Fallout January 25, 2009

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Jack Jefferson vs. Wolf

The Southern Smashers vs. Demon Inc

Aleksei Dronov vs. Alex Trixer

Stan Johnston and DNA vs. El Froggy Mask and Daniel Ness

Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on television!

Brought to you by President Barack Obama!

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Opening Segment
(Credit: Senator)

As the show opens, Fallout Commissioner Peter Bannatyne is seen standing in the ring, with his entire Corporate Empire standing in the background. Biff Taylor, Daniel Ness, Colossus Rhodes, Ken Williams, Jason Daniels, El Froggy Mask, Edgemaster, Sgt. Pilko, Sylvain Mint, Ben Drinkin, Afternoon Drinkin, and Jeffery Janson are all arrayed in a line along the ropes.

Bannatyne: Welcome, one and all, to my show. Now, more than ever before, this is truly my show. The man who installed me to this position, Stephan Russo, is long gone. Fallout, for too long, has been a madhouse, completely disorganized, a disgrace. A vacuum desires order, and I will bring just that, with the formation of the Corporate Empire! Both Team SWI and the Corporate Club previously sought out common goals, and shared common enemies, so it simply made sense for them to consolidate. With unified leadership, Fallout will now be the invaluable branch of ACW that it always should have been.

Biff suddenly steps up, and grabs the microphone.

Biff Taylor: Corporate Empire’s ready to roll over everything that’s in its path, right? We’re gonna crush ‘em all!

Bannatyne(microphone back in hand): Yes, Biff, this is a new era for Fallout, and you can now be part of the Corporate Empire, or against it. There is no neutral ground. Stan Johnston and the Openweight champion, Nicholas Alger will be the first two to find out that choosing the wrong side is now a painful choice to make. In business, one does not just try to out profit their competition, they try to run them into the ground, to eliminate them from existence! Now, let’s commence with these proceedings!

Fade Out

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Jack Jefferson vs. Wolf
Jack Jefferson


The ring announcer is stood in the centre of the ring as we return from some, presumably entertaining, backstage segment. The fans know exactly what’s up next and one of the fans by ringside is howling like a wolf...those seated near him appear to be giving the nut job a wide berth.

“The following match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall and with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first; from Manchester, England and weighing in at 219lbs... ‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack JEFFERSOOONNNN!!”

The fans don’t exactly give Jefferson a warm welcome for his first match back in a Fallout ring as the majority rise to their feet and boo at the sound of “Next Episode” by Dr Dre. Jack struts through the curtains and smirks at the booing, it’s like he never left, whilst taking his time to swagger down to the ring. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.

He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting Wolf’s entrance.

“And his opponent; hailing from Winnipeg, Canada and weighing in at 285lbs...WOOOOLLLFFFF!!”

“Mongolian Wolf Star” hits and Wolf walks out to a rapturous reception – as well as another loud howl from the guy in the front row. Wolf walks purposefully down the ramp, his stride slow but measured, yet he stops and gives the camera a quizzical look as Jack Jefferson exits the ring. Jefferson heads straight over to Wolf’s biggest fan and starts taunting him whilst pointing up the ramp at Wolf, calling his hero a worthless nobody.

The fan responds by howling directly in Jefferson’s face. Jefferson raises his hand up to slap the fan for his sheer insolence but is stopped as Wolf grasps his wrist from behind. The sheer shock on Jefferson’s face as Wolf whirls him around a levels him with a brutal right hand tells a story in itself – he had no idea Wolf was anywhere near him. Wolf drags Jefferson to his feet and tosses him under the bottom rope and into the ring.

*Bell Rings*

Jefferson quickly rolls to his feet and heads straight off the ropes to come flying back at Wolf, he clearly underestimates the speed Wolf possesses as he pretty much runs straight into a shoulder block from the big man which has him crashing straight down to the canvas. Wolf covers and only receives a one count. It is, however, clear that he was only covering Jefferson as a sign of dominance rather than expecting a win. Jefferson clearly isn’t pleased by this and rises up, slapping Wolf directly in the face whilst yelling profanity. Wolf goes for another big right hand but Jefferson’s speed comes into play as he ducks and manages to hit an Enzuigiri in one fluid motion. The big man is staggered slightly but remains off his feet so Jefferson hits the ropes and comes charging at him, connecting with a Leg Lariat that fells him. Jefferson then climbs onto the apron and performs a Slingshot Senton into the ring, landing squarely on Wolf’s torso. Jefferson hooks the leg and is extremely annoyed as the ref only manages a one count before Wolf powers out. Jefferson shows his grievances by getting in the referee’s face. This is a mistake as Wolf is able to hit a headbutt to the back of Jefferson’s skull, knocking him to the ground.

A smile is visible on Wolf’s face as he pulls Jefferson to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges in after him and hits him with a monumental Stinger Splash that forces Jefferson to crumble to the canvas. Wolf drags Jefferson away from the ropes and covers him.

...1...

...2...

...kickout!

The crowd boos as Jefferson is able to escape the cover and rise to his feet. Wolf aims a Big Boot at him, a kick that Jefferson is able to duck, and hit the ropes to nail Wolf with a Lariat as he turns to face him. Jefferson stomps repeatedly on Wolf’s torso to keep him grounded long enough to climb to the top rope and hit a Moonsault Leg Drop. Jefferson follows up with a cover.

...1...

...2...

...kickout!

Wolf powers out just after the two count, much to Jefferson’s chagrin. Jefferson slaps the mat in frustration but this time doesn’t make the mistake of getting in the referee’s face and instead keeps the pressure up on Wolf by dragging him to his feet. Jefferson kicks him in the gut and goes for a Snap Suplex but Wolf is able to block this attempt and lifts Jefferson in the air, hitting him with the Thor Hammer out of nowhere. The crowd go wild as the impact of the move echoes throughout the arena and Wolf hooks Jefferson’s leg.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THR--NO!!

The crowd groan loudly as Jefferson is able to kick out and foil Wolf’s pin attempt. Wolf hauls a groggy Jefferson to his feet and clasps his huge right hand around his neck. The crowd rise to their feet and a “Hand of Odin” chant begins as Wolf raises Jefferson up in the air only to have him wriggle out of his grasp. As Wolf turns to face Jefferson he is met with a flurry of brutal Knife-Edged Chops followed by a European Uppercut which staggers the 6’7 behemoth. Before Wolf even has chance to consider what he’s going to do next he’s been felled by a Ura-Nage into a Backbreaker. Jefferson then maintains his advantage by hitting three Moonsaults in quick succession; the first from the bottom rope, the second from the middle and the final one from the top. Jefferson hooks Wolf’s leg...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THRE--KICKOUT!!

The frustration is clear on Jefferson’s face as he is unable to pick up the victory and he roars his frustration in the referee’s direction. Jefferson stalks Wolf as he shakily finds his vertical base and as Wolf turns to face him he is unable to avoid a kick to the gut. Jefferson is then able to hit his Blizzard Suplex and cover Wolf.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!

As Jefferson is able to pick up a hard fought victory the crowd boo loudly, clearly unimpressed with the result. Jefferson is quick to leap to his feet and climb the ropes, placing one foot on the middle rope and the other on the top rope. Jefferson slaps his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, a gun shape formed by each hand, and smirks down upon the fans booing him. He seems to particularly focus his attention on the fan who was previously howling his support for Wolf. Jefferson hops down and instantly demands that the referee holds his arm aloft in victory, which draws more and more boos from the Fallout faithful.

“The winner of the match, by pinfall... ‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack JEFFERSOOONNNN!!”

Jefferson smirks at the booing fans as he exits the ring and struts cockily up the ramp, putting the bad mouth on the fans as he goes. He turns at the top of the ramp to face his defeated opponent and poses once more as Wolf is exiting the ring.


Fade to Black

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”Welcome to Fallout”
Credit: Daniel Ness

The scene opens to show a black Mercedes SLK convertible pulling up in the parking lot. The sunroof is down and clearly visible in his brown suit is Daniel Ness driving into the VIP parking spaces in said Mercedes. Dan climbs out of the car where almost instantly he is greeted by Kevin Anderson about ready to ambush him with a microphone.

Kevin Anderson: “Mr. Ness! Mr. Ness! How do you feel about having to face off against Stan Johnston AND Dangerous Nick Alger with your close friend and partner El Froggy Mask?”

Dan practically launches him out the way as he barges arrogantly straight past him.

Daniel Ness: ”Get lost, jackass. I’ve not got the time for stupid games.”

Anderson is left dumb-struck as Ness leaves him behind in the parking lot. After finally recovering, Anderson walks off in a different direction and we draw to a fade.

FADE

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Match: The Carolina Crushers vs. Demon Inc (Credit: XS3)

The Southern Smashers came down to the ring with an angry look on their faces as they were introduced. They grabbed the mic and said that being Southern was getting them nowhere; they would be referred to now on as the Carolina Crushers before flipping off the crowd. Shortly after, "The Lost Vikings" by Dethklok hit and the fans collectively cheered as Ken Dante and Punished Fox made their way out to the stage with Maximus Dungeon behind them. As soon as the bell rang, Fox and Dante unleashed on Rich and Evan with furious fists before taking them down with stereo clotheslines. Fox then grabbed Rich and hit the Fox Fire while Dante hit Evan with the Dante Bomb. The Ragnarok 2008 rematch ended rather abruptly when both members of Demon Inc pinned the Carolina Crushers, prompting the ref to count the 1-2-3 on both to a rousing ovation.

Winners: Demon Inc.

After the match, Maximus decided to show off what he can do! He quickly grabbed Evan and picked him up with an electric chair hold before throwing him forward with a sit-out facebuster! Rich was then picked up with a gutwrench and was driven into the canvas with a powerbomb. But he wasn't done yet. Rich and Evan were then set up so they were on all fours and Maximus ascended the top rope. He gave the fans a cheesy thumbs up before flying off and hitting a leg drop on both. Fox then grabbed the mic and had this to say:

Fox: Hey there, Royles and Duke! You may think that you'll be able to have Dan's back but at Ragnarok, we're going to show you what it's like to feel true pain much like what Matt is going to teach Dan. And as for the rest of you Fallout fanatics, the Corporate Empire can suck a--

Ken: WHOA! WHOA! That's over the line!

Fox: I was going to say an old dirty lollipop that I found in the back of Maximus' truck.

Maximus: …oh.

Fox: …nah, I'm kidding. Corporate Empire can suck a dick. "Cheers!"

Ken and Maximus sighed before addressing the cheering fans once more. All three men slid out of the ring and went to the back while the fans started tossing toilet paper at the Carolina Crushers for the hell of it.

Fade.

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Segment: Team SWI is no more (Credit: XS3)

We cut to the arena where "Desperate Times Desperate Measures" hits and the crowd boos as the former SWI team makes their way down to the ring.

Edgemaster: Well, despite all of our talk these past couple of months, we have agreed to become part of the Corporate Empire. You see, there's an old mantra, "The enemy of my enemy is also my friend." Our enemy is Fallout and all the fans. It's greater than our values put together so with that, I wish to say that we will no longer continue to mention SWI. But that still doesn't mean we won't kick ass like we always do.

Williams: Oh yes, Jason and I will continue to operate under the Damage Inc name. We think it's only fair because with the Fallout Tag Team Championship in the hands of the Corporate Empire, we've already got a good start on annihilating this craphole.

Daniels: I don't really have much to say except you all suck. You still persist on cheering for DNA and Johnston when in reality, they're nothing more than commoners with a lousy goal!

Boos.

Ben: This goes to Edgemaster. Hey man, I'm sorry that Afternoon and I wished to be so foolish with our decision to leave the team. We have thought about it and we've decided to stay.

Edgemaster grins and Damage Inc shake the hands of the Drinkin Boyz. However, Ben's smile fades and Williams and Daniels are drawn into short-arm clotheslines! Edgemaster gasps and decides to high tail it out of the ring as Afternoon hits the Beer Bash on Daniels to a rousing ovation! Ben takes out Williams with the AOK and gets an equal pop. Afternoon grabs the mic.

Afternoon: Yeah, we decided to stay… Stay on Fallout and help fight the Corporate Empire! You make us sick! You turned us against the fans and tried to help promote your selfish agenda over the show's! You make us sick, Edgemaster! And with god as our witness, we vow to help bring the Corporate Empire down to its knees.

"On With The Show" hits once more and the crowd is once again finding themselves cheering The Drinkin Boyz. Damage Inc exits the ring slowly and joins Edgemaster, who looks furious.

Fade.

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”Alex Trixer VS Aleksei Dronov”
Credit: Danny Mainer

ENTRANCES:

“Mirror Mirror” by Blind Guardian hit and Alex Trixer got a reasonable pop as he made his way to the ring. Nobody really knew what the night had in store for Trixer but he was enjoying the Fallout spotlight and seemed happy to be in the ring once again. He hopped up onto the ring apron and climbed in and waved to the fans before pausing a little. Though he isn’t exactly Macho Man, he started getting the fans behind him to amp him up by raising his arms and clapping repeatedly which got the fans clapping along. Soon, the Fallout Gym had a clapping sound scape and Trixer was amped up and ready to compete. Unfortunately for him and the Fallout Fanatics they had no idea what was expected of the newcomer.

“Siberia” by Graeme Norgate hit and Aleksei Dronov wandered out of the curtain. People were unsure as to whether he would be a little guy or a big guy but when he wandered out of the curtain standing 6’5 and 283 pounds with a barrel-like chest in red trunks with “U.S.S.R.” written on the ass in gold they knew that Alex Trixer was completely screwed. The crowd booed him as he stood before the audience in his Soviet glory, though Dronov didn’t act like a heel. He just acted like any other sports personality wandering down the ramp like it was a peaceful stroll in the park. He didn’t acknowledge the fans who continued to heckle him and soon he was up on the ring apron. He climbed in and stared at his American opponent and a little smile curled on his lips, the only emotion he’d shown on his way down there. Finally, his theme died down as he stood in the corner in a neutral position. Nobody really knew what to expect from Dronov until the bell rang.

DING DING DING!

MATCH

Almost like WWE’s Festus in his ability to go from brain-dead to explosive animal, Dronov immediately got into a Boxing Stance showing nothing but pure and focused intensity as Alex Trixer began to conjure a strategy up from nowhere. Trixer and Dronov came closer to each other and it became obvious that this grizzled soviet knew what he was doing in the ring. Trixer flung a wild arm at Dronov’s guard which he blocked and retaliated with a rapid series of body blows driving Trixer back into his home corner. Dronov then started with one arm to decimate him as Trixer lost his footing and began to sink into a seated position in the corner. The referee intervened and broke the two up. Dronov took a few steps back allowing Trixer to regain his neutral position. It was then that Trixer made a foolish mistake, he raised a boxing guard of his own and tried to play the Soviet Superstar at his own game. Of course, what Trixer was trying to do was like challenging The Devil with a fiddle contest and his name sure wasn’t Johnny. Trixer opened with a few strikes and managed to get under the guard stunning Dronov and driving him back to the centre of the ring, though this was merely an illusion and upon reaching the centre of the ring he delivered a wicked right to the gut dropping Trixer to one knee.

Dronov in all his bulk then made his first actual wrestling move of the night and hooked Trixer for a High Angle Neckspike Back Suplex concluding this by driving him straight to the mat. Trixer screamed in pain but Dronov wasn’t done and held onto Trixer lifting him for a second and then a third. Trixer was almost unconscious from that alone but Dronov just wasn’t happy, he hit it another two times rounding it off at five with a release version at the end concluding the Back Suplex Series known as The Trial and Error. Trixer just couldn’t keep up to this man who was bigger then him, stronger then him and albeit faster then him. Dronov was genetically superior and he proved this by dropping him with a WICKED backbreaker which he then turned into a BRUTAL submission rack which was called The Sickle as reference to how it completely rearranges your anatomy by bending your spine easier then the editor on Spore. Trixer tapped out almost instantly but Dronov broke it before it could be recognized having made sure plenty of back damage was done by lifting him up and dropping him with a similar backbreaker, only releasing him after its completion.

MATCH FINISH

With Trixer still conscious but in massive amounts of pain on the floor, Dronov concluded to finish this massacre off by letting out a deep and bellowing war cry spreading his arms like an eagle letting the crowd know that the end was nigh. Dronov ragged Trixer off the floor by his hair seemingly effortlessly and began with a series of wicked clubbing blows to the chest and head of Trixer, every time it seemed like Trixer was going to fall over Dronov would hold onto the wrist and pull him back up into another clubbing blow. After the rapid punch count rose into the teens, Dronov let out the war cry once more and hit a wicked overhead clubbing shot straight to his crown which would ordinarily be known as The Soviet Hammer but in this series of events is known as the final blow in The Iron Curtain Call. Trixer crumpled like an accordion and fell to the mat in a bloody and mangled heap, beaten to a pulp by Dronov. Trixer curled in the foetal position lay motionless and Dronov kicked him once in the chest to roll him onto his back. Dronov then told the referee to start counting and it was pretty obvious Trixer wasn’t getting up. The bell rang once again and the domination was over as Dronov returned to his calm and peaceful persona with Siberia playing over the loudspeakers.

MATCH RESULT: Aleksei Droniv defeats Alex Trixer VIA Iron Curtain Call

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Segment: Preparations
(Credit: Senator)

As the show continues, Stan Johnston and DNA are seen in the Texans’ locker room, preparing for their match, later on.

Johnston: Now, ah know you didn’t need this, so to say, but ah figger’d we’d have a better chance of winnin’ if ya didn’t have to watch your back for a sneak attack.

DNA: Yeah. We’re going to kill those two in the ring, though. I feel as calm as ice, as cool as a still body of water…

Johnston: Didn’t ya mean cool as ice, calm as a…

DNA: Didn’t “ya” mean to shut your mouth before you said something you’d regret!

Johnston: Nah, I just meant to say…

DNA: Besides, ice CAN be calm, and a still body of water CAN be cool!

Johnston: Uh, true…ah suppose.

DNA: Hmph, lost my temper again.

Johnston: So long as ya don’t clobber me, pardner, an’ save it for Bannatyne’s buddies, we’re good!

DNA: Don’t worry about that, I’ll rip their stinkin’ heads off, and break their arms!

Johnston: Now that’s what ah like to hear!

Fade Out

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Main Event: Dangerous Nicholas Alger and Stan H. Johnston vs. El Froggy Mask and Daniel Ness
(Credit: Senator)

R.J. Fisher: We’ve got an amazing main event here for you fine Fallout fanatics! Two former Openweight champs, the current champ, and the most popular wrestler from the early days of the brand! Despite being teammates, Froggy and Ness have been embroiled in a personal feud for months, barely able to co-exist. On the other hand, DNA and Johnston, even after their hard fought struggle over the Openweight Title at Winter’s Discontent, seem to have forged a bond of mutual respect.

Dean Bardo: What can you say, a good fight can bring people together. Ward and Gotti nearly killed each other three times in the boxing ring, but they’re good friends now. Or, in ACW, you currently have an alliance between Thunderkiss and Senator Steve Phillips, which I still doubt will last through the month, but the point is, Fisher, it happens.

Soon, “Survival of the Sickest” plays, as the Corporate Empire team emerges from the entranceway in the Stephan Russo Memorial Hall. Froggy, in his trademark orange and black attire, looks somewhat less than pleased to enter to his teammate’s theme, while Ness seemingly ignores Froggy as he walks to the ring with a purpose.

Before long, the opening to “Sunrise” hits the PA system, merging into “Eagleheart” after the first ten seconds. DNA, title belt over a shoulder, walks out from behind the curtain, walking down to ringside, just as Stan H. Johnston pushes through the crowd on the other side of the squared circle. Simultaneously, the two dash into the ring, Johnston clubbering away at Ness and Alger throwing a roundhouse kick at Froggy. Ring announcer Cruiser Khan, oblivious to the situation, starts reading off his card.

Cruiser Khan: Annoucin’ first, in both the far and near corners, from the Corporate SWI Evil Heel Empire, they’re two dudes with bad attitudes, yeah, give it up for the Loch Ness Monster an’ his buddy, Volcano Nacho Mask! Hey, that’s what it looks like! An’ also in both corners, Stan Johnson…er, Johnston, an’ our Openweight champ, UFC champ, DNA…who cares that he’s not really UFC champ, he should be!

Referee Jacob Jones, Fallout’s senior official, uses his experience to break up the action, calling for the bell, as he herds Johnston and Ness to their respective corners.

Fisher: Everyone here is spoiling for a fight, but it’s not a tornado tag!

Froggy, evading several of the Openweight champion’s well-honed strikes, runs off the ropes, returning with a low dropkick that sends Alger stumbling. Immediately after, El Froggy Mask jumps up, spinning around 360 degrees, right into another low dropkick, this one sending his opponent to a single knee. Still in constant motion, EFM runs forward, stepping off DNA’s knee, and delivers a low angle swinging hurricanrana.

Bardo: The Shining Green, that’s a move we’ve not seen for a long, long time, not since Froggy considered himself technico. He’s obviously trying to make a big impression here, and set himself as the #1 contender within the Corporate Empire.

Pointing to himself, El Froggy presents himself to the jeering crowd in the SRM Hall…only for DNA to stand up, and tap him on the shoulder. As soon as Froggy turns around, Alger blasts him in the head with his trademark high kick, sending EFM flipping head over heels from the impact, rolling all the way back into his corner, where he groggily tags in Daniel Ness. The self-proclaimed Corporate Ace apprehensively approaches the current Openweight champ, staring him down, only to head back to the Corporate team’s corner, tagging a reluctant Froggy back in. For his part, Alger merely shakes his head, before walking back and sending Stan Johnston into the ring. Johnston wastes no time at all in bull rushing EFM into the corner, throwing shoulder after shoulder into his midsection. Unbeknownst to the fired-up Texan, Ness blind tags himself in, quietly stepping through the ropes, grasping Johnston in a rear waistlock, and hitting a gigantic release German suplex.

Fisher: Ouch! He just dumped Johnston right on his neck and shoulders with that suplex!

Giving Johnston no quarter, Ness turns around, and shoots in, putting his opponent into a front facelock. Daniel Ness attempts to drag Johnston back to his corner, but the Texan has other ideas, standing up, and forcing a shift into a side headlock. Unfortunately for Ness, that’s exactly what Johnston wanted him to do, and lifts the smaller man up into a high angle backdrop position, putting a hand under Ness’s tailbone, and pushing up, flipping his opponent over into a big pancake drop!

Bardo: Johnston debuted that Texas Pancake move against Alger at Winter’s Discontent, and it looks like he doesn’t mind using the move again.

Johnston then shoulders Froggy off the apron to the floor, and sets up in the corner, stalking Ness for a decisive Western Lariat…when the crowd erupts in boos. Biff Taylor, chair in hand, slides into the ring, standing in front of Ness, daring Johnston to attack. Ness slowly stands up…only for Biff to turn on a swivel, and paste HIM with the chair!

Bardo: Wow.

Fisher: The heck? Did Biff Taylor just turn on the Corporate Empire?

Biff motions to the big screen, and from all directions, wrestlers descend to the ring. Duke Cogburn, Jack Connor, Julio Rivera, OLYMPIA, Ivor Biggin, Pat McGroin, Wolf, Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammdi, and Felix Santana Junior fill the ringside area, as Biff receives a microphone.

Biff: Peter Bannatyne, you thought you could run this show like you do your ledger book, didn’t you? Well, I for one have had enough! I’m not your sidekick, I’m not taking the job of some pencil-necked punk, and I’m not letting you ruin OUR brand by monopolizing things, and getting’ rid of what makes Fallout so great! Business doesn’t work so well when you ain’t got no competition, and this here’s gonna be my trustbusting corps! These people here are my Rebel Riders, my hard hitting roughnecked renegades! So then, you want order, you’re just going to have to wage a war to get it…an uncivil war!

Fade Out

End of Show

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BUT WAIT THERE'S MOAR

Fallout was supposed to be posted on December 6 but nothing got sent in, save for this match. We present this to you as somewhat of an added extra you find on a DVD. Download, enjoy, smile.

Match: The Royles vs. The Bros. Grimm(Daemyn and Deacon)
(Credit: Senator)

Not the guys who Scott Andrews fought, but the fast independant styled junior heavies, faced off against the intimidating Royles in this match. Deacon and Pat McGroin started out the match, with Pat hitting a series of big scoop slams, back body drops, and hard hitting punches to make an early statement. It didn't take long for Daemyn to enter the fray, tagging in, and the two Grimm brothers hit a quick combination of a sandwich enzuigiri, a double team vertical suplex, topping off the succession of moves with a dropkick from Deacon into a rolling prawn hold by Daemyn for a near fall. McGroin, clearly spent from his early offensive rush, tagged out, and Biggin entered, only to walk into a cravate from Daemyn Grimm.

Daemyn kept the hold locked in, walking his opponent over to his own corner, tagging Deacon back in, and the two engaged in another series of double team attacks, this time, including an assisted tilt a whirl backbreaker from Deacon onto Daemyn's leg, followed by a running leg drop by Deacon, who covered for yet another near fall. Deacon, however, merely locked in a crossarm lock from a seated surfboard position, once again keeping the pressure applied to his opponent's back and neck regions. Pat McGroin, properly rested at this point, didn't wait for Biggin to break the hold, and rushed the ring, but instead of kicking Deacon out of the submission, Daemyn slingshotted in from the apron with a cross body...only to be caught by the signifigantly larger McGroin. Pat, looking down, as referee Cliff Mortimer protested, slammed Daemyn right onto Deacon's head, as the crowd cringed, breaking the hold, and then, dragging Biggin back to the corner, and tagging himself in.

McGroin set up for a ferocious Penalty Kick, measuring his target...when suddenly, Sylvain Mint appeared out of nowhere, tripping Biggin off the apron, and almost made it into the ring to attack McGroin, when a certain, tall, dark skinned man, dressed in a colorful African daishiki, and restrained him, just giving Pat enough time to rush across the ring, booting Deacon Grimm in the head, and pinning him!

After the match, Mint and the African, now seen as a familiar figure to the loyal Fallout viewers, had a staredown.

Ali: Welcome one and all, I am Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi! I am here in this fine arena, and I am ready for competition! Unfortunatly for myself, the people in charge didn't give me my match! But they did give me a ticket to sit in the crowd, and I would have been very happy to sit with everyone, until I saw this man attempt to commit an evil act in the ring! I cannot let that happen!

Mint: You're a moron. Go back to your country, before I make you go back myself!

Ali: Is that your challenge? I accept!

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Match: Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammdi vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint

Ali then rolled into the ring, motioning for Mint to follow. The Corporate Club member shook his head, and almost walked away, until he ran into the Royles, who tossed him right under the ropes, as Cliff Mortimer called for the bell to ring again.

Mint, protesting to the ref, tried to have the contest called off, but Ali, seeing a prime opportunity to strike, ran over, and with a horizontal cradle, rolled up the former Openweight champion for a flash three count! Mint, beyond furious, kicked out right after the three, but instead of starting a fight in the ring, decided that he'd be better off retreating, and did just that, as Ali Mehrmohammadi celebrated his first Fallout victory, and quite the big one, at that.

Fade Out
(Extra credit goes to Nigerian Ali for his brief dialog bit)

[Jake Steele]

I have not read the full show yet, but LOL at the Obama picture.

[rosslambert]

Awesome show, thanks for posting Mark.

[The Senator]

Well done, everyone, and I did get a great laugh out of that opening pic:) The best humor is based in the truth, isn't it?