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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:10:36 GMT -5
----------------------------------- Mr. Red vs. Pablo Lopez ----------------------------------- Fallout Television Title Triple Threat:
Will Anger vs. Duke Cogburn vs. Jeffery Janson ----------------------------------- Draven Rook vs. Gooner ----------------------------------- Fallout Openweight Title vs. Dominican Wrestling Championship:
Stan H. Johnston vs. OLYMPIA(Santana Family Group) -----------------------------------
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:12:04 GMT -5
Fine Whining Daniel Ness As the intro credits to Friday Night Fallout stop playing we’re shown the opening shot of the Fallout gym where as always the Fallout Faithful have crammed into this building to watch some of the finest talent on the indies compete. Rolling around now to it’s second episode, Fallout kicked off well with the news of Peter Bannatyne calling the shots and trimming a lot of the Fallout fat by firing a substantial chunk of the roster. The wealthy businessman specializing in gyms and fitness was “getting Fallout into shape” by making drastic changes cutting most surprisingly of all, Tim Dwight who had been a main-stay around ACW and Fallout for some time was fired. Now though, this week’s show begins and what better way to begin then with this? Survival of the Sickest by Saliva hits as the crowd immediately recognize the tune exploding into masses of hatred for the former Openweight Champion. Walking out of the curtain is of course the man synonymous with the song, Mr. Daniel Ness. Dressed in a fine brown suit and black leather shoes, he radiates confidence despite the fact he no longer carries the aforementioned title. He walks confidently down to the ring ignoring the audience. Cruiser Khan: Gentleman and Ladies… please welcome Daniel Wh-… I mean… NESS!Ignoring the incompetence of Cruiser Khan, Daniel Ness just hops onto the apron climbing into the ring taking care not to scuff his nice attire that isn’t exactly from the Armani collection but it’s not out of a bargain bin by any stretch of the imagination. He doesn’t appear to be following down the road too much of his mean streak and instead without snatching just accepts the microphone from Cruiser Khan before walking to the middle of the ring smiling. He stops as the crowd start to chant “Ness Sucks”. Ness however, completely high on himself ignores them. The pace increases in the chanting and they refuse to be quiet. Eventually, this jumps on Ness’s nerve and he decides to unleash a piece of his mind. Ness: ”SHUT UP!”The crowd go quiet as a smile curls across Ness’s face, his ploy worked. Ness: ”Now that we’re all quiet we can finally start the business of the day. See, a little while back I lost my pride and joy, the openweight title to the most despicable human being on the planet… I was shamed that I lost one of the few things I held sacred to an obese Texan slob who instead of opting to use his MIND to win matches like myself, he uses the slap-back effect of his bingo-wings to knock people unconscious!”The crowd are now heckling insults at Ness as they know who he’s insulting, Stan H. Johnston the current open weight champion. Ness: ”But was I, Daniel Ness disheartened? Hell no. I may have suffered the most embarrassing loss of my career to the Openweight CHUMPion Stan Johnston but after Fallout went AWOL I just started clawing my way back to the top fighting tooth and nail to get back to being The King of the Mountain. I don’t have to be a twisted Sci-Fi convention meth trip like OLYMPIA to be somebody because I already am. You people hate me because I’m more talented… more good looking and more successful then all of you heathens in the audience put together. I am the greatest mat-wrestler, past, present and future and I am at the top of the Fallout hierarchy. You people don’t deserve to even LOOK at me.”Fans are now livid, they’re booing the boastful and insulting words of Ness now as Ness is getting the ego rush from the hatred. Ness: ”Fortunately for me, I don’t have to perform for you porn-dealing pieces of white trash because I don’t have a match but when I do have a match you will watch and be amazed because I’m DANIEL. NESS. and there is no greater athlete on the planet. Now that my face is once again in view of the public we’ll be seeing just what I can do when under the spotlight. You’ll see me RULING my world with an IRON. FIST. When you people sit there and watch in horror at the wrestling train-wreck that is OLYMPIA vs Stan H. Johnston you’ll remember this. This ring is my world and those chumps don’t deserve to be in it because at the end of the day…
There’s only one best… and it’s...
DANIEL
NESS [/B][/color][/center] Survival of the Sickest hits again Daniel drops the microphone before climbing out of the ring as the screen turns to black. FADE
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:16:46 GMT -5
Match: Mr. Red vs. Pablo Lopez (Credit: Dan(who doesn't type his credit line for himself)
Red wanted to make this match as quick as he could, especially with a crunch Emperor of the Ring match heading up our way shortly. But Pablo Lopez has improved a ton recently, and wasn't going to let Red get away with a cheap win. The opening bout on Fallout was a typical crowd-pleaser, getting them off their seats on my than one ocassion. Several Flipping Dropkicks, attempted Standing Moonsaults, and Pele Kicks all fly in (pun intended) from the Latin Lunatic. Red responds with a couple of dirty moves, such as pokes and rakes to the eyes. He hits a nifty combo, an Inverted DDT followed by a baseball slide takes it to the outside of the ring. Out there, they engage within the crowd, which keeps them heated up more, before heading back to the ring. Red continues the fight in the way he wants to, and tries to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf a number of times, but on both occassions Lopez manages to get to the ropes.
Red responds by trying to wear Lopez down, but Lopez reverses a Sidewalk slam attempt into a Hurricanrana, which causes the momentum of the match to shift. Lopez manages to get the crowd chanting his name, and manages to plant a Standing Moonsault (which actually takes more out of him than Red). Lopez's cover attempt though is futile, and he lifts Red up. He took Red up onto the top turnbuckle in an ambitious attempt of a Frankensteiner, but Red managed to catch Lopez and throw him off. But keeps holding on to him, jumping down and locking him in the Red Lock (Texas Cloverleaf)! Lopez wears the pain out for a while, but ultimately taps out to Red.
WINNER: Mr. Red
Segment: The Million Dollar Boot Camp (Dan again)
We come back from the break, and Sgt. Pilko and Sylvain Mint, both members of the Corporate Club, stand backstage, garnering a few boos from the crowd.
Mint: As you may know, Mr. Pilko and I are the most prestigious tag team in the world, and Fallout indeed paid a lot of money to ensure that we remained loyal to our many, many fans out there.
More boos heard.
Mint: But what we are not going to accept is just to sit here whilst two impudent little thugs such as The Royles, can simply walk around thinking that they are the worthy tag team champions of Fallout, when this is simply not true!
Pilko: I've known the Royles for a long time. Me and them go back to Cardiff where we hung out with my ill-fated brother Dan. I gotta say that it's absolutely typical of the two to be hanging around that pathetic worm. They have always been scum, and they'll never make anything of themselves by running around, acting like the yobs that they are.
Mint: So we are issuing the challenge, to the tag team champions. Us against you, your title on the line. Do you think you can take us on?
Mint and Pilko smirk, as the camera fades.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:17:05 GMT -5
Segment: When the Wolf Howls........We Run Credit: Zak DiMitri
We come back from commercial and Zak DiMitri is already in the ring. Clips from last weeks encounter backstage with Wolf are shown. Zak grabs a mic and holds up his book.
Zak: You see everybody? I offered Wolf my book for free to help him become a better version of himself. He decided against reading it, and he got hurt in his match against Wayde the other night. Show the footage
Footage shows of Wolf coming out for his match before Zak attacked him and hit Zakisity on him.
Zak: You see! He would have won if it wasn't for his ignorance. Everyone should read it and become more like me. A True man, A True Wrestler, a True..........
Wolf's music hits the speakers and Zak dives out of the ring and runs through the crowd. Wolf never even comes out but like a wolf's howl, it need be heard, not seen, to scare its prey.
Fade
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:17:56 GMT -5
The Light is Here ? ? ? In the main lobby to the backstage area of the Fallout gym, there’s not much really going on save for an intern prattling on a computer. It’s started to rain outside of the Fallout arena, something that the pretty blonde intern is thankful for that she’s indoors. She continues to type up the Fallout Accounts until suddenly the two double-doors swing open and in walks a man in a long black cloak with a hood up completely obscuring his identity. The woman is quite shocked at the sight of the man who’s robes are held by a black rope around his waist. Not quite sure how to react, she stutters to deal out the typical response to anyone who talks to her. Intern: “Can I… h-h-help you?” The response she gets is just heavy breathing which can be heard through the thick robes. She slowly starts to fumble behind her trying to find the phone and call security but as she picks up the receiver the black-clad figure throws his hood back revealing a man with long black hair and a goatee beard. The same man who was depicted last week brutalizing men in England. ? ? ?: ”As a matter of fact milady… you can.”Not quite putting the receiver down, she lowers it closer to the phone. She gazes into the strikingly piercing green eyes of this mysterious man and she almost feels like he’s gazing into her soul. ? ? ?: ”You may put the phone down… I’m not here to hurt people like you… the innocent, pure ones like you. Child, I ask of you… do you cherish the word of The Lord and take his life lessons with you every day?”Intern: “Umm… yes, I do, I was raised Catholic and I go to church every Sunday!” This brings a smile to the mysterious man’s face and he laughs a low-pitched laugh. He draws closer to the Fallout reception desk and the intern feels a little more at ease with the situation. He lightly wraps a gloved hand with the fingers missing around the girl’s wrist, he pushes the hand down so that the phone is back on the machine and then he takes the wrist and raises it up to his face. He sniffs the wrist and smiles as he smiles in recognition of the sweet scent of perfume. Inside, the cogs are working in his brain as he’s using his priest-given powers to persuade and manipulate into sweetening up this girl. ? ? ?: ”Allure Sensuelle… by Chanel. Correct?”Slightly shocked, in the pleasant way by his knowledge of the scent. She smiles starting to warm up to this mysterious newcomer to the world of Fallout. Intern: “Yeah, it is! You know your stuff huh?” ? ? ?: ”Indeed. The scent is graceful and delicate like yourself. You’re a beautiful creation and as such deserve to be treated like one. As a messenger of God I can tell when someone has been hand-created by The Lord and you are most definitely his vision of perfection…”Flattered by the smooth, low tone of voice complimenting her. She blushes a little at the flirtatious advances of the mysterious man. Intern: “Why thank you Mr. Messenger. And by what name does this messenger go?” ? ? ?: ”Child… my name is Draven Rook. I’ve been brought into Fallout to cleanse the sins of the ring, the filth and desecration that has been caused by those before me. I clean the mess and then I prevent it from happening ever again…”Intern: “Aha… I see. We’ve been waiting for you!” Draven: ”Now, ma’am. Would you grace me with the honour of guiding me to my locker-room?Intern: “Nobody here really has their own locker-room, there’s a male one and a female one b-“ Draven: ”A man such as myself requires solitude, is there any rooms that I can take residence in? I can not cleanse sins when I do not have any privacy…”Intern: “Well, there’s two janitor closets, one for each janitor but one of the janitors passed away a few weeks ago aged 96 so you can take up there if you want. I’m sure if I swat my eyebrows Biff won’t mind.” Draven: ”Thank you… I will make sure that your prayers go answered.”The girl smiles at the kind gesture of the priest as Draven lets go of her wrist. Intern: “Thank you.” Draven: ”Do not thank me child… thank the Lord for sending me on this divine mission… You will see me again…”As Draven flicks his hood up again wandering off down the corridors of the gym to find his new home away from home. Only three words escapes the now captivated receptionist who is entirely enchanted by this charismatic man of God. Intern: “I hope so…” FADE [/quote]
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:18:42 GMT -5
Match: Will Anger vs. Duke Cogburn vs. "Corporate Idol: Jeffery Janson: Fallout Television Title (Credit: Senator)
The vacated Fallout Telelvision title was put up for grabs by the new Fallout Comissioner, Peter Bannatyne, in this triple threat match, pitting three Fallout veterans against each other for the title. The three eyed each other warily as referee Jessie Reynolds called for the bell, but Janson figured that he'd be better off letting his opponents slug it out, and rolled under the ropes. Neither Anger nor Cogburn took nicely to the cowardly move, and with an unspoken pact, each exited the ring on either side, cornering the Corporate Idol, slammed him into the guardrail, and threw him back into the ring.
Anger, though, attempted a cheap shot on Cogburn, clobbering him with a clubbing forearm before he could follow Janson back into the ring, and followed up by throwing the aged Texan into the steel steps at ringside. Having taken one opponent down, albeit temporarily, Anger re-entered the ring, no-selling a dropkick to the face by Janson, and blasting him with a short arm pickup lariat. Janson attempted to run away again upon hitting the mat, but was unable to do so, as Anger hooked both arms, picking him off the mat, and hitting a Tiger Driver for a two count. By the time both men recovered from that move, Duke Cogburn entered back into the ring, angry as a wounded bull, and slammed into Anger with the force of an entire herd. Janson, though, brought Cogburn back down with a big knee clip, running off the ropes, and getting a two count with an ineffectual running splash.
Janson decided to pose at this point, showing off his self-proclaimed world class model physique to the crowd, which somehow had the result of making Will Anger even angrier than usual, and in a rage, the former Senatorial Stable member decked Janson in the face with a hard right hand, sending him rolling back out of the ring in shock at the potential damage to his precious visage. Duke Cogburn, being the grizzled veteran that he is, shakes his head in disgust at the show of vanity, before trading punches with Anger, winning out in the contest of strikes, and running off the ropes, kicking a bent over Anger on the return. Cogburn goes for a short lariat, but misses, only to be knocked out of his sense with a superkick leading to a two count for Will Anger.
Cogburn gets back up, only for Anger to DDT him right back down, and locks in a seated surfboard/rear chinlock combination submission. Duke Cogburn, as tough as he is, powers out of the move, standing up, this time, ducking a second superkick attempt, and then hit a fireman carry front slam, which Anger barely kicked out of. Cogburn called for the Badman Sleeper at this point, and as Will gets up, he locked it in, trapping the ferociously squirming opponent in the vicelike submission, cutting the oxygen supply off to the brain...and this is where things get messy. Biff Taylor rushes down to ringside, jawing away with the referee, just as Sgt. Pilko, armed with a nightstick, hits Cogburn in the back of the head. Jeffery Janson, having finally gotten over his facial maladies, rushes into the ring, locking his scissored full nelson Glamour Lock on the unconcious Cogburn, and as the referee turns around, he notices the submission, checks on Cogburn, and rings for the bell.
Winner, and new TV Champ, Jeffery Janson
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:20:37 GMT -5
Segment: Enough appears to be indeed enough (Credit: XS3)
As we cut to the back, we see Ken Williams and Jason Daniels looking on with a semi-serious look on their smug faces.
Ken: Man, heh heh, I dunno about you, Jason… But… I think I'm tired of losing all the time.
Jason: I know what you mean… Huh huh… It's kind of like we've been held back for some reason.
Ken: And I think, heh heh, I might know… why…
Jason suddenly notices that Ken is beginning to get a spastic look in his eye. He understands his tag partner's madness as suddenly, Ken leaps up from the bench and begins violently punching a locker.
Ken: HEH! HEH! HEH! DOES THE WRITING TEAM LIKE THAT?! HEH! HEH! HEH! I LAUGH LIKE A JACKASS AND THESE PEOPLE JUST EAT IT UP! HEH HEH HEH… HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Jason: Huh huh huh, you know Jason, you might wanna uhhh you know just… Ah fuck it, you're right.
Jason then reaches over to the cameraman and grabs him by the shirt collar before aggressively tossing him aside like a piece of garbage. The camera is then picked up by Jason, who holds it to his face.
Jason: Hey Fallout writers! How do you like this? Do you think it's funny that we're seen as a pair of glorified jobbers having to put everyone over? Well, Ken and I are sick of this shit, day in and day out. Yeah, the gimmick was funny… fucking three years ago. Now we've matured and we're sure as hell not going to take this anymore. And to make things sweeter, here's someone who's equally as pissed off as we are.
Jason then spins the camera around and we are now standing face to face with Edgemaster.
Edgemaster: Yeah, that's right! I'm also tired of putting up with Fallout's shit! They have the nerve to sack Tim Dwight, the greatest thing to happen to this two-bit company. I was having the time of my life in Dwight's Gym… HELL, IT WAS THE SECOND-BEST THING IN THE WORLD THAT I LOVED TO DO! But guess what? That's gone but the first-best thing in the world may be back sooner than you think. What is it? You'll find out next week. Until then, FUCK YOU MANAGEMENT…
Edgemaster grabs a hold of the camera and pans around to see Jason joining Ken on trashing the locker room. Edgemaster produces a can of spray paint and shakes it up before finding a Fallout poster.
Edgemaster: …AND FUCK YOU FALLOUT!
Within seconds, Edgemaster spray paints the word "SUCKS" underneath Fallout and tosses down the can and the camera in disgust. We now cut away from the scene as we get a glimpse of shocked fans.
Fade.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
Segment: Dangerous Meditation (Credit: Senator)
As the show continues, the camera shifts backstage, to show Dangerous Nicholas Alger sitting in a lotus position, eyes closed, wearing a new T-shirt proclaiming "MMA: DNA." Fallout backstage interview man Rich Marlowe strides up to the motionless mixed martial artist.
Marlowe: Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist here, reporting on the new training methods of one Dangerous Nicholas Alger. As you can see, Alger, once known for his uncontrollable temper, has found a way to overcome his most notable weakness. By the request of his MMA trainers, he took up Yoga meditation, and by their account, it has worked wonders, as many of you saw in his September 5th fight against Alexander Andropov, where he overcame a blatant poke in the eye to win the fight by a third round knockout. You also might notice that I haven't raised my voice in the least. Alger only allowed us into this room if we'd take pains not to disturb his peace and...
??: IS DIS ZEE PLACE FOR ZEE PARTY?
Alger slowly opens his eyes, rubbing his short goatee, and cracking his neck, is reminicent of a dormant volcano on the verge of eruption, as Julio Rivera, dressed in a flashy Hawaiian outfit, looks into the room.
Julio: JOOOLIOOO EEZ READY FOR ZEE PARTEE!
DNA: You little runt, I'll kick your freakin' head in! I'll rip your arms off, rip out your heart, and squeeze your pencil necked throat until it pops! Nobody interupts my meditation! I need that to stay calm!
Julio: OOOPS, JOOOLIOO EEZ VERRY SORRY! JOOOOLIOOO WHEEEL NOT MAKE SAME MEEESTAKE AGAIN!
Julio Rivera rushes out of the room before an irate Alger can catch him, and the MMA fighter rushes after his diminiutive antagonist.
Marlowe: Well...this is Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist...back to you.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:23:14 GMT -5
MATCH: Draven Rook [DEBUT] VS Gooner [Full Match] CREDIT: Draven RookNOTE: This match is only going to be a full match because I wanted to get across the details of how to write as Draven. After this all my matches will be short. Thank you for your patience.As we return from commercial, we’re already half-way through Gooner’s entrance. “Gonna Fly Now” is blasting at ear-bleedingly high volumes across the arena as he accepts the warmth of the crowd who he high-fives and talks to the occasional person. He scrambles up the ring steps looking forward to his competition where he faces some complete unknown by the name of Draven Rook. In Gooner’s mind it will be his first victory in a long while but others are not so certain. He waves to the audience smiling happily and as the camera focuses on him, the lights suddenly go dim and a gloom veils the audience. Backstage sat in black robes if of course Gooner’s opponent for tonight in the form of Draven Rook. With his ring gear on underneath the robes he’s quite warm in the air-conditioned Fallout Gym and for him things are about to get hotter as he looks to make a huge impact tonight. There’s a long and drawn out sense of awe at what’s about to happen as 20 seconds later still nothing has happened in the dark arena. As they wait the crowd goes eerily quiet until you can hear a pindrop and it’s at this point when Draven reaches behind his neck and yanks the hood up over his head with the brim low enough to cover his eyes… it’s with that motion that the beginning of change occurs as Kerry King’s signature introductory riff can be heard as well as the distinct crash of lightning. Draven: Showtime…With this, the hooded new face of Fallout stands up and heads to his left where the curtain awaits him… DUN DUN DUN! His heart beating and ready to show the world just quite what he’s made of, he takes a heavy breath as he touches his forehead, chest, left shoulder and then right shoulder in that order. DUN DUN DUN! So much is riding on the execution of the event that awaits him. In his debut match he wants to give off the right impression, he doesn’t want the audience to make him out to be weak or just another man claiming to be godlike… he wants to PROVE he’s immortal beyond any shadow of a doubt and it’s all in this one moment he’ll do it. DUN DUN DUN! With that, Raining Blood fully hits and Draven walks calmly out of the audience despite the fast pace of the music behind him. Not even looking at the audience out from under his hood he can sense the light pitch being increased a little so the filthy animals in the audience can get a better view. Draven notes the fact that the crowd aren’t really reacting to him but they will. This is only the beginning of a long hard road straight to Hell. Draven starts the ascent down the ramp only watching his footsteps on the metal surface as Raining Blood plays him out. Dean Bardo: Well folks this is certainly interesting, if you tuned in last week you saw the video package for this man. We know absolutely nothing about him but a name and a mission. This man is Draven Rook and he seeking to “Bring the Light” to Fallout.R.J. Fisher: Well Dean, I gotta’ say. Draven Rook is definitely a fighter as we saw in that old video package and I’m definitely interesting in seeing what he’s gonna’ do against Gooner. He may not have the world’s greatest Win/Loss record but he’s deceptively tricky.Draven now heads up the steel stairs as the crowd seem to warm up to him. He climbs through the ring ropes at a slow pace drawing out his entrance as long as possible to add and install a greater sense of fear into Gooner who doesn’t appear to be too frightened but as Draven climbs fully into the ring he walks towards Gooner starting to make him back off a little. Draven chuckles to himself as he inhales the sweet scent of Fear. Standing now in the centre of the ring Draven throws his hood back revealing his long raven locks and beard which gets a few wolf whistles from the audience. Draven then reaches for the rope belt and loosens it slightly before throwing his robes off behind him revealing his full ring costume. His attire consists of black pants with stitches in the tights and bog-standard boots. There’s also a black leather chest piece with full armed gloves and on the main chest piece is a white silk weaving for added design and although he’s not the biggest man in the world he damn sure looks scary. He’s wearing thick black eyeliner that flicks out into a tail along the side of his head about an inch long and his nails are painted jet black. Draven cracks his fingers and then stares at Gooner who while being slightly taller then Draven appears visibly scared at the sight of this ex-reverend. Raining Blood dies down and so too do the audience as they gawp at this specimen Draven. R.J. Fisher: Now we settle in to watch and see how this new guy Draven fares.Dean Bardo: Well if the hype video was anything to go by, he should do well. I have to say, I’m not liking the whole Synyster Gates look though but one thing is certain and that is that it’s putting bricks into Gooner. Now let’s get on with it.DING DING DING! And with that, the bell rung. Draven sees the fears in Gooners eyes and does what could be considered a blindly stupid move. He folds his arms and he just stands there staring at Gooner. Gooner shivering a little advances on the vastly superior athlete wondering what he wants. Draven tilts his head slightly to the right more or less offering Gooner the first shot. Gooner hesitated a little before delivering a heavy right to the head. Draven appears completely unfazed, blinking almost animatedly as his only reaction. Draven however remains persistent and remains in position. Gooner throws another punch a lot stronger then the last with some degree of confidence but Draven only takes one step back not breaking his position. Gooner throws a third punch but Draven swings into action countering this strike into a Hammerlock. Dean Bardo: Wow. Draven offering free strikes to Gooner? They didn’t faze him and so now Gooner’s on the receiving edge of a Hammerlock.Draven violently cranks up the Hammerlock releasing it at the same time. Gooner turns around yelping in pain at the hold only to become the victim of a blisteringly fast Knife Edge Chop. Gooner yelps as Draven then delivers a fore-arm strike to the chest causing Gooner to wince in agony. Draven then steps back twirling around 360 degrees swinging the sharp part of his fore-arm at Gooner’s head, the shot connects straight to his neck. This affects Gooner and he turns bending away clutching his neck. Draven however sees opportunity and he hits a Lifting Back Suplex dropping him right to the mat with ease. The crowd roar in support as Draven wraps a gloved hand around Gooner’s neck strangling him. Gooner writhes as the positive crowd reaction turns negative with Draven cutting off Gooner’s air supply. The referee attempts to intervene and he begins a 5-count, with Draven strangling him until 3 before breaking the hold. R.J. Fisher: Seems like we had a competitor here but he’s just here to play nasty it seems.Dean Bardo: I’ll say... He’s showing a little mean streak here.Now, Rook grabs the arm of Gooner and yanks him off the floor up to his feet. Gooner flings his arm out attempting to hit a Clothesline but Draven, ever the mind-reader ducks and slips behind Gooner to lock in the first submission of the night, The Fatal Confession which is a sleeper-hold with excessive wrenching. Gooner is completely clueless this move is coming and so Draven has no troubles locking it in. He starts to use his free arm to hold the wrist of his clutching arm and now the Sleeper Hold is locked in fully. Draven starts to swing around exerting more and more of the energy that Gooner has as he tries to cling on for survival. However, Gooner with a stroke of genius intentionally drops his weight down catching Draven off-guard. With an opportunity Gooner flings an elbow back into Draven’s gut which hits hard enough to break the hold. Dean Bardo: Gooner on the offence... This can be facinating to say the least.Gooner lunges forward and whips Draven into the nearest corner. Gooner then runs to the next corner along and then runs back as if attempting some sort of Face-Wash move but Draven runs out to meet him and flings an elbow into the head rattling the skull of Gooner. Gooner falls back into the corner and Draven goes back to the corner he was in momentarily. Draven leaps straight to the top of the turnbuckle and then he raises his arms praying before hitting The Path of God! A Rope-Running Dropkick which skull-cracking impact. The crowd somewhat gasp at the athleticism and balance of Draven and then the “Ooh” of cringing as the dropkick connects right to his head. Gooner falls out the corner having more or less given up now. Dean Bardo: Nice ability demonstrated there from Draven. That was really impressive, and I mean that. This guy has all the tools to succeed, and is showing it tonight.Draven now up to his feet is dragging Gooner into the middle of the ring hooking him up for an incredibly high-powered High-Arc STO. Gooner lands rather dangerously on his crown and again the crowd wince along at the impact of such a devastating shot as Draven throws all his weight into it. Draven’s making an impact alright and it’s on Gooner’s skull. Gooner still has a little fight left in him though surprisingly as Draven lifts him up to his feet. Gooner punches Draven in the stomach and runs the other way of Draven returning for a Clothesline but once again Rook ducks and Gooner finds himself being rapidly lifted into the Gory Special. Struggling and helpless Draven then begins to manipulate his left arm so to be able to wrap it around Gooner’s neck. R.J. Fisher: Woahwoahwoah, what the heck is this?!Dean Bardo: That my friend is an Gory Special… but what he’s doing with it, I have no idea.Draven leaps back dropping Gooner right on his face with THE HOLY DRIVER! Gooner is absolutely wiped out from that move alone and he lies motionless, face down on the floor. Draven rolls Gooner onto his back and begins to fold Gooner’s arms across his stomach like he’s being prepared for burial. Draven then climbs onto Gooner with both knees on his chest. He clasps his hands together and stares to the sky as the referee starts to count this unusual pinning manoeuvre. ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!The crowd boo loudly as Raining Blood begins to play. Although it wasn’t exactly the best way to kick off Heel Heat… it got him started. R.J. Fisher: The Catholic Crusader wins his debut and if this is an implication of the future, his quest to bring the light to Fallout will be completed pretty damn soon. However, at the end, THAT was a move and a half. What was that?!Dean Bardo: That I believe was a Gory Special into a Reverse STO. Kinda’ twisted, yeah. “The Light” Draven Rook picks up an important debut win here and it seems to me like the talent scouts knew what they were doing when he hired him. He’s lethal, that's the only way to describe him.R.J. Fisher: I’ll say!Draven climbs off of Gooner not celebrating his victory in the slightest as he knows that the greatest victory is yet to come. Cruiser Khan slides him a microphone and Draven picks it up walking to the centre placing a boot rather casually on Gooner’s chest who still has yet to move. Draven: My children in the audience, tonight you saw the first of many… shall we call them, Exorcisms? For TOO LONG people like Gooner have been getting away with competing in GOD’S ring without any worship or respect given to those that created him, he has sinned and I took it upon myself to make sure he realized the extent of his damage and how he was condemning himself to Hell. Gooner was the first and he WON’T be the last. This man has committed unforgivable sins and so, he had to have the demons cast from his body. Maybe now he’ll think a little more carefully about the decisions he makes.
The reason I’m here is to remove the sins of Fallout one by one and I’m starting at the bottom of the ladder now but I’ve got A LOT more up my sleeve. From Gary to Stan H. Johnston, the openweight champion I’m giving you all a loud clear message from God. All those that want salvation, throw yourself before me. Cast down the drudgery that is your careers and join me in my cause to rid Fallout of its sins before I take you with them! Tonight, Gooner was the first victim and he suffered the price from running away from the light. Those who join with me and worship me will be saved, those who do not will be cast to the fires of Hell left to burn for all eternity! Join me now and be part of The Divine Plan or be left behind and fall from grace! My children, now you know that the light has come to Fallout and if you do not embrace it then…
IT WILL BLIND YOU. [/size][/B][/center] And with that, the lights cut on the arena casting it into darkness yet again. The lights return seconds later but when they do, Draven Rook has completely vanished and even more notably, so has Gooner. As the crowd gasp at what they’ve just seen the camera starts to turn to black as we leave for the next segment.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:26:20 GMT -5
Main Event: Title vs. Title: Stan H. Johnston vs. OLYMPIA (Credit: Steele/Senator)
The match was even paced at the start, until a breaking point in the match where OLYMPIA began to utilize his quicker techniques and hit Johnston with hurricaranas, dropkicks, DDT's, and anything that would get the big man down. OLYMPIA seemed to be getting a win with the Megaton kick but Johnston got the advantage back and caught OLYMPIA with a thunderous Western Lariat... but wait, that was reversed as well, and the two men continued to brawl in what seemed to be a match that would go beyond the time limit. They both performed a huge superplex spot at the 18 minute mark of the match and they seemed to be non responsive to a 10 count as they tried to rise but failed. Referee Jacob Jones got to the count of nine, and the hard fought match appeared to be over...when the Corporate Club, headed by Biff Taylor, entered the ring, stomping the cliched and proverbial mudhole in both competitors, resulting in an appaling no contest.
Result: NO Contest
After the dust has settled, the Corporate Club continues their assault, paying no attention when a response team consisting of the Texans, Wolf, and several security guards show up. The tag champions, though, are able to cut off the Texans, Wolf falls prey to a giant headbutt from Colossus Rhodes, and both Ness and Froggy head off the security, as Biff directs the melee. OLYMPIA somehow gets back to his feet, but Rhodes turns back around, and with a mighty heave, double hand chokeslams the diminiutive man from another dimension into the corner post. Johnston isn't as lucky, as El Froggy Mask double stomps his head from a standing position, and rains down even more flipper booted stomps. The security calls for assistance, and the rest of the referees head down to the ring...
And then Peter Bannatyne arrives on the scene.
Bannatyne: Wait, wait, wait...all of you referees, all of you Fallout designated security guards...you're not needed.
Wolf throws off Sylvain Mint, and Jeffery Janson, audibly yelling "The hell they aren't! We're getting our asses kicke..." before Sgt. Pilko swings his nightstick, and knocks the big man straight out.
Bannatyne: You're lucky. You're still in my plans...at this point in time. But the rest of you, the whole lot of you are redundant...and if you stick around, I will have you evicted with maximum prejudice, and hauled in for litegation. Now then...
Suddenly, "Eagleheart" plays, as Dangerous Nicholas Alger, already steamed from earlier, marches out through the entranceway.
Bannatyne: Not a step further...you will regret...
DNA: Bugger off!
Alger shoves the Fallout Chairman aside, as he strides down to the ring, DNA is met by an unwilling TV Champion, and Jeffery Janson is knocked aside by a lightning high kick. Colossus Rhodes ambles over the top rope, but Alger gains control of the big man's arm, and takes him to the ground with a painful wristlock throw. The tag champions, Sylvain Mint and Sgt. Pilko both exit the ring now, weapons in hand, but before they can even make their way to DNA, Ken Williams and Jason Daniels appear from the crowd, nailing both with thunderous steel chair shots, gloating over their fallen foes!
Biff, Ness, and Froggy remain in the ring, waiting for their three opponents to enter, when an enraged Bannatyne furiously waves his arms...leading to the guys in the back to cut the feed, and end the show.
Who prevailed in the brawl? Who will Peter Bannatyne fire next week? Will Fallout make it on time for three weeks in a row? Tune in next week to find out!
Fade Out
End of Show
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Post by Dan White on Sept 19, 2008 23:28:23 GMT -5
Fallout > Meltdown!
YEAH!
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Post by xs3 on Sept 19, 2008 23:39:36 GMT -5
This has been a great show to read. And for once, I agree with Dan! YEAH!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 19, 2008 23:43:29 GMT -5
Many thanks to all contributers, especially Dan, who picked up the opener at late notice, due to Red having computer problems, and Mainer for getting Ness down PERFECT, and writing some darned good stuff for Fallout:) And for XS3 doing the impossible and making the Boneheads legit, Wayde for continuing his amusing character, and Steele for his work on the main event, too.
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Jake Steele
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Nosepass, Pass Pass Pass
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Post by Jake Steele on Sept 20, 2008 5:27:36 GMT -5
Definitely a great read, and best believe Mr. Johnston isn't gonna take this interruption of his match too lightly next week.
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Post by rosslambert on Sept 20, 2008 6:34:03 GMT -5
Excellent show, thanks Senator for the praise because I really thought I'd made an unholy mess of playing Daniel Ness but obviously I'll work that style again in the future.
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