gettin' closer?
Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over.

Arik’s music fades out as he gets to DeMarco and hands him the paper in his hands. DeMarco takes it and opens it, lifting the microphone to his lips to read it out loud. Arik steps to the side of Christian, in between them and the announcing team.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: It says here that our wonderful Assistant General Manager...has finally figured out who Redd is.

JASON LONG: It’s Kayden, isn’t it?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well...it doesn’t say here who it is. But I’m supposed to request that Redd come out here and reveal himself...or Arik Holt will let me know immediately. All the doors in the arena have been closed and security awaits at every exit.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): Good, that motherhumper has no way out of this now!

DeMarco, Holt, Long, and Sunshine all turn toward the entrance way.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So Redd. You have exactly THREE seconds to get your psychotic ass out here and pay the price for everything you’ve done...or I will find out who you are and announce it myself. Arik is giving you a chance to show some honor...to step beyond the cowardice that you have hidden behind since Wired Consequences! SHOW YOURSELF!

Everyone watches the entrance way, when suddenly the lights dim to a red hue.

ALARA ADAMS: HERE WE GO!

“Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder begins to fill the arena.



Every breath you take...
Every move you make…

Long reaches out and grabs Savannah’s hand, gripping it tightly.

Every bond you break…
Every step you take…
I’ll be watching you.

Everyone’s attention turns towards the entrance ramp as slowly people begin to walk out from the entrance, all wearing black pants, a red hoodie, and a green purge mask.

Every single day…
Every word you say…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh God, not this again...

Every game you play…
Every night you stay…
I’ll be watching you.

By this time there are at least fifty masked individuals parading down the ramp and starting to surround the ring. Arik Holt manages to slip out of the ring and skip his way to behind the announcer’s table...a look of fear in his eyes.

Oh can’t you SEEEEEE…
You belong to meeee.

DeMarco, Jason, and Savannah begin looking around at the group...but only notice green masks.

How my poor heart aches…
With every step you take.

JASON LONG: YOU THINK WE’RE SCARED OF THIS SHIT?

Every move you make…
Every vow you break…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Enough of the games, Redd!

Every smile you fake…
Every claim you stake…
I’ll be watching you…

The music fades as the large amount of purge mask wearers stay still. Then, the lights change back to normal...the green hue from the masks still lighting up the ramp and the ring.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): ENOUGH WITH THIS PSYCHO-DRAMA, REDD!!!

JASON LONG: ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF A CHICKEN-SHIT?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: YOU HAVE TO THE COUNT OF THREE, REDD!!!

The three of them turn toward the entrance ramp.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ONE!

A look of anger in all of their eyes.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: TWO!!

No movement from the entrance.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: THR-

?: JESUS, CHRIST! Don’t you three EVER stop talking?

A collective gasp is heard rippling through the crowd as Savanna, Jason, and Christian turn around...looking for the familiar voice. And they are met by a sight that NONE of them were ready for.

ARIK HOLT: I swear to God, you three only talk because you love the sound of your own voice.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What...the...actual...fuck…

ARIK HOLT: For months I’ve been dropping little clues. Between telling Savannah about my favorite cookie on twitter as Redd...to offering her one at Guts, Gold, & Glory.

The memories of that moment hit Savannah as her jaw drops.

ARIK HOLT: Me saying that this is the moment you’ve waited for on twitter...matched my OWN Goddamn theme music. But yet...no one pays attention to the quiet little guy. No one pays attention to the little bald man who can’t talk.

Jason drops his microphone and tosses his belt down onto the mat, starting to walk towards Arik, who is standing BEHIND the barrier, in the crowd.

ARIK HOLT: I wouldn’t do that, Jason. I’ve got myself a little blockade here. I know you like to claw and break through them, like you did earlier...but I’ve fattened these ones up a little more.

The large number of masked individuals have the ring completely surrounded.

ARIK HOLT: Plus I don’t see your brother out here to help you right now...I wonder where he could be.

Arik smirks as Long steps forward again, but Savannah grips his hand, holding him back.

ARIK HOLT: I’m so tired of assholes like you, walking around here like their shit doesn't stink. You get the titles, you get the chances...you get the girl. And how do you treat them? LIKE SHIT! How do you treat everyone else? LIKE SHIT! How many times, before Redd started fucking with you, did you actually notice poor little Arik Holt? Hell, Pyro and Drago Santiago used to fuck with me all the time...but I sat there and took it, because I had an act to keep. No one cared. No one helped. And when I helped others...helped them achieve their potential...lined up all the cards in the right spot...no one offered a thank you.

A look of hate slowly begins to creep onto Arik’s face.

ARIK HOLT: No ‘Thank you, Arik’ for pointing DeMarco in the right direction. No ‘Thank you, Arik’ for when I tried to help out wherever I could. Instead I got cocky looks, I got ignored, pushed to the side. So I created this Redd persona...and EVERYONE started paying attention. This little psycho running around, with his funny little red mask...putting people through tables, making sure DeMarco understood what had to be done...unknowingly to him, to get my own agenda fulfilled. I thought, originally, that Kasey was the perfect piece of clay to mold...to create a monster with. Then Warstein slipped her a little dickie and suddenly she ran off like a coward.

Holt takes a deep breath.

ARIK HOLT: And then while trying to figure out what to do next...I saw Savannah. Beautiful, sweet, Savannah. And then Jason...the ego-filled boyfriend. The me-centered asshole, who had her heart. I knew I could help Savannah, become more than Jason would ever let her become. And then when she started getting a taste of success...when she started molding into the Warrior I knew she could be...Jason started to get jealous and throw his little tantrums.

JASON LONG (Off mic): FUCK YOU!!!

ARIK HOLT: Temper, temper, Mr. Long. You don’t want to blow a stitch.

A sadistic smile slowly forms across Arik’s lips.

ARIK HOLT: Then one thing led to another...and I figured the best way to get Jason out of the picture...was to take him out of the picture myself. Savannah wasn’t budging...but this...this would be the best way to get Jason away. And then...AND THEN...Savannah could see what her true potential was.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): SCREW YOU, REDD!

ARIK HOLT: Then my sweet Candyland Queen became sour...she became bitter...unmoldable like a chunk of clay left out too long. What am I supposed to do with her now?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): STEP INTO THIS RING AND FIND OUT!

ARIK HOLT: I have a better idea, Savannah. As Assistant General Manager...and lifetime employee of Project: Honor for outing the TRUE identity of Redd...at Night Of Honor, I present...Savannah Sunshine...versus Arik Holt.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE (No mic): GLADLY!!!

ARIK HOLT: Oh Savannah...you have no idea what you are truly messing with.

Suddenly the lights turn red again.

ARIK HOLT: No idea at all.

The lights flicker and come up normal again, but Arik is gone...and so are his fifty purge mask individuals. Everyone looks around as a quiet murmur grows in the crowd. Without another word, the image fades out to a PH Logo.