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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:22:16 GMT -5
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Stan H. Johnson vs. Gooner
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Capitalists vs. Lost Boys
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Fallout TV Title: Ben Drinkin vs. 004
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Daniel Ness vs. Wolf
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Holocaust vs. 'Riot' McConnell
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A cleverly done piece of technology shows how D-Train, Ben Drinkin and Holocaust all won their titles in three different squares. It freezes all three holding their belts high, as a mark of a new golden era – ignore the pun – of Fallout.
“Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on television!”
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:23:35 GMT -5
Segment: Words of Warning
We open up in Biff’s locker room, where Biff looks oddly relaxed, clasping his fingers together, with several wrestlers lined up against a wall. The wrestlers, most notably, are Sgt. Pilko and Daniel Ness. Biff appears quite silent, as he spits tobacco into the bin.
*ping*
Biff: So last week, you two had the chance to win the Fallout Championship for yourself, and you both failed to win the belt.
Ness: But Biff….
Biff: Now now, didn’t you not learn not to speak back at your elders? So people….Anyways, I’m rather annoyed that both of you failed to win the belt for myself and yourself too. I mean the Goodfellas managed to do it, so why not either of you?
Pilko: If you let me answer. Wolf and Holocaust are complete beasts, and that Predator is a cocky little shit as well. But I could have had two of those three men any time of the week. It just so happens that that third person – Holocaust – ruined both our chances.
Ness turns to Pilko, looking a little peeved.
Ness: So is that why you booted me? To win the belt for ‘the stable’?
Pilko: Listen, you little skip rat. I was the one that dominated the match. I think it would have only been fair that the one that dominates the match goes on to win it….
Ness: Bollocks to that. Just because you’re an army veteran – Biff there is an army veteran, but he doesn’t brag on about it.
Pilko: I didn’t say anything about the army. Maybe you ought to get your ears cleaned out before you talk.
Biff: LISTEN, BOTH OF YOU!
The two are silent, looking over to Biff.
Biff: I don’t care about what happened in the match, but rather the result. But I have a proposition to make. Both of you will face Wolf in singles action. Ness tonight, and Pilko next week. And you two got that clear?
They silently nod.
Biff: Good. Now clear off, the two of ya. I got some important phone calls to make.
The two leave, with the cameraman staying in to see Biff dial a number. But Biff sees the cameraman and glares at him, giving the cameraman the sign to leave immediately.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:24:22 GMT -5
Match 1 – Stan H. Johnson vs. Gooner
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, weighing at 265 lbs…Stan H. Johnson!
The fans cheer loudly as Stan Hansen’s old theme – Sunrise – hits and Johnson walks out. He impressed many with his performance in the battle royale last week, and was unlucky not to win it as he walks down the ramp with a powerful walk. He enters the ring, and just waits in a corner for his opponent.
Philip: And weighing at 140 lbs…Gooner!
There’s a surprisingly loud pop for Gooner as he makes his way out onto the stage. He looks a little anxious over his opponent, but generally appears happy to finally be back on TV. He runs down to the ring, and slides in, but struggles to get through the ropes and there’s a brief pause for comedy until he gets in. He jumps to his feet, and the match begins.
Bell rings
Johnson tries to end the match quickly and runs at him with a lariat, but Gooner ducks it and plants Johnson with some open hand punches. They affect Johnson briefly, and this allows Gooner to hits a spinning backhand. He then tries a dropkick, and it doesn’t knock Johnson down, but rather himself. Johnson just treats himself in a corner, whilst Gooner gets to his feet. Gooner races at Johnson, who just turns around and unleashes a powerful big boot. The match should be over now, but Gooner rolls onto his front, and still looks conscious. This is a little surprising for some older Fallout fans, as he rolls to his feet. Johnson grins, and tries picking him up, but Gooner rolls down the back of Johnson, dropkicking him in the back of the head, which causes him to fall to his knees. Gooner then hits a really low down DDT, and a leg drop. By now he’s hit most moves in his moveset, as he makes a cover: 1……2…kickout by Johnson. Johnson throws Gooner off the pin, and gets to his feet. He grabs Gooner, and hits him with an Oklahoma Slam. He picks Gooner up, and then hits him with a Powerbomb Whip. The match is as good as done, but the fans enjoy seeing Johnson annihilate Gooner, as he picks him up one more time and hits a Blockbuster Suplex (Fall Away Slam). Johnson picks himself up and smirks as he warms up his arm. He even chats to Philip as he waits for Gooner to get to his feet. When Gooner finally gets up, Johnson leaps off the ropes and nearly decapitates Gooner, who flips more than 360 degrees with the move. Johnson just rolls him over and makes the cover, getting the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner….Stan H. Johnson!
Sunrise hits the PA system again and Johnson picks himself off Gooner, mockingly wiping his shoulders and dusting them off, as he stands to his feet. He throws his arms in the air briefly, before leaving the ring without a sound. The fans cheer him as he walks up the ramp, and to the back, as Gooner slowly comes round, and the fans cheer him for taking such a beating.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:25:34 GMT -5
Segment: Getting Ready (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, the Capitalists are seen in the ACW Arena, walking through the hallways to their match with the Lost Boys. Fitsharris has a bandage on his head, and Kalb has quite the annoyed look on his face.
Fitsharris: Seriously, though, I heard that coyote howl, and I don’t know, I thought I was a mountain lion or something, and I charged after it…and ran right into a barbed wire fence!
Kalb: Please remind me why I team with you…
Fitsharris: Relax bro, it was those damned Lost Boys who were the reason! They got me all loopy up on those “substances!”
Kalb: And the fact that you were that damn stupid to have eaten their brownies should convince me? No, tonight, you prove yourself to me.
Fitsharris: Hey, I’m as embarrassed as you are, and other than the barbed wire thing, I can’t even remember what happened that day, except for charging into the fence.
Kalb: You know, I don’t mind camping, like any other good ol’ American man, I almost don’t even mind having to share the tent…but having you steal my entire twelve pack of Bud, act like a friggin’ maniac, and almost getting us both shot by those farmers was crossing the line…and why exactly did you try to bite my ear?
Fitsharris: Hey, I remember that stuff since I was drunk off my rocker, instead of high in the sky! I think I was reliving my old frat days when the brothers told me I had to go under hypnotism, act like a wild tiger and run around for a day on my hands and…
Kalb: Enough! I don’t care! Just win this match here tonight, and I don’t care…but I’m warning you, I’m not putting up with your usual crap anymore…
The Capitalists continue down the hallways, and one can only wonder what other stuff Fitsharris got into back in his college days…
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:26:16 GMT -5
Match 2 – Capitalists vs. Lost Boys
We return to the action, where the Lost Boys are in the ring and ready for action.
Philip: And weighing at a combined weight of 450 lbs…Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, the Capitalists!
’Born in the USA’ hits and there are a large number of jeers flowing through the arena, as the Capitalists make their way down the ramp and towards the ring. This, being their first match since they lost their belts at the pre-show, is a must-win match for the two, as they strut down the ramp and enter the ring, where they taunt the two Lost Boys.
Bell rings
Kalb and Memnoch exit the ring, meaning Fitsharris and Uriel will start. The two circle the ring, before Fitsharris leaps into action. Uriel catches him by the arm, taking him down with a spinning armdrag takedown. Fitsharris is back on his feet though and hooks Uriel around the head and hits a snap suplex. The two get back to their feet again, and Uriel takes Fitsharris down with a leg sweep, but Fitsharris is quickly off the ground, taking Uriel to the canvas with a headlock takedown. The fans cheer for the explosive start, but then turn their cheers to boos as Fitsharris rakes Uriel in the eyes whilst he’s still down. He picks Uriel up and forces him into the corner. He takes Uriel out of the corner and throws him at the ropes, taking him down with a leg lariat. He makes the tag to Kalb, who immediately jumps into the ring with a grin on his face. The two lift Uriel up and go for a double vertical suplex, but they stall as Uriel is in the air. This allows Uriel to drop down, and hit a double DDT on the two. The fans go nuts as Uriel slowly crawls to his corner. The fans cheer him on with the help of Memnoch, who stamps his foot as he awaits the tag. The tag does come, and Memnoch enters the ring to the cheers of the fans. He enters the ring, and there’s chaos as the two Capitalists are also up.
Memnoch charges at the two, but they catch him and hit a double spinebuster. Uriel then gets to his feet, and hits a Tornado DDT on Fitsharris. But he fails to see Kalb, who retaliates with a swinging Neckbreaker. He makes a cover, but the referee tells him that Uriel isn’t the legal man. Kalb shoves Uriel away, looking rather annoyed. He picks up Memnoch, as the ring clears and we get back to normal procedure. He throws Memnoch at the ropes, and hits a kitchen sink. The fans begin to jeer as he smirks towards them, lifting Memnoch slowly back up. He delivers a powerful uppercut, but Memnoch doesn’t fall. Instead, Memnoch retaliates rather rapidly, with a surprisingly powerful flapjack dropkick. Kalb flies out the ring through the ropes, but Fitsharris makes the blind tag, and enters the ring. He takes Memnoch down with a clothesline, and then signals for the Black Tuesday. But before he can fully lock in the move, Uriel plants him in the back of the head with a dropkick. This allows Memnoch to slowly escape to a corner. Fitsharris looks pretty knocked, and Kalb, back on the apron, offers a tag. But Fitsharris refuses it, and goes back to Memnoch. But Memnoch smiles, and catches Fitsharris in an Inside Cradle!
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3!
Philip: Here are your winners….The Lost Boys!
The fans are pretty stunned at the result, as Uriel and Memnoch get out of the way as quick as possible. They celebrate their win with ‘Cry Little Sister’ echoing around the arena. But the focus of action is in the ring, where Kalb is arguing with his tag team partner. Kalb says he should have made the tag, whilst Fitsharris holds the back of his head, trying not to take anything Kalb says. Kalb then leaves the ring on his own, leaving Fitsharris to treat himself as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:27:33 GMT -5
Segment: That’s it! (Credit: Senator)
After the break, the camera comes back to the Capitalists, with Kalb berating the unfortunate Fitsharris as they make their way back from their stunning loss to the Lost Boys, going through the tag team locker room section of the ACW Arena.
R.J. Fisher: This can’t be good, I hope we’re on tape delay…
Kalb: I’ve had it! I’d be better off teaming with freakin’ Gary! At least he’d only embarrass himself! You’re a pathetic waste, Kevin! I don’t…
Fitsharris: Come on! I screwed up! Who cares? I’ve screwed up in the past before, and you have too! Everyone…
Kalb: No! We’ve both done stupid things before, but you’ve utterly and completely humiliated not only yourself, but me…oh great…
??: Uhhh, look over there, Ken, it’s the…uhhh…Capitalists…
Ken Williams: Hehheh! Are they eating the…spicy chicken from the cafeteria?
Bardo: This is not good, Ken Williams and Jason Daniels are going to get themselves in trouble here…
Jason: Uhh, why would they do that?
Ken: Cause they’re flaming! Hehehehe!
Kalb immediately halts in his tracks, and shoots out with a lightning fast left hand, pinning Ken Williams’ neck against the wall, with the right one upraised in a fist.
Kalb: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, CHUMP?
Ken: I said, I said you’re a f…
Jason: Uhhh, he said you like chicken.
Kalb: Whatever, I’m not screwing around with idiots anymore…
Kalb releases his grip and keeps walking, with Fitsharris following.
Jason: Uhhh, did he just say, screwing?
Ken: Heheheh! Yeah! Screwing!
Suddenly, the two beleaguered Capitalists walk right into the path of none other than Ivor Biggin and Pat McGroin, the Royles.
Kalb: No, just no….
Ivor Biggin: Hey there, is that them?
Pat McGroin: Who, the adventurous cowboy duo?
Ivor: Ride ‘em cowboys!
Sometimes, one can take an inhuman level of punishment…other times, one can not, and for Anthony Kalb, this is one of those other times, as he lashes out with his famed right hand, decking Biggin with one punch, and kicks McGroin in, well, the groin, before shoving him headfirst into the wall. Fitsharris, for his part, simply stands back, watching Kalb demolish the Royles. The Capitalists continue down the hallway until they reach the Senatorial Locker Room, but Kalb stops before they enter.
Kalb: That’s it, get in there, get your stuff out, and go back to the general locker room.
Fitsharris: Uh, why?
Kalb: Because I can’t stand looking at your ugly mug, that’s why, you worthless waste of space!
Fitsharris: Hey, I know I messed things up and made us jokes around here, but this isn’t going to help…
Kalb: No, this will help, it’ll help my sanity, now get…the…hell…out…of…my…space.
Fitsharris: You want me to prove myself…fine…I’ll do that!
Fitsharris lunges out with a haymaker, but is blocked by Kalb, who uses his superior size to shove the smaller man into the door, and follows up choking him against the door.
Kalb: You hear me, I want you out of here, now! You want to prove yourself, fine, I’ll give you one last final chance! And that’ll be it! You versus me, in the ring, next time Fallout has a major show! Now I don’t want to see you…and that’s nothing but the truth, jackass!
Kalb releases his grip, and lets Fitsharris enter the locker room, before noticing the camera man following him, which leads right to the…
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:29:00 GMT -5
Match 3 – Fallout TV Title: Ben Drinkin vs. 004
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Fallout TV Championship!
The fans cheer, signaling that the TV Title has been a success so far.
Philip: Coming first to the ring, weighing at 264 lbs…He is the Fallout TV Champion, Ben Drinkin!
’Street Fighting Man’ hits and the fans pop loudly as Ben Drinkin drives out to the stage in that all-familiar car, likened to that of Dukes of Hazard. He exits the vehicle, holding his belt over his shoulder and high fives some of the fans, before climbing up the steel steps and climbing the turnbuckle. He shows off his belt, and jumps down, ready for his opponent.
Philip: And the challenger, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing at 180 lbs…004!
Doll-Daga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety Zag by Marilyn Manson hits and 004 gets a mixed reaction in his first match back on Fallout since being destroyed by Hunter recently. He slowly walks down the ramp and enters the ring, where he poses on the top rope. He jumps down, and gets ready to fight.
Bell Rings
Drinkin leaps forward with venom, throwing a fist in 004’s direction. But 004 grabs the hand and reverses it into a Hammerlock. He shoves Drinkin into the ropes and turns him around, where he unleashes a flurry of punches. Drinkin though gets back into the match rather quickly, hitting a powerful upper cut that sends 004 sprawling to the ground. 004 quickly gets to his feet, and Drinkin takes him down with a standing lariat. Drinkin lifts him up, and throws him at the ropes. 004 manages to leap onto his shoulders, and hit a Hurricarana. He makes a cover, but Drinkin easily kicks out before three. 004 gets to his feet quickly and gets ready for an attempted retaliation movement by Drinkin. Drinkin gets to his feet, and goes towards 004. But 004 chops him hard in the chest, and then hits a dropkick. Drinkin again gets back to his feet rather quickly, but walks straight into the Phoenix DDT. 004 plants it with ease, and the entire arena expects a new champion as he reaches over, grabbing the leg, and making the cover:
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But Drinkin gets a shoulder up. 004 appears quite annoyed at the ref, as he picks Drinkin up. He forces Drinkin into the corner, but Drinkin winks at the camera, and then lifts 004 by the neck, throwing him into the corner. Drinkin then proceeds to hit several knife edge chops onto 004’s chest:
*Chop*
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
*Chop*
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
*Chop*
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Drinkin then stops, and throws 004 into the opposite corner. 004 lands in it hard, and bounces back out. He stumbles backwards, straight into a Russian Leg Sweep. Drinkin takes him to the floor, and quickly lifts him up. He places 004 onto the top turnbuckle, and climbs the ropes with him. The fans cheer, thinking they know what’s going to happen as Drinkin hooks 004’s head, but 004 kicks Drinkin to the floor. Drinkin slowly gets to his feet, and 004 leaps off the turnbuckle, looking to hit a clothesline. But as he lands, Drinkin outstretches his arms and hits the AOK! The fans go crazy as Drinkin calmly makes the cover:
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3!
Philip: Here is your winner, and still TV Champion, Ben Drinkin!
The fans still cheer for Drinkin as he gets to his feet, and his belt is handed to him. But suddenly, ‘Dangerous’ Nick Alger enters the ring, and Drinkin turns around, only to see DNA leap up in the air and lock in the Bermuda Triangle. Drinkin struggles for air, but almost immediately taps out of the move. But DNA refuses to let go of the hold, and several referees, agents and even 004 himself try to break the hold. They have a hard time of doing so, but eventually DNA releases the hold, and smirks at Drinkin as he is carried away by agents.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:31:38 GMT -5
Title: Made to Die (Credit: Holocaust)
Well, he’d lost. Lost due to cheating, by a man who wouldn’t have won without resorting to dirty tactics.
So it wasn’t a loss. He’d lost out on the Heavyweight title but he wasn’t aiming there. He’d been impressed to be qualified to join that match and he’d punished the man responsible suitably… But the man had not been suitably cowed. That would have to change.
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The feed to the monitor was suddenly interrupted by a cutoff, screeching accompanied by the wail of television snow. The feed switched to black and white. The figure of a monster of a man, torso bare, head shaven, stood with his back to the camera. A man stood in front of him, reflective shades on his nose, a trim looking button-up t-shirt on his torso. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, the bare bulb hanging over the scene illuminating the duo.
“It’s begun. The first step to the top of Mount Zion was taken at Genocide… And one step over the body of a certain carnivore that thought he could stand in the way of a juggernaut. Yes, there is and was a Predator that stood against the One-Man World War. A man that believed himself to be the very pinnacle of human evolution, the patron saint of professional wrestling. But this man… He is a greater man than you. He is stronger, he is faster, he is not above making you scream and plead for it to stop before the war is over. Because there is something that he wants… And there is not a man on Fallout that has yet given it to him.”
The man behind him didn’t turn to face the camera, simply cracking his neck and shifting slightly. Seth Cowell turned and glanced at him before turning back to the camera in turn.
“And I doubt that there will be anyone on Fallout to match the man you see before you in any way.The only way that a man could defeat the Human Holocaust is by blatant cheating, and even then only because I could not help my colossal charge because of the eight tons of steel between him and I.”
Not that you ever came to ringside at all, cage or not… John thought. Thoughts went on unheeded at Seth continued to speak.
“There comes a point when a man realizes that there is not a single man that will break his stride. He has to move on, move up, find a man that might stand before him and not flinch in the light of his presence. And those people… Those competitors, are sorely lacking in this place. The power he wields is wasted. The presence he wields is for naught. So… There will be a culmination tonight. That I promise you… And he will be the only man to walk away from that ring. Bring your tired, your poor, your huddled masses… Holocaust is indiscriminate. The rest…”
He chuckled, adjusting his reflective glasses.
“I’ll leave to God to sort out. Have a nice day.”
The feed cut off just as the hulking brute began to turn around, cutting to television snow and the familiar hiss of static before switching back to Fallout’s live feed.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:32:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Bermuda Triangle
We open up in the Fallout backstage area. There are several crew members around the place, obviously still doing some wiring to each of the new locker rooms that have been constructed around this one corridor. And next to this corridor stands Charlotte, with Fallout superstar ‘Dangerous’ Nick Alger. He gets some boos for his entrance, clearly the fans not happy with his actions earlier on. Charlotte has the microphone, and starts off this interview.
Charlotte: So first thing is first, Nick. Why did you attack Ben Drinkin after his TV title match earlier on?
Nick: Well Charlotte, it’s quite simple. I joined ACW back in January 2005, over a year ago, with high hopes. My wins were few at first, but included a win over Wyvern, the Fallen Heroes Champion 2005. I then defeated several other people and won a battle royale for a number one contender’s spot at the Macho Mania Pre-Show. However I failed to win the title then, and it was a mistake, because since I joined back in 2005, I haven’t held a single title. Last week was my best chance to win. I was in the ring with several other no-brainers, but Ben Drinkin fluked his way to winning the TV title. Well I just want to let him know tha-
Suddenly, he’s hit over the head by a block of wood, which splits apart upon impact. Holding the block is Ben Drinkin, and the crowd cheer as he smashes DNA across the back with the remaining 2 by 4. Drinkin drops the wood, and takes the microphone from Charlotte.
Drinkin: So you want to play games there, Alger? Well I have one for you. It’s called a hardcore match, and I’ll see you next week!
Drinkin walks off, leaving the wood behind, and the fans cheer for the prospect of such a match, as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:33:56 GMT -5
Match 4: Wolf vs. Daniel Ness (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Daniel Ness can already be seen standing in the middle of the ring, hopping in place and stretching, as “Mongolian Wolf Star” plays, heralding the arrival of Wolf.
Phillip: Announcing last, he is a member of the BMW, Wolf!
Wolf runs down to the ring, and immediately slides in, or more accurately, attempts to do so, as Ness stomps him on arrival.
R.J. Fisher: These two have been feuding over the last two months or so, and have not waited for the bell to start off!
Dean Bardo: Ness knows that he’s got the advantage by keeping Wolf off his feet. Wolf has a size and height advantage on him, and the ability to take advantage of it. Wolf, though, can not defeat Ness on the mat.
Ness continues his stomping assault as the bell rings. Wolf attempts to get up to his feet, but only gets a low angle dropkick to the chest for his efforts. Ness continues his attacks, and locks on the Ness-asary guillotine choke finisher! Wolf struggles to get to the ropes, managing to even stand up in the hold, forcing Ness to release the body scissors…but sees trouble as Jeffery Janson runs down the entrance ramp, chair in hand. Ness quickly releases his facelock as Janson slides into the ring, but can not be pleased, as Wolf swats the chair out of the Glamour Boy’s hands, and grasps his throat, signaling for a Thor Hand chokeslam! Suddenly, though, a pop arises from the crowd, as the Goodfellas come down through the audience, on opposite sides, and assault Wolf. Janson and Ness join in on the four on one assault…that is, until “Rocky Top” plays over the PA system, with Beau James and El Froggy Mask dashing and hopping respectively to the ring! Beau clobbers Janson with a Kingsport Clothesline, while Froggy takes out both Goodfellas with a huge springboard dropkick. Wolf picks Ness up in a backdrop suplex position, setting up for the Fall from Valhalla…but is not able to complete the move, as the big guns show up, Hugh Daniels and Sgt. Pilko running down the ramp. The BMW team attempt to prepare for the attack, but fail to do so, as Daniels levels Froggy with a Northern Lights Bomb, and Pilko downs Beau with an impressive X-5.
Fisher: Whoa, Nelly! That’s some serious carnage in the ring!
Bardo: Brian Carnage is nowhere in sight…
Fisher: Did YOU just crack a joke? And at this time?
Wolf attempts to face both of his opponents down, not taking into account that Daniel Ness is standing directly behind him., with Janson’s chair unfolded right at his feet. Ness leaps up, taking the unsuspecting Wolf down into a rear facelock, throws a leg up, and hits his Sheer FinNESS inverted guillotine crusher right onto the chair, collapsing it!
Fisher: Simply horrific! That’s awful! Get security out there immediately!
Bardo: Strangely enough, Biff probably doesn’t want security to break this up…
Fisher: Well, this is surely not going to be the end of this struggle!
The Corporate Club members all stand facing the camera, holding their arms up, as the medics arrive to help Wolf away, and the camera goes to…
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:35:00 GMT -5
Segment: New kid on the block (Credit: Jack of Heartz)
Camera pans round to see a tall figure standing confidently. The camera then goes closer up to the man's face.
He is smoking a cigarette while he looks as though he is plotting murder. This figure is the Jack Of Heartz.....
He by as the camera follows him swagger to the interviews room- he enters- he does not say a word to Charlotte
Just sits down- rests back and lights another fag.[/i]
Charlotte: (Taken a-back) Erm....here I have with me is a new superstar on the ACW roster, who goes by the name Jack Of Heartz. I would like you just to say a few things about your history because we don’t know much about, in fact for a lot of fans this will be the first they hear of you.
Jack: Not much to say.......I grew up fighting, I live fighting and when I saw all these pussy wrestlers getting money for having near fuck all talent I thought why fight? When I can get money for teaching these amateurs the Jack Of Heartz way.
Charlotte: Sounds like a war cry, Jack, why are you so angry.........what has happened to turn you into an angry person.
Jack: Pass.
Charlotte: But I just want to know a bit about your li-.....
Jack stubs out his fag on the coffee table. Gets his bag and stares at Charlotte with a mad glint in his eye. He then turns to the camera as if it was an enemy.
Jack: I've been watching you.....And I’m still watching you........this goes out to all of you. But especially, ESPECIALLY, Tornado.....entertainment champion.....’cos there is no way, a genetic wrestler like you, can play the Jack Of Heartz at his own game.... stop running, cos ill always be chasing.
Jack then lights another fag and walks out coolly.......he walks off into the place he prefers to be most......the darkness.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:36:06 GMT -5
Match 5: Holocaust vs. ‘Riot’ McConnell (End credits: Holocaust) Philip: The following match is your main event, and is scheduled for one fall! The strains of ‘Enemy’ by Sevendust hits, and Riot McConnell comes out to a cheering crowd.Philip: Coming first to the ring, from Huntington Beach, California, weighing at 251 lbs…’Riot’ McConnell! McConnell walks down the ramp, and looks a little uneasy at the challenge he has in front of him. But as he enters the ring, he takes a microphone, as his music cuts.McConnell: Hey ACW, what’s up? There’s a positive reaction from the crowd, as McConnell successfully breaks them in.McConnell: I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m leaving ACW. And no, this isn’t an April Fool’s Joke or anything. I am just dealing with some shit in real life, and I think it would be my best interests, and yours, if I took time off wrestling for a while. I’m sorry to those who enjoyed my match, but I guess this is my only option. He drops the microphone, and gets a standing applause from the fans. McConnell looks a little chuffed, and lets out a slight grin, until ‘Power Struggle’ by Sunna hits, and the entrance way blasts up in clouds of fireworks and explosions, as Holocaust makes his entrance.Philip: And being accompanied to the ring by Seth Cowell, he is the Fallout Champion, weighing at 300 lbs….John ‘Holocaust’ Harris! Holocaust walks down the ring expressionless, climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring. He appears hell-bent on making McConnell’s last match his worst nightmare, as Seth Cowell holds the Fallout Championship above his head from the outside.Bell rings Riot looks a little edgy as he scans his opponent. Holocaust does a ‘come here’ taunt, and Riot slowly edges forward. Holocaust tries to knee him in the gut, but Riot does well to sidestep the knee. He then punches Holocaust a couple of times in the face with some open hand punches, and forces him into the corner. Riot then grabs Holocaust by the throat, trying to choke him out but the referee stops him. Riot allows Holocaust to get out of the turnbuckle, and he hits a Samoan Drop. The move obviously took something out of Riot, as he takes a while to get back to his feet. But he grabs Holocaust by the legs, attempting to lock in the Boston Crab. Holocaust manages to squirm his way out of the move, and a powerful double kick sends Riot flying across the ring. Holocaust lifts himself up, and now looks very pissed off. He grabs Riot by the throat, lifting him up to his feet. He then hooks Riot by the neck and lifts him up into a vertical Brainbuster, landing it well. Holocaust gets up and smirks as he lifts Riot up, and hits the Devil Driver (Go Home Driver, www.wrestlingencyclopedia.com/Moves4/GoHomeDriver.wmv) and makes a cover, but Riot manages to get a shoulder up before three. Cowell looks a little annoyed from the outside, and tells Holocaust to finish the match and get it over. Holocaust shrugs his shoulders, lifting Riot up and hitting a Claw hold Chokeslam. He does the move easily, and Riot appears motionless as Holocaust drapes a single foot over his body: 1……2……Kickout by Riot! Both Holocaust and Cowell look confused, but Holocaust grins, having got one more idea up his sleeve. He picks Riot up, and looks set to hit the War Machine. He places Riot under his legs and lifts him up, but Riot punches Holocaust in the head, forcing the large man to drop him. Holocaust feels his head, as Riot leaps off the ropes and hits a high dropkick. He quickly gets to his feet, knowing that he’s not able to waste any time at all on the Fallout champion. He holds his opponent and starts doing a move he calls the ‘Clinch’, a move where he headbutts, kicks, punches, elbows et al the opponent as much as possible. Holocaust manages to break the hold after a short period, but Riot certainly has the upper hand on this his last match in ACW. He picks Holocaust up, and tries an Irish Whip but Holocaust reverses it. Holocaust tries a big boot but McConnell catches the foot and spins Holocaust around. When Holocaust comes back, McConnell hits a Cross Arm Breaker. He makes a cover, but Holocaust is able to kick out before the count of three. Riot smirks as he gets up, and picks Holocaust up with him. He throws Holocaust into the turnbuckle, and signals for the Punisher Plunge. He grabs Holocaust and lifts him to the tope rope, and attempts to hit the avalanche Tiger Bomb. But Holocaust refuses to allow the move to occur, and throws Riot off the top rope.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 2, 2006 11:37:03 GMT -5
Holocaust then looks down, and smiles. He leaps off the turnbuckle, drilling an elbow into Riot’s chest. Riot bursts up and down with such impact being enforced on his chest, and Holocaust smirks as Cowell rubs his hands in delight. The champion lifts Riot up, and throws him hard at the ropes. Holocaust plants a Yakuza Kick that nearly beheads Riot. Holocaust then picks Riot up again, kicking him in the gut, and bouncing off the ropes, hitting the F-16 Kick. Holocaust makes another cover, but once again McConnell is able to kick out. This causes for drastic measure, and Holocaust picks McConnell up, and is prepared to hit a Dawn of the Dead, but McConnell manages to escape from the move. He plants Holocaust with a few knife edge chops, and then follows up with elbows to the face. If he’s going out, he might as well leave the fed with a bang. He grabs Holocaust around the belly, and hits a powerful overhead belly to belly suplex. He gets up again, and picks Holocaust up from behind, hitting a German Suplex. Holocaust is getting beaten up badly, and Cowell’s expression to say the least is priceless, as he stands on the outside shouting at his client. Riot smirks though as he boots Holocaust in the stomach, and hooks both arms. He tries to lift Holocaust onto his shoulder, to hit the McConnellizer move, but he is unable to lift Holocaust all the way. He drops Holocaust safely, and tries to think of another way to defeat him.
He stomps Holocaust a few times, and then climbs the top turnbuckle. He then waits for Holocaust to get to his feet, which he does, before jumping off. He is attempting a leg drop, but lands on Holocaust’s shoulders, and Holocaust keeps him there. Riot panics as Holocaust hits a powerbomb, and then a second one. He then hits an F-5 to finish it off. But suddenly out of nowhere, Predator enters the ring, holding the Fallout Belt! He runs at Holocaust, attempting to plant him with the belt, but Holocaust ducks and strikes a Yakuza Strike out of no where! Predator falls to the floor, and Holocaust looks at Riot, bouncing off the ropes and leaping into the air with a Guillotine Leg Drop. You’d think the match would be over, but no. Holocaust locks in the Romero Cloverleaf (Figure Four into Cloverleaf) and the referee dikes to the floor to see if Riot taps. There’s no signs of even life in Riot’s body, and the referee immediately calls for the bell as Holocaust releases the hold.
Philip: Here is your winner at the result of a KO…the Fallout Champion, Holocaust!
Holocaust raised his fists in the air, the crowd voicing their opinion by booing him soundly. He stepped out of the ring and grabbed his title belt from the timekeeper, sliding back into the ring after tossing the belt in. Predator stumbled slowly to his feet as the Fallout Champ stalked up behind him, Pred turning around just in time to walk into a vicious title belt shot.
Holocaust leveled him, throwing McConnell out over the tope rope unceremoniously before draping the title belt on the canvas… He hauling Predator to his feet and shoving him back into the corner. He laid into him with a big back elbow that left Predator sitting in the corner, he picking up the title and setting it on his fore head. He walked slowly across the ring, smirking that vicious smirk, turning on his heel and charging across the ring to deliver a devastating knee into the title into Pred’s face. He called for a microphone, lifting it to his lips, holding the title belt in front of the senseless ex-champ’s face.
“See this? See it? This is what you spent your whole career to get. I took it from you in a month. And I don’t even want it. But I couldn’t stand to see a little prick like you acting so smug because you had a meaningless belt. So…”
He turned to the audience, lifting the belt up.
“I’m vacating this and going somewhere where I can be challenged. Meltdown, Warfare, I don’t care. But this…”
He threw it down along with the mic and stepped out of the ring, turning to the ring one last time. He looked to the crowd as he backed up the ramp, Seth in tow, the crowd’s boos at a champion leaving his title behind for bigger things drowning out all else.
And Fallout closes with the new champion vacating his belt as soon as he got the belt. There must surely be plans now on what to do with the belt, but in the mean time….
How will the Capitalists recover from their recent loss?
How will DNA respond to Ben Drinkin’s ‘challenge’?
How far can the Corporate Club go in total domination of Fallout?
With Fallen Heroes looming, there will be several Fallout members taking part. But can any of them go the distance? But before we consider that, who will be the one to take the title? We will just have to sit on the edge of our seats and wait and see….
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Apr 2, 2006 11:42:30 GMT -5
Nice show
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Apr 2, 2006 11:45:28 GMT -5
Who will be the new Fallout Champion?
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