Saturday Night Fallout 11th June 2005

[Wyvern]

Schedule of Matches:

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Predator vs. Canadian Dragon

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Demesia vs. Primera Black

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Hunter vs. Sakina

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Falk Tallin vs. RDK

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Angelo vs. DD

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BK vs. Davey - Hardcore Match

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Anthony Kalb vs. Cernunnos - Junior Title Rematch

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The now-classic montage plays as the revamped ACW Fallout theme hits.

It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ya tell me when the boys get here,
It's whatever o'clock and Biff wants to rock
Wants to get a belly full of beer

Now Latino’s drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And Alexandra, she don't care
And Ridley looks cute in his facepaint and boots
A oilslick of blood in his hair…..

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

The fans are packed pretty tight in here tonight
G-Unit will team up and set the place alight,
Vinnie may use a little muscle to get what he needs,
BK will grab Kiley and shout "She's with me!"

A couple of things you should look out for,
Are the deadly switchblade cut and the RKO,
The Senatorial Stable are a blast from the past,
Watch Rena and the divas kick some ass!

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright…….

The song ends to a thunderous response, and the night is now underway! Take that bitches, this isn’t your momma’s Fallout!

[Wyvern]

Match 1: Predator vs. The Canadian Dragon (Credit: Latino)

Phillip: Coming to the ring from Winnipeg, Canada…..Predator!!

Stay Together For The Kids By Blink 182 starts playing as Predator steps through the curtains. He walks out to a range of boos as many fans hold up signs that says “Predator = Losing Champion” and “Wolf > Predator”. He yells at a few fans but keeps walking down to the ring. He steps onto the apron and enters the ring through the ropes. Just as he gets settled his opponent for the night is announced.

Phillip: And his opponent from Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada…..The “Canadian Dragon” Teddy Davis, Jr.!!!

"Youthanasia" by Megadeth starts playing as a big pop from the crowd is heard. The crowd’s volume increases in decimals as Teddy Davis comes into view. He raises his arms up in the air and slaps hands with many fans sitting in the front row. Fans lean over trying to grab a hold of his blue jean jacket. He pulls himself out of the tangle mess of arms and hands and rushes his way to the ring trying to make sure a barrage of fans don’t capture him. He slides inside the ring under the bottom rope.

* The Bell Rings *

The match starts off quick as Predator wastes no time and starts stomping on Dragon before he can get up. He bends over and punches him in the face and then kicks him in the gut once more. Predator stands up Dragon and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Teddy runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. He runs back towards Predator and slides against the mat underneath and between his legs. Dragon kicks up back up facing Predator and then gives him a stiff martial arts kick to the torso. Predator holds his side in pain as Dragon measures his next kick onto the same spot as before. Dragon bends over Predator and hooks both arms. He lifts him up and drops him down pulling off the Davis Driller. Predator stiffens at the impact of the move and falls over lying onto the mat. Dragon gets up raising his right arm to the fans as they start cheering louder and louder. They chant his name “Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!” and hold up signs that say “Dragon will prevail!”

He stands up Predator, with his back facing Dragon, and locks the arms. He tries for a Dragon Suplex but Predator breaks out of the move as Dragon flips him and lands on his feet. He grabs Dragon’s head from the back and slams him down onto his back. Predator jumps over and goes for the quick pin One…Two- kickout by Dragon after the two as all the fans go “Twoooooooo!” Predator gets up, standing up Dragon as well, and picks him in position of his patented Powerbomb DDT. He holds Dragon up briefly as the fans chant Davis’ name louder and louder. Predator finishes off the move in it’s DDT form. He pushes Davis on his back and goes again for the cover as he hooks the leg. The referee slides onto the mat and starts the count One….Two…-kickout again by the Canadian Dragon as the fans stand up on their feet popping louder. Predator slams his hands on the mat in frustration and yells a few threats at the referee. He grabs Dragon by hair pulling him up on his feet. Predator runs him headfirst into the turnbuckle slamming his head three times. He sits up Dragon on the top turnbuckle and climbs up. He tries for a superplex but Dragon blocks the move. He pushes Predator off the turnbuckle forcing gravity to do it’s job as Predator slams down onto the mat. He rolls over from the impact holding the back of his neck in pain. Dragon jumps down and tries for another stiff martial arts kick this time straight directed to his opponent’s skull. Predator ducks the kick and stands back up. Not wasting any time he kicks Dragon in the gut and quickly pulls off the pedigree with a high elevation. He rolls Davis over on his back and hooks the leg. The ref slams his hand on the mat for the count once more One….Two….Three!!

Phillip: Here is your winner….Predator!!

Camera cuts to commercial as Predator celebrates in the ring.

[Wyvern]

Segment: Heightened Motivation? (Credit: Wyvern)

The camera comes back from commercial with Wyvern standing in the hallway, talking to someone. As the camera swivels a little bit, it’s revealed it’s none other than the former diva champion Primera Black! The two talk to each other, as people pass by.

Wyvern: So, where have you been? Actually, where is Oliver, for that matter?

Primera: Wyvern, you know what happened to Oliver. He tried to come back, but he hasn’t been the same since Ridley has his way with him.

Wyvern: Yeah… It’s a shame. I could only imagine if Oliver could’ve stuck around, we would’ve been a larger force to be reckoned with here. Anyways, what brings you here?

Primera’s posture shifts, showing a sign of anxiety, she pulls out a piece of paper and speaks.

Primera: I received this letter from Stanton. It pretty much told me that either me or Oliver had to appear here tonight, or he would file a lawsuit. I could’ve sworn we finished out our contract, Wyvern. Something’s not right.

?: You know what’s not right? Questioning my business decisions.

The camera zooms out, revealing Stanton and his accomplice, Elias, as they stand in the hallway.

Stanton: Primera, you don’t understand do you? When you and your brother signed here in the ACW, you made a commitment. We gave you both a joint contract, to split the amount of appearances between the two of you. However, I’ve noticed that your brother’s ineptitude to follow a schedule makes Jeff Hardy look like a go-getter. Injured or not, you owe us.

Wyvern steps in between Stanton and Primera.

Wyvern: Stanton, leave her alone. She and Oliver have worked as hard as they could, given the circumstances.

Elias moves toward Wyvern, in a way that is intended to intimidate Wyvern.

Wyvern: Stay back, Elias. This is a fucking “A to B” conversation. “C” your way out of it.

Elias moves in further, but Stanton stops him. Stanton looks smugly at Wyvern.

Stanton: Why do you bother with Primera and Oliver, Wyvern? You, of anyone, should know that they ditched you when you needed them. The New Breed became a running joke, at one point you were nothing but a one-man crew. Where were they? And why are you here, you’re not supposed to be on this show.

Wyvern looks at Stanton, then at Primera. He eventually turns back, and stares deep into the eyes of Stanton.

Wyvern: Nevermind me. I said, leave them out of this. It wasn’t their fault for what happened, blame the person who’s made the insurance premiums of this company skyrocket. Blame fucking Ridley, not them.

Stanton: I could blame him, but I’m afraid he comes and goes as he pleases. However, his likeness is contracted to the ACW exclusively, and doesn’t command royalties away from the profits of this organization, unlike yourself. I actually hold you accountable for all of this. Look at you, you claimed there was no leader of the New Breed, but yet in spite of it all, you ran a one-man show, not even bothering to reach out to your stablemates. Hell, you waited a good month to even try to help out Davey. You’re pitiful. I should just terminate your contract right here and now…

Before Stanton can speak, a slap lands across his face, from a fed-up Primera, her eyes redden by the abuse she and Wyvern have taken. Elias quickly throws a punch to Primera, knocking her to the ground. Wyvern launches at Elias, grabs him by the throat and holds him to a wall, choking him.

Stanton: Wyvern, Primera… You two have made some bad choices in the past few moments. I wouldn’t continue doing what you’re doing, Wyvern. The schedule for the biggest night of the year is subject to change. I wouldn’t want you to miss it.

Wyvern lets Elias down, throwing him to the ground, and staring Stanton straight in the face. He backs up to help Primera to her feet.

Stanton: As for Primera, your final night here in the ACW, you will be wrestling against another female talent, Demensia. Fail to do so, and you and your brother will find out how hard it is to live off of ramen noodles and well water. However, me and Elias must be going now, we’ve got more pressing issues to deal with.

The two proceed to walk away, as Wyvern holds a crying Primera in his arms. As Stanton leaves, he speaks once more to Wyvern.

Stanton: Remember, Wyvern. Make the right choice.

He and Elias leave, leaving Wyvern and Primera in the hallway.

End of segment.


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Segment: In need of confidence? (Credit: Demensia)

The screen fades from black to Dem's locker room.She looks strangly high off the couch but then is revealed to be sitting on Youthy. Her hair is down today and she is wearing a tight t-shirt over fishnet and tight black jeans. Youthy has his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her shoulder.

Youthy:"I can't feel my legs....."

Dem:"Is that a fat joke?"

Youthy:"No.....I just can't feel my legs.."

Dem sighs and scoots over onto the couch. He puts his arm around her shoulders and Dem snuggles up to him.

Dem:"I know I ask you this everytime I have a match but.....do you think I'll win? I mean, cuz this dude I'm going against....Well....they've been here longer than I have and I'm sure they've got more expierence...."

Youthy:"Shut up. You were the number one contender for the IC title in XCWF...Now...Do you think that this person....what's their name?"

Dem:"Primera Black..."

Youthy:"Exactly.... Has been against Ben Van Halen for the Intercontinental Title?.."

Dem:"No...cuz Ben Van Halen is in jail for public intoxication...."

Youthy:"Well still...I don't think you'll have any problem...After tonight everyone's gonna know the you're serious about this...You want to be here and you deserve to be here...And you deserve be in better matches against people like Jade and Vinnie Dulario....Not against no names like Primera Black..."

Dem smiles and hugs her Youthy....

Dem:"You always know how to make me feel better..."

Youthy:"Well.....when you've chugged as much Code Red and snorted as many pixi-stix as we have together...You kinda start to know what's true and what's just bull shit..."

Dem smiles and lays down in Youthy lap. He pats her forehead and pushes her hair back out of her face...THe screen fades on the nauseatingly sweet scene....

[Wyvern]

Match 2 – Primera Black vs. Demesia

RESULTS – The match started promptly after Stanton left Wyvern and Primera, as Primera had next to no time to even get ready for this match, while it appeared Demesia was aware of this match beforehand. Primera tried her best here in this match, but it became apparent that she doesn’t have the desire to wrestle anymore after the recurring injuries her brother suffered. Demensia obviously capitalizes on this, hitting the Spookshow Thriller to get the three count. Primera heads to the back for the last time, as the crowd gives her an ovation.

[Wyvern]

Segment: A return match (Credit: Andy Starr)

Biff is sitting at his desk doing his normal General Manager routine. A knock comes from the door and Biff looks up as the door opens.

Biff: Ah, my newest star… Biff chuckles at his joke HA, star, I never cease to entertain myself.

The camera pans around to show Andy Starr standing in the doorway, duffle bag in hand.

Andy: Yes sir, that was pretty good. But I’m not here to make jokes. I’m here to ask for my first match back under contract. Who do you have available for me?

Andy moves to the seat in front of the desk and sits down. Biff looks down at his desk and takes a look at the Fallout roster.

Biff: Let’s see here… I have Gary.

Andy: No offense to Gary, he’s an awesome guy, but I was hoping for someone a little more challenging.

Biff: Ok, that would also eliminate Gooner and Wolf. Would you like another match with El Froggy?

Andy: As much as that would rock, I was hoping for someone who is a more technical wrestler.

Biff: I think I may have someone for you then. Daniel Ness. Scouted by none other then BK London, and owner of multiple wins here on Fallout.

Andy: Excellent. Daniel Ness, he sounds like he can put on a good match. Mr. Taylor, as long as I am here on Fallout, I promise I will put 110% in every match. Hopefully, after I win tonight, I will be one step closer to winning the Junior Title, and returning to my fellow superstars on Warfare and Meltdown.

Biff: Of course Andy, best of luck to you. I have watched some of your matches in the past, and I must say that Fallout was extremely lucky to have someone of your wrestling caliber with us. When you do finally make your way back to Warfare and Meltdown, I hope that you don’t forget about your stint on Fallout, and perhaps come and wrestle a couple matches… Hell, I wouldn’t mind you possibly becoming a trainer. But that’s in the distant future. Tonight, your match with Ness, I wish the best of luck.

Andy: Thank you sir and I promise not to disappoint you.

With that, Andy Starr stands up and picks up his duffle bag. He opens the door and walks out, with the camera following close behind. Walking down the hallways, he makes the turn towards the locker room. Once he reaches the door, he opens it and comes face to face with El Froggy Mask. Andy smiles.

Andy: Ah, Froggy, I wanted to thank you again for the great match on Thursday.

Froggy: You welcome. Hope we have match in future.

Andy: Yes, that would be great Froggy, I would greatly enjoy that. But for now, I have to go and get ready for my match against Daniel Ness. I will see you later Frogman.

Froggy: OK. See you later.

Froggy continues out the door and down the hallway as Andy makes his way into the locker room. The camera does not follow and fades out as the door closes.

End of Segment.

[Wyvern]

Match 3: Hunter vs. Sakina (Credit: AK)

The noise from the arena audience can be heard well before the pictures fade in; the Fallout crowd resembles a playgroup of ADHD children who’ve not had their medication and binged on Haribo chemicals in candy form. Only Philip, of all people, wield sufficient authority to bring them back into some sort of order.

Philip: The next match is a singles contest set for one fall…..introducing first, from Antalya, Turkey, accompanied by Shawn Kiev….. Sakina Khalida!

There’s a decent pop from the Fallout fans, and Sakina walks a little taller tonight after her victory on Meltdown. Kiev glances back to check that she’s ok; he knows that this will be a big step up for his client, but his nerves are balanced by his own genuine belief in Sakina’s abilities. He assists her into the ring and then takes up his position on the outside.

Sakina warms up as the music transitions into “Thunderstruck”, and the crowd cheers loudly as her opponent appears.

Philip: And her opponent tonight, from Rochester NY, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable….Hunter!

Hunter acknowledges the crowd with a suave smile and a wave as he walks to the ring; like many of the superstars he holds a special affection for the Fallout fans. He enters the ring, and prepares himself before offering his hand to Sakina in a respectful gesture; Sakina blushes a little as she accepts it, she is still getting used to certain aspects of this country’s culture. Once the referee is satisfied that everything is as it ought to be, he signals for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Sakina’s ready this time for a rapid attack out of the gate, but Hunter holds back, preferring to circle a little and try to read his foe’s movements. This isn’t entirely successful as he finds himself being drawn to Sakina’s magnificent eyes; she holds his gaze for a few moments and then makes a move of her own, darting in and trying to get behind Hunter. Hunter swivels around and the pair lock up head to head; Hunter has much greater strength and starts to push forward, so Sakina wraps her legs around his waist, forcing him to carry her as well as applying her trademark crushing action. Hunter tries to disengage, but Sakina refuses to allow this; Hunter can see very little, so he listens for a second until he recognises Philip’s voice off to one side. Using this as a guide Hunter runs forward and succeeds in running Sakina on to the turnbuckle; it’s a heavy impact and loosens her grip so that Hunter can prise Sakina off. He keeps her in the corner, applying some strong chops to the chest and upper body, and follows through by slamming her down close to the ropes. From here it’s a simple matter for him to use his Equinox elbow drop from the top rope, and he shifts Sakina away from the ropes before pinning. Sakina kicks out at the 2 count and the pair split apart; Hunter is aware that he has a big advantage in toe to toe fighting and tries to initiate this now, only for Sakina to keep backing off and forcing Hunter to follow her around. Hunter starts to get a little frustrated and makes a rash move, and Sakina armdrags him to the ground, rolling with him so that she can apply her half Boston Crab before Hunter can pick himself up. Sakina adds pressure with one of her knees and Hunter grits his teeth; he’s resilient and shakes his head when queried by the ref as he hauls himself to the rope for the break, but he’s clearly feeling the effects of the hold keenly.

Hunter now faces something of a dilemma. Sakina’s strengths are in her technical skills, particularly at close range, but Hunter also needs proximity in order to capitalize on his abilities. He settles on a compromise; as Sakina moves in he whips her to the ropes and produces a mighty spinebuster before covering for a 2 count. He continues with his Thunderstorm, and the fans can tell that Sakina is being worn down fiercely, as her kick is weaker and a touch slower this time. Hunter’s fans start to chant for him; Hunter smiles, and lines Sakina up for a crowd – raising Spear, but as he hurtles forward Sakina jumps up at the perfect moment and handsprings over him, making contact with Hunter as he’s in mid – lunge. Hunter goes sprawling, and Sakina locks in an ankle lock with additional scissors that makes Hunter’s eyes water. Sakina wrenches with all her might, and for a moment Hunter looks as if he might just fold – but the noise of the crowd, which is deeply engrossed in the match, spurs him on and he turns over, using his other leg to kick until he succeeds in persuading Sakina to give up and try something else. Nevertheless Hunter seems to have trouble standing, and Sakina sees her chance; she moves to the ropes, and as Hunter rises she uses them to execute a top – rope spinning neckbreaker that draws a big pop from the fans. Her heart pounding, Sakina makes the pin, 1,2 – at 2.5 Hunter gets his shoulder up, and Kiev shouts to Sakina in his excitement, urging her to finish him off. Sakina returns to the ropes and prepares for the Morning Glory – but she’s been too hasty, and Hunter gets out of the way once she’s committed to the move. Sakina lands on the unforgiving mat, and Hunter gathers her up for the famous Shotgun. It fires off without a hitch, and Hunter makes a simple pin for the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner…….Hunter!

The crowd cheers for the victory, which was broadly what they had expected to see; Hunter seems pleased, but the sweat upon his skin and movement of his chest shows that he has had a real match tonight, and he gives both Sakina and Kiev a smile and a nod of acknowledgement as Kiev helps Sakina out of the ring. Hunter celebrates and enjoys the moment as Kiev and Sakina walk to the back; they’re quiet most of the way, but as they reach the curtain the mics pick up Sakina starting to talk excitedly in her own tongue, obviously keen to relate her experience to her manager. On this cheerful note, the scene fades out.

[Wyvern]

Match 4 – Andy Starr vs. Daniel Ness

RESULTS - In a match signed on the spot, this match caught the surprise of many. Andy Starr came out to a great welcoming reaction, and started his match with Daniel Ness. A pretty decent match arose out of this, Daniel Ness showing that his training is starting to improve dramatically. He fights off Starr for a decent amount of time before Andy rallies together and shows everyone he wasn’t a former lightweight champion for nothing, hitting the Exploding Starr and getting the three-count in an impressive fashion.

[Wyvern]

Match 5 – Falk Tallin vs. RDK (Credit: RDK)

Once we are back, Philip is in the ring, ready to announce the following contest....

Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Toronto, Canada, making his debut...Falk Tallin!

"Not Listening" Papa Roach hits the arena and A Falcon appears on the titantron and black and blue strobes begin to flash. Falk steps out from behind the curtain and stands still in the middle of the platform as he is surounded by a tube of white flares. He satys in the tube for a few seconds before dashing out to the right side and hyping the fans on that side, then moving to the left and doing the same. He moves onto the ramp and walks down, throwing his hands up in his signature taunt. He gets to the end and slides into the ring, and runs towards one of the four posts and chucks his jersye into the crowd after throwing his hands into the air. He jumps down and runs to the opposite posts throwing his hands into the air again and throwing his hat into the drowd. He jumps down moves to the middle, and flashes his taunt again, causing a flame to spiral up the ringpost and off the top.

Philip: And his opponent, he is The People's Champion, The Macho Man RDK!!!!

"Macho Man" hits the arena as RDK struts down the ramp bearing his signature sunglasses. The crowd is going ballistic over his presence on fallout and he salutes them before sliding into the ring, throwing his sunglasses to the ref, and waiting for the bell to ring...

Bell Rings

RDK and Fawk look each other down before locking up at mid-ring. Fawk takes down RDK by releasing from the grapple and hitting a drop kick to his knees. Taking RDK’s legs out from underneath him. Fawk eagerly waits for RDK to get back up, and once RDK is up, he hits a strong chop to his chest. RDK reels and Fawk goes for another but RDK ducks it and counters with a Jabroni Buster!!! RDK covers Fawk and is rewarded a 2 count before Fawk kicks out, still full of energy. RDK lifts Fawk up again and this time delivers a snap suplex, sending a thunderous thump through the mat as Fawk feels the impact. RDK is not done yet however as he pulls Fawk back up again, and delivers a DDT. RDK makes the cover, 1…2…kick out by Falk Tallin! The crowd cheers for the new comer's spirit, showing quite a bit of resilience to The Macho Man RDK. RDK, understanding that Falk needs some more impact to be defeated, picks him up, and whips Fawk into the ropes, and goes for a Macho Slam, but Fawk makes a swift counter and turns this into an R.K.O!!! Fawk waits for RDK to get back up, and once he does, Fawk hits a dropping clothesline, sending RDK trailing into the corner, followed by a rebound which makes RDK fall falt on the mat. Fawk goes for a cover. 1….2….kick out by RDK. Fawk picks up RDK, and tries to barrel suplex him to the mat, but RDK blocks it into one of his own, except this is a stalling suplex. RDK keeps Fawk high in the air as perfect as crystal. 1..........2...........3............4.............5...........6.......7........8........9......10! RDK releases and hits the Stalling Suplex with tremendous force! RDK however quickly picks Fawk up, and pulls him in for a difficultly done Neckbreaker, which crashes Fawk down to the mat. RDK quickly moves over to Fawk’s legs and tries to put him in a Texas Cloverleaf, but Fawk fights it off, kicking RDK square in the jaw to get out of the maneuver. Fawk rolls back up to his feet, and launches for a dropping clothesline at RDK, which connects, sending RDK into the corner. Fawk does not waste any time! He sets up RDK for the Ragnarok and connects! Fawk weakly rolls over onto RDK and the referee counts. 1-2-RDK kicks out! The crowd is buzzing and are stomping in appreciation. Fawk gets to his feet and has his jaw open in disbelief, he cannot believe it. He figures his Dropping clothesline has been successful before and three will be the charm. Once RDK gets up, Fawk goes for it however RDK ducks and catches him in a Rock Bottom, it happen so fast that nobody even realises what has just happened as RDK hooks the leg. 1….2….3! The bell rings.

Philip: Here is your winner, The Macho Man RDK!!!

The crowd goes nuts as RDK has his hand raised by the referee. He goes to the turnbuckles and salutes the ACW crowd. Fawk gets up and rolls out, knowing that whether or not he won, he wrestled a great match and plans to do better in the future. Fade Out.

[Wyvern]

Match 6 – Angelo vs. Daredevil

RESULTS – A very close match overall, with both sides displaying the reasons why they are some of the best talent the ACW has to offer. Daredevil takes to the offensive early, leaving a less agile Angelo reeling for a good portion of the match. However, Angelo finds an opportunity after a botched moonsault attempt, and ends up shifting the momentum of the match, resulting with Angelo locking in the Glock Lock for the victory.

[Wyvern]

Match 7 – BK London vs. Davey Marvel – Hardcore Match

RESULTS – A terrific match from start to finish. At the bell, both men stayed strictly within their regular arsenal of moves, with both men going toe to toe, and not losing their ground. Then BK made the first step to bringing weapons in, first nailing Marvel with a fire extinguisher. An onslaught ensued, with Marvel surprising BK with a flying chair shot, pulverizing him with a kendo stick in an inverted tree of woe, and arguably the biggest spot of the night, an Aztec suplex through a table. However, BK wouldn’t stay down for the count, as he dropped Marvel with a top-rope London-plex onto a chair, knocking Marvel out cold and allowing BK to pick up the win.

[Wyvern]

Match 8 – Cernunnos vs. Anthony Kalb: ACW Junior Title (Credit: Senator)

The atmosphere is tense yet excited coming off the break. The audience remembers the first match between these two, which arguably was the most intense match in Fallout history. The referee looks nervous, knowing that he has a tough task ahead of him.

Soon enough, Pink Floyd’s "Money" plays over the PA, with the Capitalists walking out from the back.

Phillip: Announcing now, the former ACW Junior champion, and a member of the Senatorial Stable, Anthony Kalb!

Kalb and Fitsharris enter the ring, with Fitsharris quickly rolling to the outside, swiping Phillip’s chair as usual. Kalb jumps around in place, loosening up for what could be the toughest match of his life. The lights darken soon, and Imperial March plays. Cernunnos enters the Arena, wearing a hooded cloak, and carrying a torch, lighting a huge fireball which creates a flaming pentagram on the entrance ramp as he did in the first encounter with Kalb.

Phillip: Announcing next, the current ACW Junior Champion, weighing in at three hundred and seventy-five pounds, Cernunnos!

Cernunnos walks to the ring, the torch lighting his way, Kalb can be seen to drop into a fighting stance, facing Cernunnos, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a chair swinging Kevin Fitsharris blasts the Celtic Monster in the back of the head! Cernunnos drops his torch, but not his composure, as he no-sells the chair shot, turning around, and nearly causing Fitsharris to wet himself! Kalb realizes that it’s now or never, and in a spectacular move never seen before from the 6’7, 265 man, leaps through the ropes with a flying suicide dive, knocking Cernunnos into the guardrail. Kalb and Fitsharris both pound the Junior champ with punches and kicks before being tossed off like insects. Cernunnos enters the ring, taking his cloak off, and the bell rings, as Kalb follows him, clipping his opponent’s knees out from behind with a chop block. Anthony Kalb is showing a new found confidence that comes from overcoming the adversity of a major injury, lighting into Cernunnos with crossface punches from a back mount position. Cernunnos throws one back elbow, stunning Kalb, and is able to get back up to his feet. Cernunnos grabs Kalb, pulling him in with no effort, lifting him up into a hanging vertical suplex, and after about eight seconds in the air, he falls back, slamming Kalb into the mat. Cernunnos picks his opponent up, but Kalb quickly fires right hands into the face of his opponent, bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a stiff lariat, staggering the Junior champ. Fitsharris immediately jumps up on the apron, while the ref turns his head, Kalb throws a huge left hook right into the nether regions of his opponent. Cernunnos’s eyes look as if they are about to pop out of his head, with his veins nearly popping out of his head. Kalb strikes once again with some knee lifts, once again, with the ref still distracted, these appear to land somewhat below the belt. Cernunnos drops to the ground, with Anthony Kalb covering. The referee, though, is yelling at Kevin Fitsharris for grabbing his shoe and pulling him outside the ring, and is absent for the call.

Cernunnos tosses Kalb off in a split second anyway, rolling to the corner. Kalb does not let his opponent have any rest, though, running over, and baseball sliding Cernunnos out of the ring, and coincidentally, right into the referee, who is unprofessionally slapping Kevin Fitsharris in the face for having poked him in the chest repeatedly. The ref drops like a sack of potatoes, with Fitsharris nervously stomping the Celtic Monster on the floor. Kalb quickly joins him, the pair picking Cernunnos up, and tossing him into the ring. Cernunnos gets to his feet though, before the Capitalists can capitalize, dropping Fitsharris with one quick right hand. The champ fires a right at Kalb, too, but, amazingly, Kalb manages to stay on his feet by bouncing back against the ropes, coming back with a series of his own punches. Fitsharris checks the referee, and grabs a chair, going back in the ring. Cernunnos and Kalb are in the middle of a titanic struggle in the middle of the ring, matching each other punch for punch, Kalb’s training after recovering from his injury apparently giving him new found endurance and toughness, when Fitsharris takes the chair, holding it sideways, and going from behind, brings the chair up, nailing Cernunnos in the groin. The Junior champion drops to the mat, the cheap and illegal assault having an effect on him. Kalb picks him up into a ready position for what appears to be the Pre-Emptive Strike elevated powerbomb…but that’s not going to work, as Cernunnos sends Kalb flying in what is quickly dubbed by the internet fans as the “Sky High Back Body Drop.” Kalb gets some serious hang time, before bouncing off the top rope on the way down, crashing into the mat off the rebound.

Fitsharris, though, was ready, reaching into his coat jacket, he pulls out something into his hand…and throws a handful of salt into Cernunnos’s eyes. The Celtic Monster is once again dazed by an illegal attack, throwing random punches in the air…before a recovered Kalb and Fitsharris both whip Cernunnos into the ropes, Fitsharris bounces off the opposite ropes as Kalb stands in the middle of the ring. Upon return, Kalb catches Cernunnos in the middle of the ring with the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business, and as the big man comes down, Fitsharris comes back with his lightning leg lariat, catching Cernunnos in the throat with a sickening thud, and bringing him down at an awkward angle, the Capitalists having completed their first successful NASDAQ Attack in the ACW! Fitsharris rolls the unconscious referee into the ring, and once again, reaching into his coat jacket, pulls out a small capsule, breaking it under the ref’s face. The ref recovers with a jump, and quickly makes the count for Kalb…1…2…3!

Phillip: Your winner, and the NEW ACW JUNIOR CHAMPION, ANTHONY KALB!

Kalb holds the belt up high, and Fitsharris stands besides him, not noticing that a very, very ticked off former champion is standing behind them, apparently able to stand after the NASDAQ Attack. The Capitalists turn around to stand at another side of the ring…and walk right into a double lariat, which flattens the pair. Cernunnos grabs what was his belt, and looks at it for a second, before laying it down over Kalb’s face.

Cernunnos: Here you go, champ. Have fun with your little gold belt there.

Cernunnos walks out of the ring, and it is apparent that the former champ knows that might still be holding the belt if the Capitalists hadn’t taken such cheap tactics. In the ring, Kalb and Fitsharris both recover to some degree, Fitsharris nervously watching Cernunnos leave through the entranceway, while Kalb brushes himself off, and once again holds his belt to the crowd.

With all that has happened here tonight, a few questions are left unanswered:

What’s with Stanton and Wyvern? More importantly, what’s the “right choice”?

Is Andy Starr ready to jump back into the spotlight?

Where was Tracy Finn?!

These questions and more will all be revealed in time. Until next time, get ready to tune in and mark out!

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Wyvern]

I apologize for the shortened results, but I'm chock full with writing duties today and a good portion of tomorrow, as I have a research paper due.

[Latino]

Not a bad show man and don't worry about the results we all get busy from time to time.

[scrawn]

No problem at all Yv.

But may I suggest for the future limiting the card to 5 matches? It would be great help for you, considering today you were unfortunate not to be able to write the matches.

Also I'm sorry for not helping to write a match. I should be able to in the future

[hunter]

Good show from what you could gather. I applaud your efforts...