Saturday Night Fallout 11th March 2006

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Saturday Night Fallout 11th March 2006
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Stan Johnson vs. Felix Santana Sr.

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Brian Carnage vs. Felix Santana Jr.

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Vortex vs. X-Treme Kid

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Santiago Rivera vs. Franchi$e

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Non-Title
Predator vs. Holocaust

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World Heavyweight Title
Hunter vs. Angelus Kincaird

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A clip is shown of Holocaust destroying another 6 man tag match, ruining the main event last week. It also shows his destruction of Fallout, showing that he’s one of the major forces in ACW.

Tim Dwight: Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on TV!

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Segment: The Tremendous Trio?
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Mongolian Wolf Star plays, Wolf makes his way down to the ring, with a purpose etched on his face, and a microphone in hand. The Ferocious Warrior quickly climbs into the ring, and begins to speak.

Wolf: Enough is enough! I just can’t handle it anymore! Whether it’s Biff trying to screw me over on one of his power trips, an insane Nazi wanting to kill everyone in the ring, the Capitalists working their usual tricks, or any other scenario, it’s just not safe to be a loner around here anymore! And to make things worse, yeah, they can get worse that that, one of the few guys I thought I could trust in the ring, Predator, just left me for dead in the ring! It’s just too much for any single warrior to handle, even one with the protection of Thor! So then, after that incident last week, I spoke in the back with the last two guys who I know would have my back, and are capable enough to help me out!

The crowd starts chanting several names, prominently, Froggy’s.

Wolf: Shut up!

The crowd promptly shuts up.

Wolf: As I was saying, I asked two guys in the back to watch my back, and the first one is a man you might know best as the King of Kingsport…

Rocky Top plays, and Beau James makes his way from the back, looking to be in better shape than in any other point in his career. Beau gets into the ring, and nods to Wolf.

Wolf: And the other, ok, you can all chant along now...

Green Hornet plays, as El Froggy Mask strides down to the ring with his peculiar hopping gait, and does his trademark hop onto the apron from the floor, vaulting into the ring. Beau takes the microphone.

Beau James: All right then! Ah know that Biff has just got it in for the three of us, and that we know what to do in this here ring, but ah just got one single little question to ask…since our little group doesn’t have a name, what’re we callin’ ourselves?

El Froggy Mask: Froggy thinking!

Wolf: Beats me…

Beau: I know! The Kingsport Crushers!

Wolf: Nah, too regional…why not the Guardians of Valhalla!

Beau: The Guards of Val-what? Not gonna fly.

Wolf: Hmm, can’t say I have another idea right here, you have any more, Beau?

Beau: Sure, ask Fisher, he’s the Media Director and stuff ‘round here!

The two turn to R.J. Fisher at the announcer’s chair, while Froggy sits on the corner turnbuckle, staring at the ceiling.

Fisher: Sure, why not…the Tremendous Trio! No, too cheesy…the Dudes with Attitudes…DEFINATLY too cheesy, and already done before…beats me, you got me there!

Beau: Well, ain’t that a shame, even the marketing man doesn’t have a clue!

Suddenly, Froggy jumps down, swiping the microphone, clearly ecstatic with an idea in his head.

Froggy: Froggy knows! Since we all so popular, why not let fans decide name! Fans get to choose name!

Beau: Well, I’ll be goshdarned…

Wolf: I don’t know, those fans can be pretty stupid sometimes…

The crowd starts to boo, but not wholeheartedly.

Wolf: Shut it, I’m just messing with you! It’s called a joke! You pick our name! Fisher, you organize this…don’t know how, do some internet poll and we’ll let the fans send in candidates for our name, you hear that, pick our name, people, and it better be good!

Wolf, Beau and Froggy leave the ring, with the fans intrigued with the rare opportunity to name the team, and with the knowledge that one heck of a unit has just been formed. What will this mean for Biff, or for the rest of the competitors backstage? Only time will tell!

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Match 1: Felix Santana Sr. vs. Stan H. Johnston
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Stan H. Johnston is seen pacing in the ring, jogging between the ropes, as a traditional Latin song plays over the PA system.

R.J. Fisher: And here we go, the newly established graduate of the Dwight Gym, and distant nephew of the great Stan Hansen, Stan H. Johnston sure is going to have his young hands full tonight in the opening match, isn’t that right, Dean?

Dean Bardo: Sure. Youth vs. experience, skill vs. strength, and all that junk, I can hardly contain myself.

Fisher: Well, I for one am sure excited to see this tremendous match-up!

Felix Senior makes his way to the ring, without Felix Junior at his side, and after playing to the fans on the top rope, tucks and rolls into the ring.

Phillip: Announcing now, hailing from the Dominican Republic, Felix Santana Senior!

Johnston standing in the middle of the ring at this point offers a handshake, which Senior reluctantly accepts. The bell rings, and Felix Senior backs off, circling around the considerably larger opponent. Felix attempts to dive in, going behind for a rear waistlock, but immediately breaks off and continues circling around. Johnston, for his part, merely cracks his neck, and tracks his opponent. Senior finally decides to attack again, running forward, and dropkicking Johnston in the knee. Felix quickly gets up, rebounding off the ropes again, and returning with another dropkick. The younger competitor stumbles back from the assault, attempting to shake off the damage. Felix Senior does not give his opponent a break, though, walking forward and kicking him in the back of the knee. Johnston stumbles forward into the ropes, favoring his leg, as Felix advances. Senior attempts to hammer throw the larger Texan into the opposite ropes, but does not possess the power or momentum to do so, and instead tastes an open hand strike to the face. Stan Johnston, finally getting some offence off, fires away with several overhead chops to the chest, sending Santana to the mat. Johnston quickly hops back off the ropes, not entirely ignoring his aching leg, and drops a huge elbow on Santana’s chest, covering for the pin…

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…Felix easily kicks out!

Bardo: Not sure if Johnston was going for the pin that early on just to make a statement, wear Santana down, or just out of what I call “ring fever.”

Fisher: What are you talking about now? “Ring fever?” What the heck is that?

Bardo: That’s when you let the heat of the moment get a hold of your head, and do stupid things in the ring.

Fisher: Makes sense, I guess…

Back to the action, Stan H. Johnston continues his simple, but relentless offence, hitting two quick scoop slams in succession, whipping his opponent into the ropes, and connecting with a back body drop. Johnston lifts Santana over one shoulder, and runs forward at the turnbuckle, going for the Oklahoma Stampede, when…

Fisher: It’s Cool Flame, Cool Flame just emerged from the audience and is distracting Johnston! What’s his connection with the Santanas?

Johnston lets Santana slip back off his shoulders, keeping a wary eye on the intruder. Felix Senior, for his part, rebounds off the ropes, coming back for his running cross chop finisher…but Stan’s no dummy, and manages to catch the smaller opponent in a cross body hold, turns around and tosses him over his head with a blockbuster suplex! Johnston now tugs at his right arm oversized elbow pad, and the crowd all knows what might happen next...

Fisher: Even I know what that means, he’s going to go for the feared Western Lariat! It’ll be lights out if he connects!

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Johnston charges forward, and wildly swings his arm at the recovering Santana…but Felix is aware enough to avoid the instant murder that comes with the Western Lariat, ducking the move. Johnston swings around from the miss, and lines up a big boot, but Senior rolls forward, right under the move, going off the ropes, and hitting a low angle cross body to the back of Johnston’s knee. Santana quickly locks on a half crab hold, focusing the pressure on his opponent’s knee and quad muscles. Johnston rapidly crawls forward, and makes it to the ropes.

Bardo: Johnston would much rather get back up on his feet, and endure the pain that came from moving against the pressure, than to bide his time, and wait for the right moment to escape with the least resistance.

Fisher: Works for me, just means that we, the fans, get a more exciting, action packed match! Just the type of match I’m sure that Hunter and Angelus Kinkaid will have later on here tonight for the ACW Title! Right here on Saturday Night Fallout, the Fastest Hour on Television!

Bardo: Just once, can we avoid that promotional stuff and focus on the match at hand?

Johnston manages to get to his feet, but is noticeably slower and defiantly favoring his left leg at this point. Felix Senior would have to be blind not to notice, and as such, takes advantage, once again kicking Johnston in the hamstring, but not felling the larger opponent. Felix turns his opponent around, and throws a series of stiff, old man knife edge chops that staggers Johnston. Santana, feeling somewhat in control, motions to the crowd with a baseball bat swinging gesture, clasps his hands in a side axe handle, and swings for Stan H. Johnston’s head, connecting solidly with the Batter’s Up…but Johnston is not brought down, and immediately retaliates with a huge short range Lariat…which DOES bring Felix down. Johnston covers for the mandatory pin…

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Phillip: Your winner, Stan H. Johnston!

The crowd cheers as Johnston stumbles over to referee Cliff Mortimer in the center of the ring, and has his hand raised. Johnston raises a quick Longhorn to the audience, and stumbles out of the ring, clearly sore. Felix, for his part, wakes up from the brutal lariat, and looks over outside the ring, only to notice Cool Flame shaking his head, and walking back through the crowd before Senior can ask any questions.

Fisher: Strange situation there. Not sure what to think of Cool Flame, myself, haven’t seen much of him in action.

Bardo: He’s talented, but rather strange, never heard him speak a word, myself.

Fisher: Well, then, I think that Stan H. Johnston’s here to stay with that solid win! As for that match, drama, tenacity, power, hard strikes, what more could you wish for in a wrestling match? Stay tuned for more great Fallout action after the break!

Fade Out

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Segment: The Tale of Two Southerners

It’s that time of the week again, and as usual this means that General Manager Biff Taylor gets his TV time. He’s shown in his office, looking over some paperwork. He has most certainly had a torrid time recently, with Daniel Ness making it clear that he wants a shot at Predator’s title. But even that is the last thing on his mind. Holocaust continues to cause severe havoc in matches, almost killing Franchi$e last week. And then there’s Wolf, who remains to be friends with the champion, but growing suspicions that he genuinely wants the title belt. And to cap it all off, Biff is continually sweating over how he is able to treat Sgt. Pilko with his well-earned favour. The time is almost up for the Commissioner, who places his paperwork on the desk, sighing as he leans backwards. The door clicks open, and Biff jerks forward, as Beau James enters the room.

Biff: So what brings you to my quarters? You know that you aren’t welcome here.

Beau James: Well Y’know Biff, we’re both from the South here. We’re both Confederate at heart

Biff buts in

Biff: Too right there, Beau.

Beau: But anyways, I was wondering about our match on the Pre-Show. You see I went and got myself injured in a training accident at the gym. They reckoning I may have broken my forearm bone. What do ya say, considering you got the ol’ match cancelled last time. Can I have this match postponed?

Biff thinks over it for a few seconds, and gives out a simple answer, but not one that Beau expects.

Biff: No

Beau is clearly angry, confronting Biff right in his face.

Beau: I’m injured, and therefore no win against me you can consider eligible. But if you’re going and throwing the gauntlet down like that, I’m going to go and follow you. At the Genocide Pre-Show, I will win the SSW Championship back, and you’ll be proven wrong, like you have done in the past.

Beau turns and exits, slamming the door behind him. Biff just sighs, and continues his paperwork without a word.

Fade Out.

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Match 2: Brian Carnage vs. Felix Santana Jr.

The scene opens up in the ring area, where Philip is ready to announce the next match.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Greenock, Scotland, weighing at 214 lbs…Brian Carnage!

Open Your Eyes’ hits and the fans begin to boo as the Scot walks out. His team, Morton won today at the champions Gretna, but that’ll be the last thing on his mind as he enters the ring, and poses on a couple of turnbuckles. He jumps down, and waits for his opponent in what should be a great high-flying spectacle.

Philip: And weighing at 200 lbs, from the Dominican Republic….Felix Santana Junior!

’Gasolina’ hits and the fans go into a huge chorus of jeers and taunts as FSJ walks through the curtain. He silently walks down the ring, eyeing his opponent as he gets to the bottom of the ramp, and enters the ring. He again silently climbs a turnbuckle, posing which gets more boos, before jumping off and getting ready to fight.

Bell Rings.

Santana comes straight out the block, but Carnage ducks the clothesline. Santana flies at the ropes and Carnage hits an overhead armdrag. Carnage watches as Santana gets to his feet, but Santana is too quick and manages to hit a hurricarana. The two get up quickly and Carnage hits a snapmere, followed by a rear chinlock. He quickly releases and hits a dropkick to Santana’s back. Santana screams in pain, but rolls up quickly to his feet. He takes Carnage down with a diving cross body, and gets off. Carnage gets up with a kip-up and swiftly gets to his feet. He watches Santana, who stares back and the fans cheer. The two circle the ring, and lock up again. Carnage whips Santana at the ropes and tries to hit a dropkick, but Santana keeps hold of the ropes. He waits for Carnage to get back up, before hitting an armdrag to armlock. He applies pressure, but Carnage rolls it into a cover: 1……2……kickout by Santiago. The two get back up and lock up. Santana forces Carnage into the corner, and gives him two elbows in the chest. It forces Carnage to his knees. Santana walks back and turns, running at Carnage. He tries hitting a knee to the face, but Carnage moves and rolls Santana up: 1……2……kickout by Santana. They get back up again, refusing to slow down as they lock up. Santana slides under Carnage and hits a powerful German Suplex Pin: 1……2……Kickout by Brian Carnage.

They get back up and stare at each other. Santana attempts a lockup but Carnage shoves him away with a punch, and runs off the ropes, running and hitting a shuffle sidekick. He lifts Santana up and holds him in a bent over position, giving him some elbows to the neck. The referee makes the count to five, and Carnage lets go. He smirks at the ref as he whips Santana at the ropes, and hits a spinning wheel kick. He makes a cover, but Santana is able to kick out before three. The two get back up again, and lock up again. Carnage tries a suplex, but Santana boots him in the stomach. He then bounces off the ropes and hits the El Santana Driver! He makes the cover:

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Kickout by Carnage! Santana can’t quite believe what’s happen, but clearly isn’t pleased. He boots Carnage in the gut, but Carnage grabs the foot and hits a dragon whip. He climbs the turnbuckle, and hits a Swanton Bomb. The fans are starting to cheer Carnage, as he sets up the Octopus Stretch. He doesn’t manage to lock it in though, as Santana gives him hard shots to the head. Santana struggles to his feet, and hits the ropes, springboarding off and finish the World of Pain Finisher, with the Inverted DDT! He makes the cover:

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Philip: Here is your winner, Felix Santana Junior!

Santana jumps to his feet, pleased with victory. He throws his arms to the air, with the fans jeering slightly, but all in all they’re satisfied with such a fast-paced match. Carnage is slowly coming to, as Santana leaves the ring. Santana lets out a final smirk before heading up to the ramp, signaling that he will win the battle royale in two weeks for the TV title.

Fade Out.

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Segment: End of the Line

Our cameraman immediately gets bundled over by a man wearing a black shirt and a wire into his ear. The cameraman knows what’s happening as several other men in black shirts rush past, so the cameraman follows down the corridor. As we get to a junction in hallways, we see the Goodfellas, Royles and IF/IO fighting as usual. They’re sporting their black eyes and bruises from the past few weeks, as the lot brawl with each other. It’s hard to keep up with the action, but there’s several fists flying and several ducks, cheap shots and whatnot. There’s a big moment though, as the Goodfellas throw Colossus Rhodes into a wall, and not only that part of the wall, but a huge section of about 12 feet in length tumbles, the equivalent of about one size of a whole locker room. Rivera though gets revenge, finding a lead pipe, whacking people wherever he can. But he falls into the Royles, who whip him into a door and he falls to the ground. But the security guards get on the scene, and there’s over ten of them, forcing everyone apart. Amazingly, Rhodes walks out from the damage done without so much of a scratch, or even a care. And, as usual, Tony Givens is on the scene with a huge point of anger on his face.

Givens: I cannot believe you lot! Warning after warning after warning, and you fail once again to pay any attention to me whatsoever?! Why is it? Because you believe I don’t have any power? Well I’ll tell you lot something. I’m Biff’s advisor, and therefore I’m the person that he wants to give a word to. Now I’m-

Tony: Look man, we all get what you’re saying.

Givens: …you do?

Ivor: Yeah. It’s funny how it just took a huge gangbang to make you erupt so.

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Givens: Anyways, so why fight?

Rivera: Because we want to. There’s no other way of solving this thing anyways.

Givens: Well, I’m putting all three of you in a match at the Genocide Pre-Show. Not only will your pride be at stake, but also the number one contender’s spot for the Fallout Tag Team Championships.

The three teams look intrigued at the idea.

Givens: And by the way, you’re ALL paying for that wall.

Givens leaves, and the three teams smirk at each other, as the camera fades out.

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Match 3: Vortex vs. X-Treme Kid (Credit: Jonny Spade)

Fans are eager to see some action in the ring again and the fans aren’t disappointed as they see Phillip step into the ring and get ready to speak.

Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first…

The D-X Theme starts to play on the P.A system.

Phillip: He weighs in at 175 pounds…..X-TREME KID!!!

X-Treme Kid makes his way out from behind the curtain and gets for the most part boo’s from the crowd and a few cheers from the fans at ringside. Kid gets into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle and then waits for his opponent in the ring.

Phillip: And his opponent…

Faint by Linkin Park starts on the P.A system.

Phillip: He is from some place near Death Valley……VORTEX!!!

The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him. Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on. Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. A ring technician takes it from there and both men circle each other and waiting for the bell to ring.

Bell Rings.

Both men continue to circle each other, X-Treme Kid tries to go for an early fake out on Vortex, but Vortex doesn’t flinch. When X-Treme Kid notices this, he starts to get scared a bit and tries to find another way to scare the guy. Oddly enough Vortex goes to do the same thing to X-Treme Kid and this scares him shitless and makes him flinch big which results in him falling to the ground on his ass. This gets huge laughs from the crowd and this gets X-Treme Kid pissed. He stands up quickly and charges at Vortex going for a spear. Vortex, however is able to side step the spear attempt and X-Treme Kid goes flying into the corner turnbuckle shoulder first hard.

Vortex then picks up X-Treme Kid and puts his back into the turnbuckle and gives body shots to him while the fans chant out the number of body shots that X-Treme Kid is receiving to his stomach. After a count of 8 Vortex steps out of the corner and X-Treme Kid steps out too but more of a dazed walk. Vortex takes one more step back and then spins around quickly to give X-Treme Kid a vicious roundhouse kick to the side of his head knocking him unconscious and making the Kid fall down face first (flair flop-esk type fall) to the mat. Vortex moves over to the fallen man and makes a cover.
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Thr-- X-Treme Kid is able to get his foot on the bottom rope. The ref stops counting and goes to tell Vortex about it. Once Vortex finds out, he swears under his breath and pulls him to the center of the ring and goes for the pin again. This time he only gets an 1 count before The Kid kicks out again. Vortex then stands up and moves down to the legs and tries a submission move (most likely the Sharpshooter) but X-Treme Kid does a quick sit up and pulls Vortex down for a small package pin and the ref counts again…
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Thr—2.5! Vortex kicks out of the small package pin and stands up quickly again and at this time X-Treme Kid sits up but is soon down again because Vortex gives a dropkick to the face that lays him out once again on the mat. Vortex looks around the arena and motions that it’s time to end the match and motions to the turnbuckle. He bends down and reaches for X-Treme Kid and picks him up and places him over his shoulder. He carries him to the turnbuckle and stands him up next to it, he climbs the turnbuckle and gets ready to perform the Bane Gernade (top rope powerbomb).

The mat thunders from the impact and the crowd yells in unison “HOLY SHIT” and other remarks that show their disbelief. Vortex reaches to hook the leg and the ref counts again for a 3rd time.
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Phillip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…VORTEX!!

Faint starts up again on the PA system and Vortex make his way backstage once again happy to be successful to get a win under his belt and soon after X-Treme Kid gets up holding his head and is being helped to the back by the ref of the match and the scene fades out.

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Segment: The Ultimate Goal (Credit: Holocaust)

As surely as clockwork, Saturday rolled around again. Another Fallout, technically his third, and it was in a non-title match with the current Junior Champion. A man by the name of Predator who was (to put it nicely) a little overconfident. Honestly, if you didn’t take a man as capable of ending you career as John Harris seriously you were just begging for a broken neck or shattered arm.

He paced, as was his custom, bouncing from foot to foot to get the blood flowing, Seth having gone off to find something he’d left in the dressing room. John “Holocaust” Harris was alone for a time, and in that time he thought. Thought about his past, present, future…

The Junior title. A stepping stone, not a goal but simply a step on the path to what he was aiming for. The gold meant nothing, the awe inspired by it was what he desired. To ascend the ladder of power, to crush any opponent foolish enough to think themselves above failure, to make every man woman and child stand in silence at his name, which was the ultimate goal. Cowell was the man that was obsessed with titles, not John. Cowell was the man that knew for a fact that titles brought fame and fortune. Cowell was the smart one of the operation, maybe he was right. But…

Still…

It wasn’t the ultimate goal for Holocaust. The ultimate goal was to conquer ACW. To have trampled underfoot every single opponent that dared to rise against him, from the lowliest Franchi$e to the mightiest Hunter. But he had patience, yes. Patience enough to realize that he needed to gain momentum, impress the concerned parties enough to allow him access to the living legends of ACW that wore their golden belts and fought their epic battles with one another.

As he thought his dark thoughts, Seth Cowell surprised him by clapping him on the shoulder. At a threat of a punch in the face due to his ire being raised Seth raised his hands in a mock surrender.

“Easy there, big guy. We’ve got a huge opportunity here and you’ve gotta be focused. These little guys can pull moves you’ve never even heard of around here. But I don’t think you really need to worry… You’ve been on a huge roll, your body count is at seven and there’s no stopping you if they just keep feeding you guys like Predator.”

A nod was all Seth got as a response, John crossing his arms with a rather stern look on his serious features. Cowell simply shrugged after a moment and produced the brass knuckles from his waistband.

“Forgot the ol’ peacemakers here. Never know when they’ll come in handy.”

He slipped them back into place as Harris shrugged, he simply stretching his arms and hopping in place as showtime came closer and closer. A stagehand scampered by and told them they had one minute until show and Seth hopped up and put that smarmy grin on his face before grabbing a microphone.

“Here we go.”

The crowd was shushed by Holocaust’s entrance, Power Struggle sounding over the speakers before the pyrotechnic explosions. Holocaust came out onto the stage first, Seth behind him, Cowell smiling that damnable smile.

“My words are going to be brief, ladies and gents, because I’m sure all of you in the audience know what kind of gravity this match in particular will have. We have in one corner Predator, a man who has been making waves in ACW as of late… But… Then we have this man. The One-Man World War.”

He gestured at the man with his massive arms crossed over his chest.

“There is not a force on Earth, no army great enough, no bastion strong enough, no weapon powerful enough to make him lay down for even three seconds. Yes, Predator, Holocaust is coming for the belt around your waist… And you won’t even break his stride as he does so. Because you have absolutely no idea what a man like this man here will do to you to obtain what he sees as already his. You are a pebble in the road, you are a wave in the ocean, you are the lowly mouse and Holocaust is the apex predator. Don’t even get into the ring, you won’t leave under your own power.”

And at that he lifted one finger into the air.

“…And that, my friends, is a promise.”

The Sunna theme began once more as Seth dropped the mic, Holocaust following behind him after a moment, the crowd’s boos resounding through the arena.

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Match 4: Santiago Rivera vs. Franchi$e (Credit: Santiago)

We go to the arena where the man who is always there for his work, Philip Jones is waiting in the ring along side referee Jessie Reynolds and Franchi$e who is in the ring trying to do a dance.

Dean: Welcome back to Fallout as Franchi$e is already here in the ring awaiting his opponent and ooh, it’s giving me goose bumps.

R.J: Same here Deano. Folks tonight you’ll get to see one of the main superstars in ACW compete here on Fallout! He is the International Champion! He is a phenomenon.

Dean: And soon will be losing to RDK this Monday in a hardcore match!

“Nymphetamine” hits the P.A system and the crowd begins to boo as Santiago Rivera pulls out onto the stage with the International on his shoulder.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 232 pounds from Austin, Texas! He is the ACW International Champion, Santiago Riiiivera!

Santiago keeps walking down to the ring staring down at Franchi$e who is flopping around the ring like a dead fish as Philip holds his ear trying to listen to something.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that by the orders of Commissioner Taylor, the following contest is for the International Title!

Santiago rests the title on the apron as he slides in just as Philip is leaving the ring. Franchi$e runs towards Santi but gets a knee to the stomach. Santiago then lifts him and nails the ICU just as the bell rings and holds for the pin.

Joey Reynolds: 1….2….3

The Bell rings and Santiago slides back out of the ring and grabs the title. [/i]

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still International Champion, Santiago Rivera!

“Nymphetamine” hits again as Santiago walks up the ramp and Frnachi$e is laid out.

Dean: Wow….I’ve seen a lot of things, but NEVER a match 3 seconds long, including the pin!

R.J: Well…umm..I don’t know what to say. That had to be embarrassing for Franchi$e but umm..let’s see what’s going on backstage. [/i]

Scene fades out.

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Segment: Paranoia

The champion Predator is seen in the backstage, cautiously wondering around the backstage. Daniel Ness, Sgt. Pilko and Holocaust all feel dangerous to Predator, as he turns around the corridor. He meets Wolf, and almost has a heart attack, pouncing back and going into a desperate martial arts pose, but Wolf just laughs.

Predator: Listen Wolf I don’t care, I’ll kick your arse here and now!

Wolf: Listen, Predator. I’m not interested in your title. I just want things to be like they were in the good old days, when we used to just beat everyone. We weren’t interested in winning titles. We were just interested in winning matches, and proving that we were the best team to be reckoned with, regardless of whether or not we won a title.

Predator: I suppose…

Wolf: And we won the belts, and it tore us apart. What ended up was us two nearly getting eaten by the Jeepers Creepers man at Omega Effect.

Predator steps back, cautious of Wolf’s approach.

Wolf: Whoa, wait on there. All I’m saying is this time I’m not going to let the title get in the way of our relationship. Now you have a match next, so I’m gonna leave you and let you concentrate on that.

Wolf smiles and pats Predator on the shoulder, turning around and leaving. Predator lets out an unconvincing smile, but turns around, having forgotten about the match, and panicking as he wonders over how he can prepare against someone such as the Holocaust.

Fade Out.

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(Disclaimer: I know nothing of campaigning, when the voting season is around, or anything like this. But I hope it’s got enough humor to cover that.)


Segment: The Train Keeps on Going

We cut to an area of a city, not familiar to ACW fans, meaning that it’s not on ACW Island. Instead, it’s a rundown area of a city – not to that of a ghetto, but getting close to that stage. There’s a large crowd formed on a street, with a wooden stand looking over the crowd. As the camera gets closer, we can tell that it’s the two Capitalist members, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, with a ‘vote Philips’ banner above the stand. They’re answering questions about Philips’ policies, and appear to be doing quite well.

Male One: So will tax be going down if the Senator gets in charge of the government?

Kalb: Not government, but he will continue to drive this fine state of Illinois to the way it is currently going. As of course you all know, there is a temporary refund adjustment in place, but this is only for a short time. With your votes in the future, Mr. Philips will continue improving such a fine state this already is!

There’s a loud cheer from the audience, and Kalb and Fitsharris look at each other, looking pretty pleased with themselves.

Female 1: Are you gonna legalize incest?

Kalb and Fitsharris look at each other again, with a slight look of disgust in their face.

Fitsharris: No….no, I’m afraid not, sorry. Next question?

Male 2: Yeah, I got one. If you reckon you’re so good, why is it that come the Genocide Pre Show, myself and Daunte Thomas are gonna kick your arses out of this fine state that I grew up in?

The cameraman looks over, just like everyone else in the audience, to see ‘the Freight Train’ Steve McMichaelson standing, grinning, with a sledgehammer. The two Capitalists scream for security, but before they can do so, Daunte Thomas kicks them off the stage. The audience cheers and gives them a human wave, with the two Capitalists trying to get off. Steve McMichaelson gets onto the stage and holds up the sledgehammer. The audience cheers, and he swings at one of the wooden pillars, forcing it to break. There’s a cheer, and McMichaelson does it to the other, as the two D-Train members escape as the stage crumbles into a heap of wood. Thomas brandishes a match, and they audience cheers again as a bottle is thrown from the crowd, just as Thomas throws the match on. The wood goes up in flames, most notably the banner, which burns in front of the camera. The audience throw the Capitalists to near the stage, and leave them with D-Train standing near them.

Fitsharris: You’re dead! You here?!

D-Train smirk, and leave. Kalb and Fitsharris look at each other, with fear in their eyes.

Kalb: If Senator sees this, then I think we’re dead.

Fade Out.

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Match 5: Non – Title: Predator vs. Holocaust

Philip: The following tie is a non-title match, and is scheduled for one fall!

The fans cheer, knowing which match this is.

Philip: Coming to the ring, weighing at 225 lbs, he is the Fallout Champion…Predator!

’I’m too sexy’ hits and the Predator walks out to a mixed reaction from the fans. He tries not to look nervous, doing a cocky pose/dance before walking down like a slow motion D’Lo Brown (still pretty fast, however). He gets down the ramp, and enters the ring. He takes off his belt and hands it to someone on the outside, before waiting for his opponent.

Philip: And from Hartford, CT, weighing at 300 lbs…John ‘Holocaust’ Harris!

’Sunna’ by Power Struggle begins with the strains of a guitar. After around ten seconds, drums and louder guitars hit in, with pyros exploding on both sides of the ring. Holocaust then walks onto the stage, just at the moment when the boos begin to circle the arena. Holocaust looks up, giving a William Regal smirk, but turns and walks down to the ring, with Seth Cowell walking down with him, taunting to the fans. The two meet the bottom of the ring, where the fear in the eye of Predator is more than apparent. Holocaust climbs the steps and walks over the ropes, intimidating Predator even more as Philip leaves the ring.

Bell Rings.

Holocaust steps right up to Predator, who immediately slips out the ring. But he keeps his cool, and enters. The two walk up to each other, Holocaust giving an evil stare, piercing into Predator psychologically. Predator throws a punch but Holocaust grabs the hand and twists it, as Predator screams at the top of his voice. Holocaust just looks at the hand, and Predator, and lets go, taking the champion down with a discuss clothesline. He lifts Predator up by his head, and hurls him at the ropes. Holocaust grabs Predator around the belly, and lifts him into a backbreaker position. He lands to backbreaker, with Cowell shouting ‘encouragement’ from the side. Holocaust lifts Predator up and throws him at the ropes. Holocaust tries what may be a match-ending Yakuza Kick, but Predator ducks it. He slips up behind Holocaust, and hits him with a slightly sloppy backdrop suplex. Predator leaps up and tries locking in the Sharpshooter, but Holocaust kicks him off. Holocaust gets up and throws predator at the ropes. He catches him, hits a backbreaker but keeps hold. He then tries to hit a Fall Away Slam, but Predator escapes. He hits a spinning wheel kick, knocking the 6’8” man down to a knee. Predator though quickly hits a dropkick, knocking Holocaust down. Predator rests in the corner, allowing his opponent to get to his feet. Predator runs at the large man, but Holocaust takes him down with a powerful right hook. Predator feels his nose, with blood streaming down.

Predator slowly gets up, and walks into a chokeslam. But Predator goes downstairs, scraping Holocaust’s groin with a boot. He then tries to hit the Predigree, but Holocaust throws Predator over his head. Predator slowly gets up and Holocaust tries another Yakuza Kick, but again Predator evades it, and hits a snapmere, sending Holocaust into a sitting position. He tries to hit a dropkick but Holocaust lies down and jumps back up quickly, and Predator falls to the mat. Holocaust rolls over and gets to his feet. He lifts Predator up, and whips him into the turnbuckle. Holocaust follows it up with his trademark several clotheslines to the chest. After about five of these clotheslines, Holocaust stops, and Predator stumbles along the ring. Holocaust goes behind him, and turns Predator around. He grabs Predator around the neck, and finally does hit the Claw Hold Chokeslam. He makes the first cover of the match: 1……2……kickout by Predator. Holocaust just shakes his head, lifting up Predator. But Predator suddenly snaps, pushing Holocaust away and giving him several punches, lefts and rights to the cheeks. They don’t hurt Holocaust, but easily throw him off his guard. Predator then kicks Holocaust down below, and gets him in for the Predigree. This time, Predator does hit the move, refusing to release the arms upon impact for full impact. He slowly picks himself up, tired, but determined to win this match. He rolls Holocaust over, and slowly grabs the leg:

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Kickout by Holocaust!


Predator swears in sheer frustration. He gets up, but kicks a bottom turnbuckle to confirm this annoyance. He picks Holocaust up, but Holocaust shoves Predator, and hits a swift Powerslam. He makes the cover naturally with the move, but Predator gets a kickout before three. Holocaust is smiling, but it’s not that he’s amused in the slightest. He lifts Predator up, and throws him at the ropes. Holocaust bends over, and Predator kicks him in the face, forcing him up. Predator then hits a flowing DDT, and groggily rolls out of the ring. He’s clearly taking time to catch his breath, but Cowell shouts at him. Predator show intent to go after him, but the ref stops it from happening. Holocaust is slowly getting to his feet as Predator enters the ring. Holocaust immediately hits him in the gut, and lifts him up. He tries hitting a Powerbomb, but Predator hooks Holocaust by the neck and hits a DDT. Predator rolls Holocaust over, but Holocaust shoves him off before a pin can be made. Holocaust gets up and hits an amazingly brutal Powerbomb whip. He hits a second, and a third, and then a fourth Powerbomb, before getting Predator on his shoulders, prepared to finish ‘War Machine II’ with the F5. But as he launches Predator into the air, the lights go out…

…They turn back on seconds later, and Sgt. Pilko is in the ring. He confronts Holocaust, shoving him, and Holocaust shoves back. Holocaust hits a knee to the stomach but Pilko shoves him away, and hits the X5. The referee calls for the bell there and then, as Pilko lifts up Predator and hits the X5. Pilko lets out an evil grin as the fans jeer him, just as ‘Immigrant Song’ hits. Biff Taylor walks out onto the stage, holding the microphone, expected to announce the ultimate decision.

Biff: Now I noticed that there’s four of you that want the Fallout Title. But I thought that the fatal fourway match is simply too big of a match for these simpletons to be able to get for free. So instead, at the Pre-Show, we shall see the Fallout Championship on the line! And in that match…Predator…

Some cheers and boos.

Biff: Holocaust…

A large amount of boos for this announcement.

Biff: Sgt. Pilko…

Pilko smirks from the ring, knowing that his wish has been commanded.

Biff: Daniel Ness…

Some more boos….

Biff: And Wolf!

The fans cheer for the announcement of Wolf, whilst Biff has a slight look of disgust brandished upon his face. But he’s said what he needs to, and leaves with Sgt. Pilko standing over Predator. But the fans are cheering slightly, and oblivious to Pilko, Holocaust is already up. He hits Pilko in the back, and then hits the Dawn of the Dead (Pumphandle DVD). He hits it, and the ring shakes with such force as Holocaust lets out a blood-curdling scream, showing that he’s the biggest force to be reckoned with on Fallout as we fade out.