Sunday Night Fallout 19th March 2006

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The Capitalists vs. El Santanas

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Daniel Ness vs. El Froggy Mask

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DNA vs. Ken Shoryuuken

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'Riot' McConnell vs. Ben Drinkin

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Holocaust vs. Sgt. Pilko
Wolf, Predator & Daniel Ness Lumberjacks

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We open up with a clip of the five men – that’s Daniel Ness, Predator, Wolf, Holocaust and Sgt. Pilko – all lined up on the screen. There’s going to be a huge main event tonight in a match sanctioned by General Manager Biff Taylor, and it’s one surely to blow the roof off.

“Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on television!”

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Match 1: Capitalists vs. El Santanas

He cut straight into Fallout when ‘Born in the USA’ hits and the Fallout Tag Team champions Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris walk out, holding their tag belts. The fans jeer for the two as they walk down the ramp in this non-title contest, both sure to watch their backs in case the D-Train members decide to interfere. They enter the ring and remove their belt, as Philip makes the delayed announcement.

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a non-title tag team contest! In the ring, weighing at a combined weight of 450 lbs…they are the Fallout Tag Team champions, the Capitalists!

The fans boo for the sound of the name, as ‘Gasolina’ by Daddy Yankee hits and the two Santanas, father and son, walk out to some slight boos, but not as much as we got for the announcement of the Capitalists.

Philip: And weighing at a combined weight of 405 lbs…El Santanas!

The two make their way down to the ring, and enter. They do a little pose for the fans, before Senior and Kalb leave the ring, meaning Fitsharris and Junior will start this match.

Bell Rings

Junior and Fitsharris half circle the ring, before Fitsharris lunges forward. Junior steps out the way and whips him at the ropes. Fitsharris bounces back and tries to retaliate with a clothesline, but Junior drops to the floor and Fitsharris flies over his body, and off the ropes. Junior then catches him in an arm drag, quickly locking in an Armbar afterwards. Junior lets go quickly and lifts Fitsharris up. He tries a whip but Fitsharris reverses it, and catches Junior with a Kitchen Sink. He makes a quick tag to Kalb, and the two lift Junior up and hit him with a double shoulder arm breaker. Kalb smirks as he lifts Junior up, and plants him with a swinging neckbreaker. Kalb lifts him up again and grabs him by the head, hitting some mounted punches. He whips Junior into the ropes, and runs at him but Junior get out the way, and makes a tag to Senior. Senior jumps in and immediately begins to deliver knife edge chops to the chest of Kalb. He force whips Kalb to the opposite corner and Kalb stumbles out of it, so Senior hits a dropkick. He makes a cover, but Kalb quite easily kicks out before three. Senior looks at the ref as he picks Kalb up. He grapples with him but Kalb forces him away, and grabs Senior, hitting a belly to belly side suplex. Tired, Kalb makes the tag to Fitsharris, who appears to be full of energy. He enters the ring, and goes down, clubbing Senior in the face with some headlock punches.

Fitsharris only stops when the ref butts in and interferes, but Fitsharris grins, knowing the match may soon be over. He picks Senior up and whips him at the ropes, but Senior catches him in a running Russian Leg Sweep. The fans pop for the move, as Senior slowly picks himself up and makes the tag to his son. Santana Junior goes into the ring and waits for Fitsharris to get up. He tries hitting a dropkick, but Fitsharris manages to stumble out of the way. Fitsharris tries to capitalize as he lifts Junior up, and hits him with his finisher, The Buck Stops Here (X-Factor). Fitsharris slowly rolls Junior over, and makes the cover: 1……2……but Senior is there to stop the count. Kalb comes in to take out Senior, and throws him out the ring. Kalb follows, and begins assaulting Senior with a large number of punches. With nothing happening in the ring, the ref goes to the outside to deal with the two. He manages to temporarily break up the fight, but that allows Daunte Thomas to appear from the crowd! He enters the ring, and plants Fitsharris with a huge Face Eraser. Fitsharris stumbles back and Junior hits the El Santana Driver. The referee goes into the ring as Junior makes the cover, making the count: 1……2……3!!!

Philip: Here are your winners…El Santanas!

’Gasolina’ hits, as Thomas escapes back through the crowd. Kalb enters the ring, incredibly pissed off as Junior leaves the ring to see to his father, and they both celebrate their win, although being a little groggy. The fans give a round of applause for the Santanas as they make their way up the ring, but with the Capitalists knowing that the war has just begun between themselves and D-Train.

Fade Out.

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Segment: The King of TV

The two Santanas are walking backstage after their recent victory, much to the help of D-Train. They are laughing and telling jokes in Spanish, but they stumble upon El Froggy Mask, who is busy putting on his flippers, ready for the next match.

Santana Junior: Oh hey, look who it is. It’s the failed luchador who couldn’t beat yours truly on the first show of the new Fallout.

Santana Senior: Yeah holmes. Do us a favour bro and leave, man. You’re putting us all to shame.

Froggy just looks at his flippers, but he’s not ignoring the two. Instead he looks up, in quite a bouncy mood, and replies to the two.

Froggy: Well at least I got some recognition on Fallout. You two stuck beating down development people!

The Santanas don’t like that insult, but decide against attacking Froggy. Instead, they just laugh at him, and continue verbally abusing him.

Junior: Listen man, I cannot wait for next week when we kick your ass in the TV Title Battle Royale! Santana for life!

Froggy: Oh no, Mr. Santanas. You’re forgetting that you only beat tag champions for D-Train helping, and as much as I like D-Train, that is no honorable way to win. I go out there and defeat Daniel Ness, and show you how it should be done!

Froggy leaves the two, with Santana Junior shaking his head in disbelief. But Santana Senior just nudges his son, smirking.

Senior: We got it in the bag next week.

The two grin towards other, sure that one of the two will walk out of the Pre-Show as the Fallout TV champion, as we fade off.

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Match 2: El Froggy Mask vs. Daniel Ness

We cut back to the ring, where Daniel Ness is standing in the ring, ready for some one-on-one action as Froggy is about to make his appearance.

Philip: And from the Janitor’s Closet, weighing at 180 lbs…El Froggy Mask!

The fans go nuts as expected as ‘Green Hornet’ hits and El Froggy Mask walks out. He looks pretty ecstatic as he runs at top speed down to the ring, sliding in. One of his flippers gets caught and falls off, but Froggy doesn’t care and takes the other flipper off, throwing it into the crowd where there’s a scramble to get it. Froggy then turns around, and watches Ness as the two get ready to start.

Bell Rings.

The two stalk each other around the ring, going left and right. They then lock up into a headlock, and Ness gets the upper hand as he locks in a front facelock, and takes Froggy down to the ground with it. He holds Froggy face-first on the ground, but the referee counts to five and forces Ness to let go. The two get to their feet and lock up again, and this time Froggy takes the advantage. He breaks the hold and hits Ness a couple of times in the face with an elbow. He then throws Ness at the ropes and hits a Powerslam Pin: 1……2…kickout by Ness. The two quickly get to their feet and lock up again. Ness wins it again this time, and turns Froggy around 180 degrees. He grabs Froggy around the waist but Froggy looks around and manages to shove Ness away. As Ness recovers, Froggy turns around and hits him with a powerful dropkick. Ness flies backwards, but rather than falling to the floor, falls to the ropes. Froggy then runs forwards and leaps in the air, hitting Ness with a hurricarana to the outside. Froggy remains in the ring, and waits as the referee makes the count.

Ness feels his lips in case of any bleeding, and then shows intent in his eye as he enters the ring. Froggy attempts another lock up, but Ness shows no signs of wanting to do that, instead punching Froggy in the face a couple of times, which is largely against Ness’s nature. Ness whips Froggy powerfully at the ropes, and catches him in an overhead belly to belly suplex. Ness makes the cover: 1……2…..kickout by Froggy. The two wrestlers get to their feet, and Froggy again tries a lock up but Ness kicks him in the gut and hits a DDT. Froggy slowly gets up, holding his head in pain and Ness hits a Japanese Arm Drag. He makes another cover: 1……2…kickout by Froggy. The fans begin to get behind Froggy, chanting his name as Ness locks in a sleeper hold. Froggy appears to be fading out, but the sounds of the crowd appear to spur him on more. The referee lifts his arm up, but it doesn’t drop and Froggy feels the hype as the arena goes nuts. He manages to elbow Ness in the face and roll away, getting back to his feet.

Froggy is up now as Ness slowly follows, and Froggy hits a flipping neckbreaker. He then gets up and points to the ropes, and the fans cheer. Froggy climbs the ropes, and leaps off into the Frog Splash. Ness though gets half up and the last moment, and catches Froggy in midair. After some complication he rolls Froggy into a reverse cradle, and grabs the bottom rope with his arm as the referee makes the cover: 1……2…..3!

Philip: Here is your winner, Daniel Ness!

Froggy is completely shocked as Daniel Ness throws his arms in the air, celebrating his victory. Froggy complains to the ref that Ness cheated, but Ness retaliates by lifting Froggy up to his feet, and hitting a double underhook powerbomb. The ring shakes with force as Ness gets to his feet, with the arena loudly booing him. He simply smirks as he leaves the ring, knowing that he’ll have done Biff proud as he heads to the back.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Attention and Feedback (Credit: Senator)

As the show comes back from commercials, the recently notorious Predator and the monstrous John “Holocaust” Harris, alongside manager Seth Cowell are standing in Biff’s office, with no less than six security officers standing between them. Predator has his belt over his shoulder, and keeps glancing at it lovingly, while Holocaust looks like he’s about to explode at any moment, with his neck veins bulging out.

Biff: Now don’t think I called you in here to make a mess out of my office, so leave the stuff alone!

Biff’s office, of course, already looks like a frat house basement, and could not possibly be trashed much more, that is, unless someone destroyed the large amount of Harley-Davidson merchandise randomly placed around.

Biff: I wanted to tell you two that you could be booked to appear on ACW television for a few appearances, and make Fallout and yourselves a nice little paycheck! Both of you have gotten a ton of attention from the ACW management with your actions lately. Apparently, Ginger read all those shoot interviews, Predator, and with all those derogatory comments you made about a number of ACW main eventers, he thought that it’d be gold to have you at Genocide for some match or something that he didn’t tell me about. You just have to agree to appear for several appearances, and…

Predator: No problem, I can handle that match without even breaking a sweat! I am the Fallout Champ, after all!

Predator signs his name on the dotted line with a flourish, and confidently hands the sheet of paper back to Biff.

Biff: Right, and then that leaves Holocaust, here. Ginger’s seen you smashing the entire Fallout main event roster, and stressed that he wants you to also compete as part of the deal. Any problems?

Cowell: My client’s only problem will be deciding which way to destroy his opponents in which ever matches he is handed. We accept.

Cowell takes the contract and hands it to Harris, who nearly rips the page with his signature, and tosses it back on Biff’s desk.

Biff: All right then, now you’re going to have to appear on Warfare first, and from what I was told you’re going to have to compete in a special little tag match…

Fade Out

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Match 3: Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. Ken Shoryuuken (Credit: Senator)

As the commercials end, new Fallout recruit Ken Shoyuuken is seen standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a black Karate gi, and going through an exaggerated set of martial arts moves, yelling out random names. It’s not long before “Eagleheart” plays over the PA system, hailing the entrance of one of Fallout’s rising stars, DNA. The lights dim, with red spotlights flashing around the arena, and finally focusing on the entranceway, where DNA walks down, with his two corner men on either side.

Phillip: Announcing next, hailing out of Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, Dangerous Nicholas Alger!

Alger strides down to the ring, with no discernable expression on his face. Shoryuuken for his part bows to his entering opponent, and strikes a Bruce Lee style stance, yelling to the crowd.

Dean Bardo: Yelling is not going to earn our new recruit any victories. From what I’ve seen, he’s very talented, but a bit of a loose cannon, and doesn’t know how to properly focus his skills.

R.J. Fisher: So what if he’s not perfect in the ring yet? We have enough strong wrestlers around here, and this guy’s entertaining! The fans want to see him, and we oblige them right here on Fallout, the fastest hour on television!

Bardo: I’m not so sure if it’s a good idea though, putting him against Alger, who’s one of the most vicious competitors here on Fallout, and is also one of the top contenders right now for the Junior Title, Fallout Title, or whatever Biff wants to call it now…

The bell rings, and Shoyuuken immediately starts off by throwing a series of spinning wheel kicks, closing the distance between himself and his opponent. Alger remains unmoving, even as his opponent’s foot nearly grazes his face. Ken tries to connect with a superkick, but DNA ducks it right into a quick fireman carry slam. Shoyuuken rolls to his feet, and goes for a punch, only to have it parried into a hanging gut wrench neck spike.

Bardo: That’s a Karelin lift, made famous by Russian Olympic wrestler, Alexander Karelin.

Shoyuuken, though shaken, impressively rolls back to his feet, and digs in his gi for a moment. As Alger closes in, Ken pulls his hands together by his side, and suddenly thrusts them forward with a double palm strike, pushing what appears to be a quantity of flash paper towards his opponent, yelling “HADOKEN!” in the process.

Fisher: Whoa, Nelly, he just threw a fireball at DNA!

Shoyuuken takes advantage of the confusion his “fireball” gave him, striking repeatedly with a number of rapid fire palm strikes, backing DNA into the corner.

Fisher: That’s a ten hit combo, right into a corner trap!

Bardo: Lay off the analogies, Fisher, it’s distracting.

Shoyuuken attempts to finish with a Moonsault flip kick, but is cut off by a vicious series of low kicks to the knee, a middle kick to the ribs, and finally, an axe kick to the neck. Alger goes for a pin after the attack…

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…Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Goodfellas come through the crowd, and hit the ring, Tony the Rod distracting the referee as Eddie the Wire attempts to slug the seemingly distracted DNA…but Alger’s combat senses are well honed, and he kicks the interfering Mafioso off the ring apron. Shoryuuken attempts to go for a discus lariat at his opponent…and once again, DNA sees an opponent coming from his blindside, and leaps up, locking Ken in the Bermuda Triangle! Shoruuken shows a great deal of fighting spirit, and attempts to escape the hold, but seeing no way out, honorably taps out.

Phillip: Your winner, Dangerous Nicholas Alger!

Tony the Rod helps Eddie the Wire get back to his feet, as the two back off, DNA asks for a microphone.

DNA: That’s it! Biff, you want to screw me over? You think that you can overwhelm people with numbers? Next week, things will be different…

Alger drops the microphone, gets a drink of water from his trainers, and walks away.

Fade Out

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Segment: Troubles with the Big Boys

We open back up in the office of the General Manager Biff Taylor, where once again Predator is sat in the chair opposite him. But he’s not alone, as to the left of the Fallout Champion stands Wolf, and to the right of the champion stands Daniel Ness. The three are all in the main event as the lumberjacks, but Wolf does not look especially pleased, as he breaks the silence.

Wolf: Listen, boss. I don’t think it’s fair that I’m in this match. All this match shows is that I am going to have to pick between Sgt. Pilko and Holocaust out of who I dislike more. I’m glad that I’m not fighting tonight, as I want to be in top shape for the match next Saturday. But to put me in this, with two dangerous people shows how you do not care about your roster. What if one or more of us gets injured? Then you’ll not only have a lawsuit to deal with, but you’ll also have no main event for the Pre-Show.

Biff just sits there, laying back on his chair. He spits out some tobacco chew, and it makes that pleasurable ‘ping’ sound you’d associate with it hitting the brass bin, which sits by the main door.

Biff: When did you ever care about the welfare and safety of the roster, Wolf?

Wolf: We it’s-

Biff: I have five people in that main event next week. Pair any two of them together will make a great match. Hell, if four or five of you get injured, I can easily take people of out the TV Title Battle Royale. You will not believe how many people would love to see Felix Santana Junior/El Froggy Mask VI, and for the title would just make things juicier.

Ness: Yeah Wolf, what happened to you? You used to be cool….

Wolf glares at Ness, and Ness abruptly shuts up.

Wolf: Well in that case I’ll just have to make sure that I don’t have to throw as much as one punch.

Biff: And if you don’t, you’re removed from the title match next week.

Wolf & Predator: (Wolf sounded angrily shocked, Predator sounding happily shocked) WHAT!?

Biff: Well this match will set up next week, so I need it to be as exciting as it can be. And one wrestler refusing to do his duties ruins this, so you will take part in the actions tonight, Wolf. You got that clear?

Wolf: …

Biff: Well?

Wolf: …yeah, I guess….

Biff: Good. Now each of yeah, clear off. I got some important ‘work’ I have to be doing.

Ness and Wolf leave the room, with Ness shoving past Wolf to leave the room first. Predator just stands up, leans over and whispers something into Biff’s ear.

Predator: Hey, I don’t have to take part, do I?

Biff: Piss off.

Predator leaves, looking quite offended as Biff starts doing some paperwork, and inserts some more tobacco into his mouth.

Fade Out.

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Match 4: ‘Riot’ McConnell vs. Ben Drinkin

Philip: The following tie is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, making his Fallout debut today…weighing at 264 lbs, Ben Drinkin!

’Street Fighting Man’ by the Motley Crew hits and Ben Drinkin makes his extravagant debut with an extravagant entrance, as a vehicle not dissimilar to the General Lee from Dukes of Hazard. As he slowly drives it along the stage, he stops, and gets out. He walks past the fans, clapping their hands as a driver takes the vehicle from the entrance. Drinkin slides into the ring and climbs onto the second turnbuckle, where he poses for the fans before jumping down.

Philip: And from Huntington Beach, California, weighing at 251 lbs…’Riot’ McConnell!

’Enemy’ by Sevendust hits and the fans cheer for the rookie as he goes down the ring. The man who celebrated a first victory on Fallout recently, and then impressed in a fatal four way match a couple of weeks back on Meltdown comes down to the ring, full of confidence and he enters the ring, jumping onto a couple of turnbuckles before jumping off and facing his opponent.

Bell Rings.

The two lock into a front grapple, but the debutant gets the upper hand, and uses his vast strength to lift Riot up and throw him to the ground. Riot just grins as he gets to his feet, and retaliates with a thunderous flying forearm, which causes Drinkin to spin right round in the air before landing. He gets up, again smiling, and the two lock up. Drinkin is shoved away by Riot, who then delivers a knife edge chop. Riot hits a second one, with the crowd ‘WOOOO’ing each chop. But Drinkin comes back with a couple of chops of his own, before Riot hits a couple more, and then Drinkin again returns the favour. The two stop their little chopfest, and separate from each other, temporarily going back to a corner. They come back to the ring, and Drinkin ducks the swinging arm of Riot, and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. He picks Riot back up and lifts him onto his shoulders, but Riot gets off the shoulders, hooking Drinkin by his neck and hitting a reverse DDT. Riot makes the cover, but Drinkin is able to kick out before three. The two get to their feet and Riot appears to have the advantage, delivering a knee to the chest of Drinkin, causing him to double over. He lifts Riot up and tries to hit a powerbomb of sorts, but Drinkin clubs Riot in the head, forcing him to drop him. Riot is then the victim of a bulldog, and Drinkin rolls him over, attempting another pin: 1……2……kickout by Riot.

Drinkin gets to his feet, looking a little pissed off at not getting the cover. He lifts Riot up, but Riot elbows Drinkin in the stomach. He then delivers a roundhouse kick to the chest of Drinkin, and at the same time gives a kick to the back of the knees. Then in quick succession, he lets go of Drinkin and kicks him in the back of the head, completing the Peacemaker move. Drinkin holds everywhere that hurts, clearly in a substantial amount of pain, but Riot refuses to give up. He lifts Drinkin to his feet and whips him at the ropes, but Drinkin reverses it, hitting a huge Spinebuster. Drinkin falls back, deprived of energy but slowly makes a cover: 1……2……kickout by Riot. Drinkin gets back to his feet, but looks a little dozed as he picks Riot up. A delay in action means Riot is able to kick Drinkin down below, hooking the arms, and lift Drinkin to his shoulders. He then slams him down in a Pedigree version, finishing off his alternate finisher, the McConnellizer. He then makes the cover, with Drinkin not having a chance in the world to kick out, and so gets the easy 1, 2, 3.

Philip: Here is your winner, ‘Riot’ McConnell!

’Enemy’ by Sevendust hits again and McConnell again shows what potential he has as he gets up off Drinkin, and to his feet. He has put on another good display, and jumps onto each turnbuckle, with the fans applauding him. He jumps down as Drinkin slowly gets up, and as a mark of respect the two shake hands to show that they are still friends as we fade out.

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Title: A Private Moment

Another week, another seven days, another seven X’s on the calendar. Two days after St. Patrick’s Day, and Seth Cowell was suffering from one mother of a hangover. Too out of it to even prepare for the show, so John was alone for once. His pre-match ritual was about halfway done, his pushups and muscle stretches out of the way. Not much else to do, really, but think. Not so much match strategy, he’d be more than able to handle Pilko along with all three of the other men around the ring.

Maybe it was why he was doing it.

He was better than them and it seemed that everyone knew it. He simply crushed anyone in his way and the only sweat he broke was because of the heat of the lights. No, he needed some kind of reason to justify crushing the spirit of anyone who climbed into the ring with him.

But, the only thing he could think of was his drive to find someone better than him. Someone who didn’t crumble after the first Lariat, someone who didn’t look up at him with thinly veiled fear in their eyes. That was a look he’d grown to pity… To despise, in his life.

Yes, he was big. Yes, he was strong. Yes, he was mean. But he wasn’t some emotionless monster every minute of every day. He was a competitor and his natural advantages did not guarantee his victory in every match, though it did give him quite the advantage.

But this Predator person was apparently his gateway into a larger forum. Or, at least, the belt he held was. But the belt wasn’t important when it came down to it, the means with which a man earned and maintained his control of it was. That was what many people didn’t realize.

To be a craven coward that boasted your talents only when there was no chance of retaliation only to shy away from physical contact with a man who may or may not be able to seriously hurt you was only further proof that the belt you held was yours in name only. The man you ran from was going to catch you and he was going to make you pay for every syllable of malformed drivel coming from your mouth.

That’s how it worked, and that’s how it was going to be, come hell or high water, and that’s what he was going to do before his business with Predator was over. Plain and simple, there was only one victor in any battle and he had yet to find anyone who could even offer a remote chance of a loss. Until there was a man that could stop him, he wouldn’t rest. Titles, they came and went. Taking a man’s smile and driving it into the mat simply because you could was why John Harris was in this business, and he would leave a trail of the broken on his way to someone that could finally stop him.

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Match 5: Holocaust vs. Sgt. Pilko (Wolf, Daniel Ness & Predator as Lumberjacks)

The three lumberjacks are around the side of the ring, as we prepare for tonight’s main event.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a lumberjack match! Coming first, from Newcastle, England, weighing at 275 lbs…Sgt Pilko!

’I Predict a Riot’ by the Kaiser Chiefs hits and there is a huge chorus of boos and jeers as Sgt. Pilko walks out into the arena. He looks up with a disgruntled smirk on his face as he calmly walks down to the ring. He is wearing his sunglasses, but takes them off and drops them before entering the ring. From there, a green pyro is set off from one of the turnbuckles, exploding as Pilko waits for his opponent, evaluating each lumberjack.

Philip: And being accompanied to the ring by Seth Cowell, from Hartford, CT, weighing at 300 lbs…Holocaust!

The beginning strains of a guitar from the song ‘Power Struggle’ are heard over the stadium's speaker system. At approximately the ten-second point of the song (when the drums and guitars kick in to a head-splitting crescendo), a set of pyros set into the stage on the sides of the entrance ignite in a dual line of explosions. Holocaust takes the stage just as this happens to the boos from the crowd, his manager walking behind him and exchanging words with the fans. Holocaust pays them no mind, however, and eyes the lumberjacks, especially the champion Predator, as he enters the ring.

Bell Rings.

The two walk up to each other, exchanging words. Pilko throws an open handed punch at Holocaust, and the fans boo. Holocaust does the same, and the fans also boo. Pilko then goes straight into Holocaust, beating him with a large number of punches to the face. Holocaust shoves Pilko away and hits Pilko with some stiff chops across the chest and abdomen area. Holocaust throws Pilko into the corner, and then proceeds to hit him with a large number of clotheslines. After five of these, Holocaust lets Pilko stumble out of the corner. Pilko looks like an Irish drunk as he loiters around the ring, and Holocaust leaps after him with a flying clothesline. But Pilko was playing possum, and he catches Holocaust midair, hitting a leaping lariat. Holocaust flies to the ground, but is quick to get back to his feet. Pilko goes forward but Holocaust lifts him up and hits a hard backbreaker. He makes the cover, but Pilko kicks out before three. Holocaust lifts Pilko to his feet and gets him at the ropes. Holocaust tries to choke Pilko, but the ref makes a count and at four, Holocaust lets go. Holocaust then runs off the ropes, and tries to hit a Yakuza kick but Pilko gets out the way, and Holocaust is situated in a position so that he is standing in between the ropes. A painful place to be. Pilko then bounces off the ropes and hit a lariat, knocking Holocaust out of the ring and being exposed to the lumberjacks.

Both Daniel Ness and Predator begin beating down the giant with a flurry of punches, but Wolf sits out, like previously stated not exactly wanting to be involved in this match at all. But Holocaust is able to fight back after getting to his feet, evading most punches. He throws Ness into Predator, and they both fall. He then eyes Wolf, and makes a cut throat taunt before entering the ring, which incenses Wolf. Holocaust enters the ring, but Pilko grabs him and hits a double arm spiral suplex. The move shatters Holocaust, but also takes a lot out of Pilko, especially being 25 pounds lighter than his opponent. But Pilko slowly rolls onto his side, and drapes an arm over Holocaust’s body: 1……2……kickout by Holocaust. Pilko rolls off Holocaust as the referee starts a count, and both men appear to be a little blown by the match already. Pilko and Holocaust roll to opposite ropes, and pick themselves up. Pilko smirks as he sees Holocaust in a good position, and he runs, but Holocaust ducks the clothesline and hits a Yakuza Kick, causing Pilko to fly over the top rope and to the outside. Ness and Predator are again the two to cause trouble, and appear to make more of a difference on Pilko than they did with Holocaust. But the two try and whip Pilko into the barricade, and fail to do so, and instead Pilko throws both of them into the steel steps. He then eyes Wolf, like Holocaust had, before re-entering the ring.

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The two big men walk up to each other, and lock up. Holocaust uses his strength to throw Pilko at the ropes. Holocaust bends over but Pilko sees this, and kicks him in the head. But Holocaust’s facial expression shows that he wanted Pilko to do that, and he grabs Pilko around the neck, choking him for a couple of seconds before throwing him to the floor. Holocaust appears to be a man possessed as he lifts Pilko up by his back, and hits a Full Nelson Slam into an inverted Sidewalk Slam. The fans watch in awe as this man is able to do these kinds of moves to somebody such as Pilko. Holocaust makes the cover, but does not get the three count he desires. He lifts Pilko up and throws him into the ropes, and Pilko flies over, but is still holding on to the ropes. Holocaust looks annoyed, and goes over in an attempt to throw Pilko to the ‘sharks’. But Pilko knees Holocaust in the gut, and tries to hit a suplex. After a few seconds of pushing and shunting, Pilko is able to suplex Holocaust over the ropes, but he falls himself. Suddenly all three lumberjacks are brawling these two monsters, but suddenly the Goodfellas and the Glamour Boy rush down to the ring. They pull Ness away and begin brawling everybody they can, and there’s chaos everywhere. The five currently lumbering (not including Ness) wear down the two, until there’s blood squirting from the foreheads of both men.

Cowell is screaming at the ref, demanding him to do something but the timid ref is afraid. Suddenly there’s a scream from the brawling area, as both Pilko and Holocaust begin to dominate the lumbers. Holocaust throws Predator into the barricade, whilst Pilko takes out both Goodfellas. Pilko also big boots Wolf, whilst Holocaust sneaks into the ring without Pilko knowing. Pilko then grabs the Glamour Boy, and delivers the X-5 into the ring post, severely shattering the back of the Glamour Boy. Pilko then enters the ring, but doesn’t realize about Holocaust, who kicks him in the gut, turns him around and hits a Pumphandle Death Valley Driver (aka the Dawn of the Dead). He makes the cover, with a slight drop of blood splashing off his eyebrow onto the canvas, as the referee makes the cover: 1……2……3.

Philip: Here is your winner…Holocaust!

Seth Cowell enters the ring as Holocaust gets off the body of Pilko, and Cowell raises his arm. The fans jeer as Holocaust looks on at the destruction around him, with only Daniel Ness being able to have escaped the carnage. Holocaust then eyes the Junior Title, which has been left lying on the outside, and He points it out to Cowell, and the two smile, knowing that to them at least, Predator’s days as champion are slowly coming to an end. Fallout fades out, leaving a few questions to be pondered….

With five men walking into the Genocide Pre-Show wanting the Fallout Openweight Title walking out, it will be one of the biggest main events in the history of Fallout. But who will be able to get their hands on the gold?

A new title will be on the line. But can the lightweights of Froggy and Santana Junior, the expected favourites, come over their disadvantage?

And with the tag titles on the line, can the Capitalists overcome the mind games, or will we see new tag team champions crowned at the Pre-Show?

There’s only a week to go before one of the biggest shows in the history of Fallout. Genocide is just around the corner, but we will have to wait and see whether or not a massacre will be in place.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Jake]

"Fastest Hour in Television"

If it was a show, I would believe it.

Great show, despite is length, or lack thereof.

[hitman]

Great show my friends.

[hunter]

Indeed. A good show, and Holo kills more jobbers. Go him.

[Jack Jefferson]

*Marks out for Holocaust*