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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 18:52:58 GMT -5
Saturday Night Fallout: A New Beginning (Opening: Senator)
As the show opens, the first segment starts off with Tim Dwight standing in his gym, with a Fallout shirt on.
Dwight: Hello, this is “Textbook” Tim Dwight, and I have the honor of welcoming everyone here to the fastest hour on television! Yes, this is the new era of Fallout, an exciting new time for all of us. Fallout has become its own entity now, separate from Alpha Championship Wrestling. We still receive their endorsements, as for now, we will be running shows in the ACW Arena, and our titles are sanctioned by ACW. However, I’m sure that everyone out there wants to know what we’re going to do on this first night…tonight you will witness Predator defend his ACW Junior Title against the King of Kingsport, Beau James. Dangerous Nicholas Alger, the Capitalists, and even Stan H. Johnston from my Gym will all compete as well. Even so, I think everyone will truly be interested in the opening match, the very first match of the new era, as the always impressive Felix Santana Junior will face the Golden Child of Fallout, El Froggy Mask! And with that, I’ll send you over to the ACW Arena, and our announcing staff…
Fallout 17th February 2005
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New Era Opening Match
El Froggy Mask vs. Felix Santana Jr.
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DNA vs. Gary
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#1 Tag Contender's Match
Felix Sr. and Cool Flame vs. D-Train
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Tim Dwight Gym Graduation Match
Stan H. Johnston vs. "The Marxist" Joseph Harpo
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ACW Junior Tag Titles Rematch
The Capitalists vs. The Lost Boys ACW Junior Tag Title
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ACW Junior Title
Predator vs. Beau James
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After Dwight leaves a clip of the many memories from the old Fallout flashes across the titantron in a sequence. The video closes, with the show ready to begin.
“Take that, bitches! This isn’t your momma’s Fallout!”
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:13:00 GMT -5
Match 1: Felix Santana Junior vs. El Froggy Mask (Credit: Senator)
As the show shifts to the ACW Arena, the fans are yelling their heads off, and causing quite a commotion, chanting “Fallout”. The upper decks are blacked out, and the front rows are pushed closer to the ring, allowing for a closer camera angle, and a more intimate feel for the action.
R.J. Fisher: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Fallout! My name is R.J. Fisher, and this is my colleague, Dean Bardo!
Dean Bardo: I’d like to welcome the fans as well.
Fisher: Bardo’s not a man for many words, but he can describe the action better than anyone I’ve seen in my time here as the Media Director. That said…if you’d listen to that, that’s Gasolina playing, and Felix Santana Junior’s making his way to the entrance!
Felixes Junior and Senior walk down to the ring, Senior wearing the new Fallout Shirt* and hefting his trademark baseball bat. Felix Junior runs up to the top turnbuckle and poses for the fans, as Green Hornet plays, and the lights dim, with a green spotlight focused on the entranceway.
(*Red color, Front: “Saturday Night Fallout” in gold italic block letters. Back: “The Fastest Hour on Television!” in cursive letters)
Fisher: It’s El Froggy Mask, arguably the most popular competitor here on Fallout, at least he’s the top merchandise seller by far of anyone here! He’s known for his unique ring attire, and his unparalleled leaping ability sets him apart from anyone else in the industry.
Froggy runs down the ramp, and leaps up onto the apron, flipping forwards into the ring. Felix Junior poses on top of the turnbuckle once again…and notices the mysterious masked figure, Cool Flame has appeared in the entranceway with a chair, and sits down with his arms crossed.
Within the ring, Felix jumps down, as Froggy jumps in place as the bell rings. Froggy immediately rushes forwards with a flying spiral lariat, dropping his opponent before he can even set his feet. Froggy then leaps up high into the air, and drops a high impact elbow on Felix, knocking the wind out of the Dominican native. Froggy jumps up again going for another elbow drop, but Felix is able to roll out of the way. Froggy also rolls to his feet at the same time, and the two stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Felix calls for a test of strength, and Froggy quickly obliges. Both competitors lock hands, neither gaining an advantage over the other, but Felix starts to overpower Froggy, forcing him into a back bridge, standing on his head. The green clad luchador, though, is not at a disadvantage for long, and pushes his legs up into a low angle swinging headscissors move. Santana rolls out of the move to his feet, and charges in, Froggy, though, sees him coming in, and back body drops his opponent over the ropes. Felix lands on the apron, and braces himself to launch with a slingshot attack, but Froggy, with a nearly superhuman ring sense, or perhaps just a good view of the Alphatron, sees his opponent on the apron, and launches up with a rear no look dropkick, rolling forward out of the move, and sending Felix Santana Junior right into…
Fisher: Not the announcer’s table! He just flew right into our announcers’ table sternum first!
Bardo: You know, that does happen, Fisher.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:13:30 GMT -5
Felix was able to turn in mid air, and land chest first, avoiding the impact that comes from going through the table, but is still surely dazed. Felix Senior quickly paces over and checks on his son, baseball bat in hand. Froggy, though, is not intimidated, and runs off the opposite ropes, coming back, leaping onto the top rope, and springboarding off with a huge sky high plancha that nearly overshoots, and knocks all three men onto the announcers’ table, Froggy rolling off the table and right at the feet at our peerless announcers…
Bardo: If you notice, El Froggy Mask is not afraid to sacrifice his own self to deal more damage to the opponents. At this point, referee Jessie Reynolds could start counting the competitors out, but he’s choosing not to do so, as this match would not be served well with a count out.
Fisher: Yeah, that’s certainly not what our distinguished fans would want to see! They want to see the action that you can only see here on Fallout, and they also want to see clean wins, something that better happen in this match!
Reynolds heads to the outside, and checks on both competitors to see if they can continue. Felix actually recovers first, and makes his back into the ring, somewhat woozy. Froggy takes a little more time, but also hobbles into the ring, favoring his left leg. Felix runs off the ropes, and returns with a sliding dropkick to Froggy’s knee, knocking him to the mat. Froggy attempts to kip up to his feet, but is caught with a drop toe hold and sent right back into the mat. Felix capitalizes with a knee stomp, and locks in a reverse Indian deathlock. Felix falls back repeatedly, putting pressure on his opponent’s legs, but does not keep up the assault for long, shifting the hold into the beginning of a Romero Special, the Mexican Surfboard Stretch. Froggy puts up little resistance, unable to move around with Felix standing on his legs. The pride of the Santana family slowly gets Froggy’s arms up and behind him, locking them in a double chickenwing, and then carefully rolls back, placing El Froggy Mask in a combination of the Santana Vice and the Mexican Surfboard.
Bardo: Now there’s a unique submission hold for you, I honestly do not think I have ever seen that before…
Froggy yells in pain, and thrashes his head about, unable to escape the hold. The referee checks on him, but Froggy is not one to give up so easily, and after some time, Felix lets go of the hold, unable to keep it locked in anymore. Froggy jumps to his feet, and swings his arms around, clearly still feeling the results of the submission. Felix attempts to tie up with his opponent, but receives a huge standing dropkick to the face. The masked luchador then runs off the ropes, only to be tripped up by Felix Senior. Referee Jessie Reynolds, though checking on Felix Junior, sees the interference, and rushes over to the ropes, sending the elder Santana to the back, albeit, not without protest. Felix Junior gets to his feet, and argues with the referee, but El Froggy Mask takes advantage of the situation, and locks his opponent’s arms behind his head, hitting a perfect Tiger Suplex, and holding for the pin…
…1
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:13:50 GMT -5
Felix kicks out! Froggy gets to his feet, shrugs his head, and rushes right back at the recovering Felix Junior, running past him, leaping off the ropes, and coming back with a springboard dropkick. Felix rolls to his feet, and attempts to hammer throw Froggy into the corner, but is counter-whipped into the corner himself, and receives a forearm to the jaw for his efforts. Felix is stunned, and El Froggy takes advantage, literally leapfrogging him to get on the top turnbuckle…only to see Cool Flame staring him down from the end of the entrance ramp. The mysterious masked figure from Dwight’s Gym says not a word, but merely points to Froggy, and then does a cutthroat motion with the other hand. Froggy shakes his head, and starts to turn around, but the mistake has been made. Felix recovers, runs up the ropes on the side, walks over on the top rope, and just as Froggy starts to turn around, Felix is there, and leaps off the ropes…completing…
Fisher: A leaping flipping piledriver maneuver off the top turnbuckle!! That was simply horrific!! You’ll not see that anywhere but right here on Fallout, eh Dean?
Bardo: Incredible, just incredible, an avalanche style El Santana Driver. If that doesn’t end this match, nothing will. That move was an illustrative definition of a high-risk maneuver. If Felix so as much as slipped, he would perhaps be the one sprawled out on the mat right now.
The referee, Jessie Reynolds, checks on the fallen El Froggy Mask, and then quickly motions to the timekeeper’s table, making a quick “X” motion with his arms.
Phillip: As a result of a referee stop, the winner of the match, Felix Santana Junior!
Felix Junior celebrates in the middle of the ring, as the medics place Froggy on a gurney and roll him away. Felix appears a bit concerned for his opponent, but hey, that’s what happens when you take on a Santana! Cool Flame points to Felix from outside the ring, and merely nods for a moment before calmly walking to the back. Felix appears confused for a moment, but continues his celebration in the ring, having won the first match in a new era, and decisively defeating his greatest foe, as well. So far, it’s been a good night to be a Santana, and a Fallout viewer, for that matter.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:14:24 GMT -5
Segment: Alls well that ends well
It’s slightly dark in the backstage area, where a camera walks around, looking for some
action. It finally manages to catch some, as it notices a door slightly open and the cameraman gently pushes through, so it is able to catch what is happening inside. What is seen is Biff Taylor sitting at his desk, constructing a model of a Harley Davidson, whilst the Glamour Boy stands, looking a little awkward as he has nothing to do.
Biff: So tonight Fallout finally restarts! It’s a fresh beginning, with all that crap watered out. But we still have a few nasty faults in the line, such as not only that Wolf has decided to stay on in Fallout, but that Predator has signed exclusively to Fallout! It’s terrible really.
Glamour Boy: Yeah, err, it is, boss…
Biff: But all is well! I am the SSW champion, the Capitalists are Junior tag champions, and we even won at Ragnarok, didn’t we? Well it’s just goin’ all good for the Fallout GM here…
Biff continues constructing his model, until he suddenly slips, and the model falls to pieces.
Biff: God DAMNIT!
Glamour Boy laughs as Biff slams the desk in annoyance at failing to construct his model properly. The cameraman then slowly leaves as Biff tries to reconstruct his model.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:16:26 GMT -5
Match 2: Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. Gary (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, ACW’s resident jobber, Gary is standing in the ring, jumping up and down as “Loser” plays.
Fisher: Despite a simply horrid win/loss record, Gary remains an extremely popular personality on Fallout. The fans adore his never-say-die attitude, his ability to come back from a beating, and his rare upset wins!
Bardo: True, but he’s facing Nick Alger here, a guy known both for his temper and his mixed martial arts background. DNA weighs over two-hundred pounds more than Gary, which has to be a major factor in this match.
Suddenly, Eagleheart plays over the PA, and Dangerous Nicholas Alger makes his way to the entrance, with two corner men flanking him, wearing customized DNA gear and carrying water bottles, towels, and a bucket.
Phillip: Announcing next, hailing out of Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, Dangerous Nicholas Alger!
Alger walks into the ring, and stares Gary down as the bell rings. Gary, for his part, assumes an exaggerated old-style boxing stance, with his fists moving back and forth. Alger wastes no time closing in on his opponent, who throws a series of body punches with little result. DNA, for his part, responds with a looping high kick, knocking Gary back, and flopping right out through the ropes. Alger walks back to his corner, and gets a drink of water from one of his corner men, swishing it around and spitting it back into the bucket. Gary, by this time manages to get back into the ring, with microphone in hand, walking up to his opponent. DNA looks at him but does not attack.
Gary: All together with me! Uno, Ni, Trois! DAAAAA!
Fisher: I didn't know Gary was multilingual!
Bardo: On the other hand, I do know one other thing about Gary, he's completely nuts.
On the familiar Inoki shout, Gary suddenly drops back on his rear, and shoots a low kick into Alger’s knee. DNA is incensed, and rushes forward, but Gary is too quick, and manages to scoot around on the mat, repeatedly throwing low kicks at Alger’s knees. DNA finally manages to herd Gary into a corner, and stops him with a vicious axe kick style stomp to the chest.
Fisher: Wow! That ended Gary’s offensive spurt!
Bardo: No kidding, Mr. Fisher.
DNA turns his back, and heads back to his corner, getting another drink of water, while Gary amazingly manages to get back to his feet again. As Alger turns back around, Gary rushes in, going for a charging double leg takedown. Problem is, Alger doesn’t budge an inch, and merely looks down at his opponent with a bit of an amused and disgusted expression on his face. Gary backs off and once again attempts to shoot in on DNA, but this time, he’s met in the face with a thunderous knee strike. Gary slumps down, as Alger catches him in a double underhook, and going back to his early days as a pure style wrestler, drops Gary with the Apoptosis Tiger Driver for the pin…
…1
…DNA decides that winning by pinfall is not enough, and stands up, hooking Gary’s leg in the process, and turning into his ankle lock/standing half crab combination, the Critical Condition! Gary has no chance but to tap out!
Phillip: Your winner, by submission, Dangerous Nicholas Alger!
Alger holds onto the submission for a little time longer, until Cliff Mortimer, the referee, breaks it up along with the help of DNA’s corner men, who toss him his towel, and lift him up on their shoulders to celebrate the win as we go to the break.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:16:50 GMT -5
Segment: Assertions and Challenges…and Something Else
(Credit: Senator)
As the next segment opens, a wide pan of the crowd is done by the cameras, showing the energetic excitement of the Fallout crowd, who are clearly an incredibly enthusiastic bunch. These cheers, though, quickly change to boos as a certain theme airs…
R.J. Fisher: Whoa, Nelly! Born in the USA! That can only mean one thing, the Capitalists are here!
Dean Bardo: Just what we needed here on our first night on the new Fallout, a long protracted speech…
Sure enough, the Fallout Junior Tag Champions walk to the ring in their trademark suits, Kalb with his title over his shoulder, and Fitsharris wearing his around his waist. Fitsharris motions for the microphone, and receives it.
Kevin Fitsharris: Well, well, well, would you look at this! It is not often that I am at a loss of words, but your deafening response has indeed placed me in such a predicament! I know all the constituents are thrilled to see that we…
Kalb reaches over and snatches the mike from his fellow champion.
Anthony Kalb: Ok, Kev, you can stop copping the Senator now, this is OUR show, and these are OUR belts! We are the ACW Junior Tag Champions, and we got those belts OUR way! You may not like it, but we got gold again, and we got this gold for good! Now I’ve heard rumblings around in the back claiming that the only reason we got these belts is because of Biff Taylor. Nothing could be further from the…well, some things could be further from the truth, but the only thing we got from Biff was an opportunity. Guess that it seems that preferred dealing with us over having Lost Boys as champs. That’s fine, but Biff, the guys in the back, and you people are going to have to get one thing through your heads, we’re not Biff’s hired hitmen, we’re not his lapdogs, we’re not in any way connected to him. He wants something done, he can get someone else.
The crowd cheers at this declaration, clearly glad to see someone else stand up to the controlling Fallout GM, as Fitsharris grabs the microphone.
Fitsharris: Yeah, Biff, you’re our boss only as far as our contracts say, we’re not doing your dirty work! That said, however, we’re not going to go join the little clique in the back that thinks they’re standing up against Biff, either! You people think you’re getting screwed, you can go do something yourselves, we have better things to do!
Suddenly, the sound of a train rumbling in plays over the PA, shortly followed by 50 Cent’s song, Wanksta…announcing the arrival of the D-Train! Daunte Thomas and Freight Train McMichaelson make their way down to the ring, with D-Man talking on the mike all the way down.
D-Man Daunte Thomas: Yo, yo, yo, yo, dawgs! Da D-Train’s in da house, ya’ll! Hey, Capitalists, you want to run your mouths and waste these dawgs’ time? This is the new Fallout! These people want to see some action, not Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum going on, and on, and on, and on, until you put everyone all to sleep! Now, I’m not gonna do that, so I’m keepin’ this brief, and I’m challenging the two of you right here, right now, for those belts!
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:17:08 GMT -5
The two teams stand in the ring in a stare down, neither side backing down. Suddenly, the lights dim, “Cry Little Sisters” plays, and the former champs make their way to the top of the entrance ramp.
Fisher: The Lost Boys! The former champs are going to want something to say here for sure!
Uriel: Hey! Over here, dudes! You guys want a shot at those ACW Junior Tag Titles? You think you really can just step in and get one? Hell, I want to know what stash you’re smoking from…and if we can get some! If Los Capitalists want to make jackasses of themselves…why not let them for now? Who’d even want to see Z-Train with those titles? We got a rock headed guy here who’s only in wrestling since he couldn’t cut it in football, and we got…oooh, a street thug! What you gonna do, D-Man, pull out your nine millimeter and take the titles that way? Last I heard, you two’ve lost more matches than you’ve won, and oh...dude, we got a little thing called a rematch…
Freight Train’s face turned more and more red through Uriel’s mocking speech, and snatches D-Man’s microphone.
Freight Train: Lost Boys? Why not make like your dumbassed name, and get lost! Seems to me that you two losers could have said the same thing for yourselves before you got lucky and won that little thing for those belts! I think that it’s time for some fresh blood on those ACW Junior Tag Titles, and it’s not going to be yours, loser!
All of the sudden, Gasolina plays over the sound system…
Fisher: What’s this, it’s a veritable smorgasbord of Fallout talent here! Everyone wants a shot at those tag titles!
A spotlight focuses on the top row of the lower deck in the ACW Arena, as the Santanas make their way down to the ring through the crowd, fresh from Felix Junior’s match with El Froggy Mask. Felix Senior carries his trademark baseball bat with him, and uses it to shove several unruly people out of his way.
Felix Junior: What’s up guys, a party’s going on here and nobody invited the Santanas? What a shame, I guess that we’ll just invite ourselves! My Papi and I both think we need in on this, for the sake of the fans! I mean, really, somebody’s gotta represent the people here, and that’s us!
A hearty smattering of boos resounds throughout the Arena, although, it’s not unanimous, with many people respecting Felix and Felix for their skills.
Memnoch: If you two think you’re representing the people, you’re greatly deluded. Those titles are ours, and if Biff was fair, he’d give us the shot!
Fitsharris: Get it through your little puny pot smoking head, you lost! No reason you should face us again, unless you want to be our training dummies again!
Felix Senior: No more! We don’t care how we get a match for those titles, we don’t care if we have to face all of you, and we’ll do it!
Felix Junior gives his father a dubious look for his last comment, but shrugs his shoulders and makes the international gesture for “those titles are mine,” motioning around his waist.
As the Santanas and the Lost Boys slowly make their way into the ring, a four way face off takes place, nobody making a move…until the sound of a motorcycle revving plays, quickly followed by Immigrant Song.
Fisher: Biff’s joining in the festivities! I think we’re going to get this mess sorted out!
Bardo: About time, if you ask me.
Biff Taylor: Enough already! Hey guys, I don’t want to have to get rough here, but I’m going to lay down the law! Kalb, Fitsharris, if you’re trying to tick me off, you’ve accomplished it. So, then, you two WILL defend those tag belts, right here, tonight!
The crowd pops, predictably at that statement.
Biff: Now then, you’re gonna defend them, and defend them against the Lost Boys. I couldn’t care less who wins, just as long as you make Fallout look good.
D-Man: What about the D-Train?
Biff: What about it? You two have been buggin’ me for months now, but since I’m a generous kinda guy, I’ll give you a number one contenders match against…the Santanas, next time, right here on Fallout! And after saying that, get out of my ring, we’re running overtime.
Biff’s command leads to the teams making their way out of the ring, and for the show to go to commercials, signaling for the
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:18:17 GMT -5
Instead, we see a somewhat strange crooked overhead camera angle of the big screen, with the silhouettes of two rather large headed figures appearing in what looks to be the main AV center of the ACW Arena.[/i]
??: Uhh, you don’t think that button did anything?
??: Heheheh, why not, Jason? Hey, look over there, it’s a microphone…and it’s attached or something to the desk! Why’d they do that?
The dialog quickly makes it clear that the two individuals are Jason Daniels and Ken Williams of Dwight’s Gym.
Jason Daniels: Uhh, I don’t know, maybe for karaoke or something?
Ken Williams: Try it! Try it!
Daniels: I think you have to push the switch on it…there….uhhh, what should I say…
Williams: Say that you suck!
Daniels (Amplified to a ridiculous ear splitting degree over the entire arena): Uhhh, Ken Williams is a turd burglar…uhhh…
Williams: Heheheh…wait…shut up nimrod! Hey, look at that! The TVs there have a menu, like a sort of a clip player or...
Daniels: Let me see it! Rock on, you can watch any wrestling thing on that! I think that’s uhh, Dwight’s collection!
Williams: Play it! Find Rena’s matches, heheheh.
Williams and Daniels continue to waste valuable commercial time by perusing through Dwight’s extensive collection of clips, each of which is played full screen on the Alphatron, albeit with “special commentary.”
A clip of Gooner losing to Anthony Kalb by his own superkick knocking himself down plays
Daniels: Did he ever win a match, what a nerd…
A clip of Toshiaki Kawada hitting a jumping high kick on Mitsuharu Misawa plays
Williams: Heheh, isn’t that the, uh, that Chinese wrestling that Dwight loves to show us…
Daniels: Shut up, ass monkey, that’s obviously…Indian or something…
A clip of Tim Dwight getting eliminated from last year’s Fallen Heroes battle royale plays
Daniels: Uhh, like rock on, that uhh, rules!
Williams: Yeah! Heheheh! Yeah!
A clip of Ridley demolishing Anthem with a rolling head drop Tiger Driver series in the infamous legalized murder match plays
Daniels: That, uhh, looks like it really hurt…
Williams: I don’t think that guy even has a neck now, it like compacted into his body!
Daniels: Like, it compacted into his ass!
A clip of John Cena going for his fist drop plays, and immediately changes
Williams: My eyes! Aagh!
Daniels: Like, I never want to see that lamer ever again…
A clip of Rena and Alicia Kitsune from their Winters Discontent match plays
Williams: Yeah! That’s it!
Daniels: Isn’t this where they, uhh, make out or something?
Right before the aforementioned scene plays, a scuffle is overheard in the room, and the clip cuts out to the room, with the lights now on, a plethora of security guards and AV techs hovering over the switchboard, and Tim Dwight standing with his arms folded in the doorway.
Dwight: You guys just wasted valuable commercial time, if you weren’t recommended by a very reputable individual, I’d kick you two out of this place this instance! Instead, though, I think I can come up with a sufficient punishment in the workout I have planned…and, sir, please do cut to the commercials now!
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:18:45 GMT -5
Segment: The Champ is Here
We cut back from the commercials, where Fisher and Harpo are discussing things off the microphone. Philip is talking to some fan members and even signing shirts when ‘Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love Babe’ suddenly hits the PA system, and the fans begin to boo as Fallout’s self-proclaimed love machine walks through the curtains, looking cocky as ever with the Junior Title around his waist. He struts down to the ring and slowly enters, taking a microphone as he goes through. He stands up, and the fans boo him as he impatiently waits for them to stop.
Predator: So what’s up, Pred-heads?
The fans begin to boo, but Predator is quick to cut them off.
Predator: Now I know what you’re going to say. What is a future World Champion doing on a show as low down and crappy as Fallout? Well the answer, my friends, is simple. This shining piece of gold, which happens to be my fourth piece of gold here in ACW, is the ACW Junior Title. Now unlike the anti-Pred-heads in the back, I have realized that there is more than enough potential on Fallout, and therefore I am offering a title shot to anyone in the back!
Predator takes a couple of steps back in amusement, as the fans look towards the Alphatron, hoping that a worthy contender will walk out. Suddenly, ‘Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits and the fans go completely nuts as they expect Wolf to walk out. Predator looks in shock when the arena lights suddenly black out. Predator panics, running from one side of the ring to the other, when the lights come back on. Predator is hiding at the far ropes from the Alphatron, but sees nobody there. He takes a breath of relief, but the fans are still cheering, even when the music stops. Then, a shadowy figure that the camera cleverly hides taps Predator on the shoulder. Predator and the camera turns around to see Wolf, standing on the apron. He waves at Predator, who gasps in shock and falls backwards. But Wolf holds his hands up for peace, and enters the ring, lifting his brother up before getting on the microphone.
Wolf: Hey brother, chill down! I’m not here to ask for a match.
Predator still looks a little scared, still slightly backing off Wolf, but Wolf extends an arm.
Wolf: Look. I’ve been a big star since I came to Fallout, but I’m not interested in that title. I have far more important things to worry about.
Predator hesitates a little before shaking his brother’s hand. The fans clap to show their appreciation for Predator and Wolf’s reconciliation.
Wolf: But one thing I ask is that my friend Beau James gets a title shot later tonight. You ok with that?
Predator pauses, almost considering not giving the title shot. But he looks at Wolf, who has that look in his eye and Predator is swift to nod his head in approval. The fans cheer at the prospect of that main event match, as the two brothers start talking off of the camera.
Fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:28:23 GMT -5
Match 3: Junior Tag Titles No. 1 Contender's - Santana Senior/Cool Flame vs. D-Train (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Fans are eager and excited to get the next set of matches underway as they see Phillip standing in the ring getting ready to introduce the next match.
Phillip: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring first weighing in at a combined weight of 410 pounds Santana Senior and COOL FLAME!!
Four mariachi players come out from behind the curtains and start playing generic Latin music as a few moments later Cool Flame (which gets the fans to boo more) walks out to the ramp cheering trying to get the crowd pumped and Felix Santana Senior comes out moments later strutting to the ring. Once they get into the ring Cool Flame hops onto the middle turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, while Felix Santana Senior just stands in the ring and makes some last minute adjustments to his attire before the match starts.
Phillip: And their opponents weighing in at a respectable combined weight of 550 pounds…D-TRAIN!!
The fans get pumped to see D-Train come out as The Freight train’s Wait and Bleed by Slipkot plays on the PA system. D-Train makes their way to the ring to a round of pops from the crowd and pose in the turnbuckle corners for sometime before they hop down and wait for the ref to ring the bell to get the match under way.
Bell Rings.
The bell rings and both teams decide who is going to start off the match. Felix Santana Senior gives the honour to Cool Flame to start off for their team. D-Train decided to settle it by playing in a game of rock, paper, scissors. At the count of 3 though, just as both men are about to “unveil their hand” Cool Flame decides to take the initiative and attack the D-Man from behind. Big mistake; because unfortunately for Flame, D-man didn’t move a bit. Steve sees what happens and suggests that it would be best if D-Man starts off.
Daunte then turns around and gives Cool Flame an evil glare. If looks could kill then this would sure be convicted of murder. Cool Flame then turns around to tag in Santana but no one is there on the apron as Santana has hopped off the apron and is seen motioning Mr. Flame to clean up his own mess he started.
Cool Flame then turns around and goes to charge at Daunte but Daunte, being the big guy that he is doesn’t budge and Cool Flame just falls over to the ground. Daunte picks him up with ease and tosses him into the corner turnbuckle where he proceeds to give haymaker shots to the body and gut of Cool Flame. After about 10 or so punches he stops and steps out of the turnbuckle, Cool Flame does the same but with a dazed look in his eyes. Daunte grabs Cool Flame by his throat and starts to choke him a little but stops by the count of 3, he would then lift him into the air and toss him across the ring and almost into the opposite turnbuckle.
Daunte pauses and makes the tag to McMichaelson. The beast enters the ring and grabs Flame, hitting an easy scoop slam. He goes for the Patriot Tackle early on, but Flame is able to roll out the ring and out of the way. Flame then re-enters the ring shortly afterwards, looking to be rather more rejuvenated. But as he enters, McMichaelson hits the Patriot Tackle out of the blue. Only Flame jumps up and the last possible moment, hitting a Hurricarana. McMichaelson flies to the other side of the ring, and Flame makes a desperate tag to Santana Senior.
Senior enters the ring, cracking his knuckles as he starts to get to work on McMichaelson. He lifts the big man up and clubs him in the face with a couple of closed fist shots. This knocks McMichaelson off his ground, and is unable to reverse the whip that follows. Senior catches him and hits a Russian Leg Sweep, and smirks for a second as he takes time to catch his breath. But as he waits at the ropes nearby, Daunte Thomas shakes them and forces Senior to the outside. Thomas jumps off the apron and begins brawling with Senior, and Flame soon follows. The two get the upper hand on Thomas quickly, forcing him over to the steel steps, where they hit an Irish whip. Thomas crashes hard into the steps, almost injuring himself.
Senior orders Cool Flame to continue the assault as he enters the ring to a still grounded McMichaelson. Senior lifts him up and hits another Irish Whip. Senior runs at the ropes opposite McMichaelson and tries to hit a clothesline, but McMichaelson ducks it. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a Patriot Tackle in full velocity. The fans cheer as McMichaelson hooks the leg, and by the time Cool Flame realizes, it’s too late and D-Train get the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here are your winners…D-Train!
Flame enters the ring as McMichaelson leaves, and the fans are cheering for D-Train as the Freight Train lifts his tag partner up to his feet. The two are now the number one contenders for the tag titles, and make it clear that they want the belts as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:37:35 GMT -5
Segment: Fallout: Your Antidote for Life
The arena is our next stop, as the Alphatron suddenly bursts into life, and the arena darkens to an almost pitch black. What shows on the screen is the history of Brian Carnage. It first shows when he debuted in ACW, talking to old friend and then enemy Jack Fury…
“… Jack: Now what exactly is that supposed to mean?
Carnage: From what I hear Jack, you’ve been making quite a name for yourself here in ACW…….by disrespecting the rest of the roster! Sure you’ve got that belt, but….
Jack cuts him off, growing visibly angry
Jack: That’s right Carnage, I have a title. And I’ve worked damn hard to keep it as well…….I’m just doing what I have to do. Take my advice, if you want to stay fit and healthy then stay out of my way, or I’ll take you down like everybody else.
Carnage: I’d like to see you try Jack, I really would…
We then cut to Heatwave 2004, where Brian Carnage faces Jack Fury for the Junior Title…
Carnage takes a leaf from Fury himself and keeps the pressure on; he kicks Fury in the gut once or twice more before going back to the post, this time for a Swanton bomb. The crowd count with the referee, one, two – this time it’s a 2.5, and Carnage knows he is moments away from victory. Without a second’s pause he brings out the Carnage Buster (X Factor), and the crowd is ready to acclaim their new champion, 1,2, th – kickout! Neither Carnage nor any of the fans can believe it, and Carnage is finally able to understand just how Fury has earned his fearsome reputation in ACW. Carnage can see that Fury is suffering, and this gives him one final idea; he grasps Fury, and puts on the Octopus stretch one more time, choosing the position which he knows will most hurt Fury’s existing injury from earlier. Fury’s whole body now begins to ache in sympathy for his abdomen; he summons all his strength and tries to get rid of Carnage, but his former friend absolutely will not be denied and he clings on as if his very life depended on it. Some fans look at their watches, it has been another minute and a half and still Fury will not give in. The scene is extraordinary, as is the noise in the arena – many fans are still chanting and calling for Carnage, but others are silent, remaining neutral out of respect for Fury’s stand. The time continues to pass…..2 and a half minutes gone….Carnage is still putting all the pressure he can on to Fury, but he has never seen anything like this, and he has to mentally fight to keep doubts from surfacing in his mind. But Carnage stays focused, and as the pain in Fury’s body peaks the intelligent part of his brain that has brought him this far warns him that he is now risking his future fitness and shots at world championship gold. It is a difficult and bitter decision to take, but Fury finally allows his head to overrule his heart, and at 3 minutes 45 seconds he at last gives in and signals his submission to the referee. The bell rings, and the fans break out in a spontaneous burst of applause and cheering for both men.
Philip: Here is your winner……..and NEW ACW Junior title holder……Brian Carnage!
The music goes colder, however, and we’re shown some of Brian Carnage’s darker moments, such as the defeat to Amo shortly after his title reign, and then defeat after defeat after defeat that left him in a downward spiral, with no way to get out. But then in shining letters it says ‘But Fallout rescued this fallen star’ and the music brightens up again, as we’re shown some of Carnage’s better moments:
--Spring Into Hell Pre-Show 2005--
…But then suddenly, Open Your Eyes hits and Carnage comes out to the delight of the crowd! He runs down and jumps into the ring, looking at Ness and Janson. Oddly, he lifts Gary up, and people expect him to turn against him, but instead he rests him on the turnbuckle. He then lifts Ness up and hits the Carnage Buster! He then jumps to the top rope, looks at Carnage and hits the Swanton Bomb! He then leaves out the ring, leaving the referee confused, and the fans in ecstatics…
--Omega Effect Pre-Show 2005—
When ‘Open Your Eyes’ hits and the most recent member of the group, Brian Carnage enters the mix. He jumps into the ring, where he meets up with Froggy.
They discuss something, and thumbs up at each other when they agree. They then immediately turn around, and Froggy hits a standing dropkick on Santana Senior whilst Carnage smacks Fitsharris in the face with a shuffle sidekick. They then go to work on Beau James. They Irish Whip him, and he attempts a double clothesline but the two Team Biff members slide out the way. They jump back up, and double dropkick him away. He bounces off the ropes and comes back. Carnage then jumps up and hits him with the Carnage-Buster! He quickly follows it up with the Octopus Stretch, and it’s a few seconds before Beau James is forced to tap out to the move!
Philip: Beau James has been eliminated!
--Machomania Pre-Show 2005--
He tries an Irish Whip but Carnage reverses it, however doesn’t see the Hurricarana that hits him. Carnage flies into the referee knocking him down but this doesn’t really matter to Froggy. He climbs onto the top rope, points to the sky in respect to Eddie Guerrero before hitting a perfect Frog Splash. He makes the cover but there’s no referee. A second one rushes down to the ring and makes the count: 1......2......and suddenly he stops counting. Some of the fans groan as they see that this ‘referee’ is none other than Ivor Biggin, a member of the Royles, and he smirks as Froggy turns around. He gets a steal chair to the face from Pat McGroin, and the two quickly slide out the ring as Carnage makes the cover over Froggy: 1......2......3!
Philip: Here is your winner, Brian Carnage.
The clip ends, and a voice over comes on:
Voice: Fallout. Saving the careers of wash-ups since 2005…
The scene fades out, and the ACW logo appears on the screen before fading out. The lights turn back on and the crowd get back to talking to each other as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:38:35 GMT -5
Segment: Returning to Old Roots (Credit: Pilko)
The fans are slightly more relaxed after the last match, and take the chance to talk to each other about current events. But as they do this, the arena slightly darkens and the sound of a machine gun firing can be heard in the background. The noise suddenly turns into an old English theme, and the fans groan as Sgt. Pilko walks out to the boos and jeers. The man, who returns to ACW after Ragnarok where he helped Team Biff defeat Team Wolf marches down the ramp as the lights come back on. He gets to the bottom of the ramp, where his army trousers and cargo jumper are clearly seen. He then enters the ring, taking a microphone and waiting for the crowd to stop booing before he makes his announcement.
Pilko: So it appears that the ol’ Sergeant isn’t welcome around these parts anymore.
The fans boo Pilko, who simply shrugs his shoulders and allows them to do so.
Pilko: But I’m just a little bit confused about a couple of things. You see when I was away from all the wrestling carryon, I took a visit to my old regiment, who happen to be in Iraq. Now I was really excited to meet them, and hoped to be able to experience that ol’ Dunkirk spirit that our boys took on during the Second World War. But I was wrong. I was very wrong. You see what I saw there was a bunch of loonies, aka the Americans…
The moment this word rolls off his tongue, the arena is sent into a huge chorus of boos, clearly not liking where Pilko is going as he again stops, allowing them to finish before continuing.
Pilko: …the Americans had to come up and ruin the place. They complain about the bloody terrorists, but in all fairness all we saw were protesters, and rightfully so. I mean how would you like it if a superior country came into your country, sucked you dry of your biggest export and leave you poor as anything? You lot make me sick, do you know that? This war isn’t about the terrorists, it’s about the fact that President Wanker aka Bush is too scared to let Iraq deal with its own problems, because he fears petrol prices will go up! And you can boo me all you want, but there’s no denying the truth. You go out there and see the carnage, before making any judgment.
A ‘USA! USA!’ chant begins to form, but Pilko shrugs his shoulders and leaves the ring as his entrance theme hits again. The Sergeant has made a powerful speech that has angered the American audience, who hope that maybe one of ‘their boys’ will come and attack Pilko as he leaves. Unfortunately that person doesn’t come, and Pilko continues walking up the ramp, feeling confident with what he said as he exits through the curtains.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:39:26 GMT -5
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Match 4: Stan H. Johnston vs. “The Marxist” Joseph Harpo: Dwight Gym Graduation Match (Credit: Senator)
“During the Break…”
From earlier tonight, we see the aforementioned graphic on the screen, and Stan H. Johnston in the Dwight Gym with the rest of the students. Ken Williams and Jason Daniels are continuously doing free squats, and look as if they’re at the point of exhaustion.
Tim Dwight: This is a great honor, you have surpassed all of my requirements, and are deemed ready for ACW competition. I hereby have only one more test for you, and that is…to win a match on Fallout against an established competitor, think you’re up for it?
Johnston: You bet your last dollar that I am!
Dwight: Great, I’ll see you out in the ring later, I’ll be announcing it along with the other guys…oh, and I’m glad that you accepted, since I invited a very special uncle of yours to specifically see this match…
Johnston: Ha! That’ll be just the motivation to really prove myself, right over someone’s face, unfortunately, but it has to be done!
Dwight: Everyman, keep an eye on Daniels and Williams while I’m gone, I don’t want them slacking off, not after what they did earlier!
Everyman: Will do, sir.
Daniels: Uhhh, can we, like, uhh, stop now, I feel kinda…spent.
Williams: Heheheh, you said spent…oww, I think my legs are gonna break!
Dwight: Your words are only going to make your task more difficult…less guff and more squats!
As the show comes back to the present, none other than the Marxist, Joseph Harpo is standing in the ring, with microphone in hand.
Marxist: You people make me sick! I go through great ordeals to make my triumphant return here on Fallout, and I get booed? I’m here to represent the people! The Voice of the Proletariat has been shunned and oppressed by the bourgeoisie presence that has infested this capitalist venture!
As Harpo was ranting, Tim Dwight sat down at the announcers table, putting a headset on.
Dwight: Ah, nothing like being back in the booth, and hearing a former student of mine!
Bardo: Personally, I could do without hearing Harpo’s rants, especially when we’re supposed to be doing a wrestling show…
Fisher: I disagree with the guy, but look at how angry the crowd is getting, he’s gold!
Marxist: And right there in the front row, I see a living symbol of everything that’s wrong with the Western world today! Stand up, Mr. Stan “The Lariat” Hansen! Stand up, cowboy! Stand up, old man!
Stan Hansen rises to his feet, looking somewhat bemused at the Marxist’s diatribe.
Marxist: You’re a disgrace! Just look at you, you geezer! Look at your pathetic little cowboy hat! You look like you’re a million years old! I’ll tear your nephew apart, but before that, I’ll…
The Marxist never gets to finish his sentence, as “Sunrise” blasts over the PA system, and Stan H. Johnston rushes down to the ring, with bullrope in one hand, and microphone in the other. Johnston wastes no time in getting into the ring, not even allowing Phillip time to properly announce his presence.
Johnston: Now look here, Joe! I put up with you all through the time we spent in the Dwight Gym! I even tried to help you out at times, but I’ll say one thing here, you want to make fun of my uncle, you want to get him riled up, well, why not just try that with me, to my face!
Marxist: Now wait a minute, I was just…trying to get you fired up for your match, and drawing attention and honor to our special guest, Mr. Hansen over there, no hard feelings?
Johnston: Fine. Just don’t expect favors in this here match, you understand, boy?
Marxist: Sure, sure.
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Post by scrawn on Feb 18, 2006 19:40:01 GMT -5
Johnston strides over to the ropes, tosses his mike to a ringside official, hands off his cowboy hat, and his bullrope, before striking the famous Hansen Longhorn pose to the crowd…just as Harpo runs up, blasting him in the back with the Hammer (double axe handle), knocking his opponent out of the ring, and signaling the start of the match.
Bardo: I never liked Harpo, I never saw such a two faced, bitter person in my career.
Dwight: You have to admit, though, Dean, that he has tons of potential, even if we did send him out a bit early, as Rasputin requested.
Harpo continues his assault right outside the ring, smashing Johnston’s head into the ring apron, and following up with a series of measured straight knuckle punches to the face. Johnston stumbles along the apron, with Harpo following closely, lashing out with clubbing strikes to the neck. Harpo then holds Johnston’s head against the apron, face down, while he raises the other hand up in the air, closing his fist, and bringing it down for the Icepick…but Johnston would rather not receive a hammer fist to the base of his skull, and fires back with a back elbow to the solar plexus just in time. Johnston then fires away with overhand slaps to his opponent’s chest, making quite the loud impact, and drawing a collective “oooh” from the audience. Johnston then drags Harpo around outside over to Hansen’s seat, points to himself with a big smile on his face, and nearly caves Harpo’s chest in with another slap. Hansen applauds, and points to the ring, where referee Cliff Mortimer is making the ring out count…
…16
…17
Johnston quickly grabs Harpo off the floor by his greasy hair, and tosses him into the ring, following close behind. Johnston tries to drop an elbow on his opponent, but the Marxist is able to roll out of the way, and kicks Johnston in the face as he attempts to rise. Harpo quickly drops to the mat, and chokes Johnston for a four count, breaking off on the referee’s demand. Johnston once again tries to get up, only to be caught in a front facelock. The Marxist throws a hard series of knee lifts into his opponent’s gut from the facelock position, the last one dropping Johnston to his knees. Harpo rebounds off the near ropes, and drops Johnston on his back with a low knee lift to the head, covering with a single foot pin…
…Johnston kicks out, incensed, and trips Harpo on his back before Mortimer can even make the starting count for the pin. The Texan lifts Harpo up slowly, and slaps him in the face with an open hand palm before hammer throwing him into the ropes. Harpo, though, holds onto the ropes on the opposite side, and rolls out of the ring. Johnston follows him to the outside, and receives a thrown chair to the face as a result. Johnston attempts to bull rush his opponent regardless, but the Marxist sidesteps, and Johnston goes flying into the guardrail. Harpo closes in and throws his opponent back into the ring. However, his offence is short lived, as Johnston greets him into the ring with a short elbow drop. Johnston lifts his opponent up, and once again whips him into the ropes, this time meeting him on the return with a back body drop.
Dwight: One thing I think we both know about these individuals, Dean, is that neither like to quit. Harpo’s in better shape than I’ve ever seen him in before, and Johnston’s a force of nature, in other words, if he’s coming in, get out of his way.
Johnston lifts Harpo off his feet, into a cross body hold, and throws him overhead with a blockbuster suplex/fall away slam, quickly covering for the pin…
…1
…2
…Harpo kicks out! The Marxist is able to blind his opponent with an eye rake as both men rise from the mat, and rebounds off the ropes, coming back with a lariat…but he merely bounces off. Johnston for his part wags a finger at his opponent, shaking his head at the failed lariat attempt. Harpo runs back off the ropes, but this time, Johnston catches him, lifting him over one shoulder, and running at the ropes for the Oklahoma Stampede…but Harpo slips off, and shoves Johnston sternum-first into the turnbuckle. The Marxist ascends the ropes, and leaps off with a flying axe handle smash, the Soviet Smash…but this time, Johnston catches him in mid air with a boot to the face, stunning the communist, and tugs on his elbow pad, pulling it fully over his elbow. Everyone knows what’s about to happen as Johnston runs off the opposite ropes, and comes back with a devastating Western Lariat that nearly flips the Marxist in mid air! Johnston drags his opponent away from the ropes and goes for the cover…
…1
…2
…3
Phillip: Your winner, Stan H. Johnston!
Johnston raises a Longhorn to the air and appears quite pleased with his victory.
Dwight: Congratulations, my friend…
Johnston walks around the ring a few times, sees the ringside officials helping Harpo up, and walks over, lending a hand. Harpo accepts the hand, and gets back up to his feet…only to kick his helper in the groin, downing the Texan. The ringside official offers him ice for his head, but receives a shove in return. Harpo merely hobbles to the back holding his neck and cursing silently to himself.
Fade Out
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