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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:14:25 GMT -5
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Eddie the Wire vs. Ken Shoryuuken
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Anthony Kalb vs. Cremator
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P-Dogg vs. Jonny Omega
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Irresistible Force & Immovable Object vs. Williams & Daniels
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Hardcore Match, Non-title
Ben Drinkin vs. 'Dangerous' Nick Alger
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Holocaust’s speech is played over the PA system as Fallout opens up, with his announcement that the Fallout Championship has been vacated, as the show starts to get ready, with a camera shot panning across sections of the crowd.
“Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on television!”
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:14:54 GMT -5
Segment: Conference (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: I do believe that Mr. Tony Givens is entering Biff’s office here…
Sure enough, Fisher was correct, as Givens enters, though, Tim Dwight, Craig Lewis and Biff are all seated in rather grungy chairs with the Harley Davidson logo on the back.
Biff Taylor: Sit down, we’ve got ourselves some business to take care of, dude.
Givens sits down in a fourth chair, as Biff pulls three name badges out of his pocket.
Biff: Ok, now that we’re under new management, we’ve got new positions. For the benefit of those people in the audience who don’t know,
Tony Givens, you’re an Assistant General Manager, and are in charge of the Tag Team Division, in addition to representing Mr. Julius P. Hightower, our awesome owner.
Craig Lewis, you’re the other Assistant General Manager, you’re in charge of the Singles belts, both of them. You’re representative of Minority Owner Gingerdude here.
I’m still the bookerman, and the big boss General Manager, rockin’ on, but I can have my decisions vetoed by you two if you agree mutually to do so.
Mr. Textbook, since everyone here pretty much respects you on Fallout, you’re the Wrestler’s Representative in our little four person board. So then, what news do you dudes bring us here?
Givens: I came back from the boss’s headquarters in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He said that we’ve got to drastically cut costs, and cut contracts. He also recommended that we call our new building across the street the “Julius P. Hightower Fallout Gymnasium.”
Lewis: Well, I just spoke to Chairman Gingerdude a few hours ago, and he said that we can start in the new building next week. We can drastically cut operating costs by moving to a building that better fits our fanbase. Ginger also suggested that we use a number of freelancers, and shift a number of regular contracts to spot contracts.
Dwight: Now then, it’s nice that you saved that for last, as I used my connections to bring in a number of new freelancers into Fallout, some of whom I knew from ACW, others came recommended by my sources. I suggest that we start the roster reorganization beginning next week, pronto.
Biff: Sounds fine to me, and let’s get back to the action here!
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:15:58 GMT -5
Match 1: Eddie the Wire vs. Ken Shoryuuken
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and has a twenty minute time limit! Coming first to the ring, weighing at 245 lbs, from New York City…being accompanied to the ring by Tony the Rod, Eddie the Wire!
’Blood’ hits and the fans begin to jeer as the two Goodfellas make their way out onto the stage. The two, who are set to fight for the Fallout Tag Team titles at a later date, walk down the ramp and discuss words at the bottom of the ramp, before Eddie enters the ring. He strikes a cocky pose, waiting for his opponent.
Philip: And weighing at 215 lbs…from San Diego, California, Ken Shoryuuken!
The Matrix Lobby Scene hits and there is a very decent pop for the rookie who jogs out through the curtain, looking extremely confident with himself. There are a few pro-Shoryuuken signs littered across the arena, which are shown on TV, as he makes his way down to the ring, entering, and eyeing up his opponent as Philip exits the ring.
Bell rings.
The two look at each other, before lunging in into a high lock hold. Eddie quickly shrugs Ken off, and quickly lunges into him with a barrage of body blows to the stomach. Ken manages to push himself out from the ropes, but Eddie forces him back there with a vicious roundhouse kick to the chest. Eddie is a very aged man compared to other ACW wrestlers, being ten years older than his counterpart, and knows that to win a match he needs to do it quickly. Ken calmly rolls to his feet and grins at his opponent. This is a very ‘just bring it on, bitch’ grin, and Eddie clamors towards Ken. But Ken ducks an intended clothesline, and takes Eddie with that free arm, flipping him over his head, and the momentum rolls Eddie to his feet. Not content with the arm drag, Ken wanders forwards and flips Eddie into a Snapmere. Eddie wakes up, but only as Ken leaps off the second turnbuckle into a clever pinfall attempt, but Eddie isn’t one to give up easily, and swiftly gets a shoulder up before two. Eddie jumps to his feet, but Ken catches him immediately, forcing him into the corner and delivering several hard palm strikes (1000 Palms).
After a certain amount of strikes, Ken smiles, with the fans eating up the charisma. Ken allows his opponent to stagger out of the corner, where Ken leaps forward quickly, dropping to the floor and taking his opponent down with a drop toe hold. But he doesn’t allow Eddie to fall, and instead leaves him upright, only so he can grab Ken around the waist, and hit a German Suplex. The impact crushes Eddie’s neck, as Ken immediately releases the hold. He lets off a couple of poses which please the fans, but not so to Toni the Rod, the partner of Eddie in tag team action only (?). Toni leaps onto the apron like a frog, but the referee is quick to thwart his efforts. He makes sure that this Goodfella doesn’t get his way, but it seems like that until Eddie sneaks up on Ken, and reduces Ken’s chance of fertility with a low blow. As Ken stumbles around the ring holding his nether regions, Eddie lifts him up and hits a running Manhattan Drop, and follows that up with a Mafia Kick (Yakuza Kick). Eddie then picks Ken up and hits the Wire Cutter (Diamond Cutter):
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2…
Kickout by Ken
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:16:24 GMT -5
The close fall is too close for comfort, and the fans ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ as Eddie does the traditional heelish tactic of heckling the referee. This though pays debedems for Ken, as he climbs to his feet, and waits for Eddie to turn around. Ken leaps in the air, his movement quicker than a fly avoiding a swat, and plants Eddie with the two outstretched legs. Eddie quickly gets up, but Ken repeats the spinning heel kick, and this happens a third time. Eddie is again back to his feet, and feels his lower lip, seeing that it was cut open. He runs at Ken again, but he ducks a clothesline, and takes Eddie down with a fourth spinning heel kick. Eddie is finally floored, but slowly gets to his knees. Ken then leaps off the turnbuckle, and jumps onto Eddie’s head. The M Bison move works well, as it sets Eddie up for Ken’s finisher. He climbs the top rope, and leaps in the air, with time pausing for a moment, allowing the fans to pull out their cameras as the Blanka Special (630 Senton) comes. And Eddie rolls out the way, pissing every fan in the crowd off to no end. Ken appears to have hurt himself, and Eddie capitalizes, making a bridge pin with a foot on the ropes:
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2…
3!
Eddie leaps off his opponent and escapes under the ropes. The fans begin to show their unappreciation for the tag team as Philip makes the official announcement.
Philip: Here is your winner, Eddie the Wire
’Blood’ hits again as Ken gets to his feet, looking extremely annoyed at his opponent for resorting to cheating in their match. But the Goodfellas walk backwards up the ramp, taunting Ken as they make their way up. But there’s a sudden cheer as D-Train walk down the ramp, wearing sun glasses and looking like security, with their belts having been dropped earlier on the ramp as they made their entrance. The Goodfellas don’t notice though until it’s too late, and they turn around to receive a nasty shock. Steve McMichaelson hits a Patriot Tackle on Eddie, as Daunte Thomas lifts Toni up and hits a Samoan Drop. The Goodfellas are left laid out on the entrance ramp as the fans pop huge for D-Train, who stay behind for the break, celebrating with their fans.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:17:09 GMT -5
Segment: Revolution! (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, the camera shows 004 and the X-Treme Kid talking in a backstage area.
004: So you got called to meet over here too, what the heck is this about? I don't have time to waste...
XTK: Wait up, the note said that something'd happen in a minute...and if it doesn't, you can...suck it!
XTK executes about ten rapid crotch chops as 004 rubs the side of his head.
004: Whatever...
Bardo(from the announcers' table): Oh no, please, Fisher, please tell me HE's not walking into the picture...
Sure enough, none other than Franchi$e himself walks up to the group, with a slip of paper in hand.
Franchi$e: Hey, it'z evrrrybody's most loved homie, itz Franchi$$$$$$e, babeee!
004: Shut up.
XTK: You got the slip, too?
Franchi$e: Som'on herr knowz greatniz, they know dat Franchi$e...
??: Yes, I called you all here.
XTK: Oh, hey Marxie, you called us here to...
Joseph Harpo walks out from behind a temporary divider wall, and addresses the motley assortment.
Harpo: I called you all here for specific reasons. We are the Proletariat of Fallout! The management is changing, but the dealings of the capitalist power brokers does not concern us!
004: Enough ranting, get to the point, I have a headache...
Harpo: This is important for all your futures! You are all held back, are you not?
004: Sure, and I'm going now, my head hurts and I'm tired.
Harpo: No! You must stay! We all have been rejected by the traditionalist, structuralist fat cats in the management, and we have been ostracized by our fellow workers! Franchi$e, they can not deal with your authentic perspective of an oppressed indivdual from the streets! You represent the uncomfortable urban reality that their make-believe escapist construct and wealth attempt to erase from their collective memories!
Franchi$e: Word, homie, whatevr you jist sid.
Harpo: X-Treme Kid, you represent the spirit of youthful rebellion! You are the rising tide that will eventually wash the wrinkled corpses of their failed ideas off to sea! They can't deal with that!
XTK: And they can suck it! So can you!
Harpo: 004, you represent the mistakes they made in the past, you represent something that they'd rather cover up, and hide! They can't deal with the truth!
004: And I can't deal with your yelling...
Harpo: Let us face the truth ourselves! We have few to no fellow travelers in the back! We must watch out for ourselves, and if true change must be made, a real revolution must occur, and only we can do it! Only we can make it happen! Only we can bring down the corrupt management, and...
004: I'll do anything that gets me the title shot I deserve, and if it gets you to shut up, I suppose I'm definatly in.
XTK: If this means that we're telling them to suck it, I'm in!
Franchi$e: Allllllllllll, righty, den, if Franchi$$$$$e gitz 2 rulle lik only I can, I'm in! Yu say u want a REVOLUTION!
Harpo and the three others all shake hands, 004 going off to find some asparin(and some sleep), XTK hitting a crotch chop and running off, while Franchi$e flashes "gangsta" hand signals as he walks off.
What will become of this decidedly bizarre group? Only time will tell...
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:17:50 GMT -5
Segment: Kalb’s Temper and Dwight’s Choice (Credit: Senator)
Anthony Kalb is an angry person right now. Mr. Kalb is seen on the camera heading right into Biff’s office, where the conference is still going on, and shoves the door open, just to hear the latter end of a conversation.
Tim Dwight: …so then, you will let me book one match per show…hello, Anthony.
Kalb: I want to beat Fitsharris’s ass, now!
Biff Taylor: Calm down there, big guy! You’ll get your shot.
Craig Lewis: I don’t know about that, I don’t think it’s safe to let them…
Dwight: And I agree, you’re not cleared for that match as of yet. We do not need you two to just go at it, with nothing but anger in your heads. I will not allow the match to take place…
Kalb: I want that match, now, and if I don’t get what I want, I’ll take it, somehow, some way! I’ll find a way! If I just have to hunt him down right now, and drag his skinny ass out to that ring, I’ll do it! No disqualifications!
Dwight: And you would promptly get stopped by security. Come on, we’ll give you the match, but only if you wait for it.
Biff: And if you do, since I know it’ll be a bloodbath anyway, I’ll make it No Disqualifications if you’re good!
Kalb: I don’t want to wait, but if I have to, I can do that.
Tony Givens: Are you sure you want to do that, it’d potentially damage two of your top drawing talents. Financially, this match could end up resulting in a burden we do not need.
Dwight: I agree, the no d.q. stipulations are a bit over the top for these guys, who should fight it out in a controlled environment. I don’t want to see either of them seriously hurt.
Kalb: What, are you scared I’ll kill him? Don’t worry, I don’t want to do that, I want to know that Fitsharris feels the pain that I will inflict on him!
Givens: Mr. Lewis, if you back me up, we can stop this from going through.
Craig: And I don’t want to! Let there be carnage! Ginger’d want that!
Biff: Very well then, the match is now official! Anthony Kalb will face Kevin Fitsharris in a No Disqualifications match at the Fallen Heroes Pre-Show! Get ready dudes, you’re going to need to prepare for this one!
Kalb: I want a match, and I don’t care who I face, I want it now!
Dwight: Very well, I’ll give you quite the interesting one, for my first Dwight’s Choice match, I’ll have you face a man from the past of ACW, who, like you, can absorb a ton of punishment, and finishes with a Tombstone variant. It’ll be a challenge, son, but I think you can more than handle it. You fine with that?
Kalb merely nods his head, with a grim smile on his face, as he walks out of the room. Biff and Craig both laugh in anticipation of seeing the former Capitalists destroy each other. Dwight and Givens, though, both look a bit concerned, especially the former, who shakes his head in shame with the knowledge that he was not able to prevent a possible future catastrophe.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:19:22 GMT -5
Match 2 : Anthony Kalb vs. The Cremator: Dwight’s Choice #1 (Credit: Senator)
Returning from the break, Money plays, as a ticked off Anthony Kalb makes his way to the ring with little else fanfare, the crowd not sure whether to cheer, boo, or laugh at the man.
Phillip: This will be the first Dwight’s Choice match for Fallout, featuring freelance and Dwight Gym talent, along with our home grown Fallout competitors! Announcing first, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, hailing from Houston, Texas, Anthony Kalb!
Kalb runs off the ropes a number of times, looking ready to take his anger out on anyone…and then the lights go out. Graveyard Symphony plays, with a bizarre “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, and to Dust you must return,” intro and the crowd pops, as a once familiar and controversial figure steps out of the entranceway.
Phillip: Announcing next, he was a former member of the Ministry in the GFWWE, weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds, hailing from Death Valley, California, the Cremator!
The Cremator, wearing a black vest, pants, and gray gauntlet gloves and boots, slowly walks towards the ring. Kalb, paces around in the ring, waiting for his opponent to get there, but finally, halfway through, decides that enough is enough, and slides out of the ring, attacking the larger opponent with wildly swinging punches. The Cremator is staggered, but gets off a throat thrust, sending Kalb tripping down the entrance ramp, into the apron. The Cremator attempts to charge in, but receives the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business right into the apron, landing chin first.
Dean Bardo: The bell has not yet been rung, and already, it looks like the Cremator might have lost the strategic advantage.
R. J. Fisher: Don’t count him out yet, Cremator’s known on the independent circuit for his impossible recoveries, not to mention, for his extreme brutality!
Kalb rolls Cremator into the ring, and the bell rings. Kalb leaps on his opponent, raining down punches, until referee Jessie Reynolds manages to pull him off. Anthony Kalb attempts to go right back to his attack, but this time, Cremator sits straight up, staring Kalb down as he rises to his feet. Cremator closes in on his opponent, throwing a throat thrust, but Kalb blocks the move into an arm wrench, kicking him in the arm repeatedly. Kalb keeps the arm locked in, walks over to the turnbuckle, and slams Cremator’s hand into the ring post. Kalb quickly shifts back to his brawling tactics, hammering his opponent with punches in the corner. Reynolds attempts to pull him back, but only receives an elbow to the head for his efforts. Cremator, though, is better suited to dealing with Kalb physically, grasping him by the throat by both hands, lifting him up, and seating him on the top turnbuckle, keeping one hand on the throat, climbing up to the second rope, and chokeslams his opponent off with a tremendous impact.
Fisher: Whoa, Nelly! What a chokeslam by the Cremator on Anthony Kalb, I’m just surprised that the ring didn’t break!
Bardo: That avalanche-style chokeslam very well could have been an early turning point, but Fisher, it takes more than that to collapse or damage a well constructed ring.
Fisher: You know what I meant, it was a figure of speech!
Cremator sits up off the impact, and goes for the pin, with a somewhat groggy Jessie Reynolds counting…
…1
…2
…Kalb kicks out, there’s clearly more fight left in him! Anthony Kalb gets to his feet, pounding the mat in the process, runs off the ropes, and attempts to bring the rising Cremator down with a lariat, but only bounces off. Cremator attempts to grab Kalb by the throat, but gets his hand swatted away, and a series of punches to the face for his efforts. Kalb goes again off the ropes, but this time, Cremator brings him down with a huge turning Spinebuster. The Ministry Monster gestures towards the turnbuckle, briskly walks over to it, and impressively walks the ropes, steadying himself, squaring up, and launching at Kalb with a flying lariat as he recovers. Kalb is blasted by the flying move, and Cremator goes for another pin…
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…2
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:20:13 GMT -5
…Kalb once again kicks out, showing that he is indeed one of the toughest men on Fallout! Cremator quickly lifts his opponent to his feet, turning him into a straight jacket position, and hits a cross arm suplex hold for the pin…
…1
…2
…Kalb somehow gets a shoulder up, but Cremator keeps the hold on, and rolls him back into place for a pin…
…1
…Kalb kicks back out yet again, and Cremator is forced to let go! Both competitors reach their feet, and trade right hand hook punches, and throat thrusts, respectively. Cremator finally manages to get Kalb off his feet with a headbutt, and meets him with a big boot as he gets up. Cremator then gestures for the Ashes to Ashes sit-down tombstone Piledriver, with a cutthroat gesture.
Bardo: Anthony Kalb can take inhuman punishment, but this move could very well put even him away.
Kalb gets to his feet, but appears out of it, as Cremator lifts him up over his shoulder…but Kalb manages to slide behind his opponent, hooking the neck into a rear facelock, and lifts Cremator up into an Adam Smith Driver…or at least an extremely sloppy variation, that resembles more of a low angle kneeling inverted Brainbuster than a rear facelock lift to tombstone. Kalb starts to cover for the pin…
…but then decides not to cover, and lifts Cremator back up into the rear facelock, this time, bending his knees down below a parallel squat, and exploding up, nearly throwing the larger opponent into the air, and drills him into the mat with a picture perfect Adam Smith Driver, right into a pin…
…1
…2
…3!
Phillip: Your winner, Anthony Kalb!
Kalb gets up and stomps the Cremator a number of times, until Jessie Reynolds and two ringside security men are able to pull him back, letting Kalb regain his composure. Kalb quickly faces the camera, yelling to it.
Kalb: FITSHARRIS, THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU! NOTHING!
Reynolds pats Kalb on the shoulder, and motions to him to leave as the Cremator recovers, and the broadcast leads to the…
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:20:59 GMT -5
Match 3: P-Dogg vs. Jonny Omega
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first down to the ring, weighing at 235 lbs…From Hartlepool, England…Jonny Omega!
There’s a pop as ‘The Bitter End’ by Placebo hits and Jonny walks out with a cocky smirk. His usual entrance isn’t used – Fallout isn’t made of money – but this isn’t of any concern to Jonny, as he gets to the bottom of the ramp and enters the ring, where he waits for his opponent.
Philip: And coming next, making his long-awaited return to an ACW-related event…P-Dogg!
P-Dogg’s music hits, but there’s no sign of the man.
Philip: …P-Dogg!
Again, there’s nobody, but the music suddenly transitions into ‘The Internationale’, and there’s a huge amount of boos and jeers as Joseph Harpo walks out. He’s holding a microphone, and the music immediately stops, and Joseph speaks with a broad Russian accent.
Harpo: Now listen up, you Capitalist Pigs!
There’s the expected amount of boos.
Harpo: P-Dogg informed Mr. Taylor that he wouldn’t be allowed to put P-Dogg in this match! This news is most unfortunate, but Mr. Lewis opted that I do the job instead!
Omega nods his head as Harpo rushes down to the ring.
Bell rings
Harpo rushes under the ropes, but is unable to evade the onslaught that Jonny begins with, as he jumps to the floor and starts throwing fists into Harpo’s back. Jonny lays off under strict order of Cliff Mortimer, and allows Harpo to get to his feet. Harpo gets up, but Jonny hits a swift Snap Suplex. Jonny makes an early cover, but Harpo easily gets a hand up before three. Jonny lifts Harpo up, but Harpo shoves Jonny off, and takes him to the floor with a shoulder block. Harpo picks Jonny back up and places him into the corner. He delivers a few front hand blows to the chest, and walks out, taunting Jonny. He places Jonny back into the corner and runs at him, but Jonny manages to get out of the corner, avoiding the Splash, and hits a Yakuza Kick on Harpo. Harpo falls to the floor and the fans cheer Jonny as he dusts himself off. He picks Harpo up, and grabs him by the trunks, delivering a powerful pulling piledriver. Jonny then gets off and climbs the top turnbuckle. He taunts shining his elbow, and jumps off, delivering an elbow to Harpo’s chest, which causes him to ‘spazz out’ in the ring. Jonny makes the cover: 1……2……kickout by Harpo. Jonny is beginning to look a little frustrated, as he picks Harpo up. But Harpo shocks Jonny with a kick to the gut, and then hits the Icepick (Hammerfist blow to the back of the neck). Harpo smirks as he makes the cover:
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Kickout by Jonny!
Harpo looks more than shocked, but outraged. He forces Jonny to his feet, and starts throwing punches. But Jonny keeps blocking them and hitting a punch in retaliation. This happens again, until Jonny ducks a punch all together and hits the Three Handled Moss Covered Family Credenza (Spinning Fisherman’s Suplex). The fans cheer as Jonny takes a deep breath, and climbs the turnbuckle again. He leaps off, moving his arms in motion and hits the Frog Splash. But Harpo reacts at the last moment, and rolls Jonny into a cover:
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2…
Kickout again by Jonny!
Harpo is fuming at the referee, who opens his arms out, shrugging. Harpo forces Jonny up, but Jonny kicks him in the gut, lifting him up to his shoulders and hits the Omega Factor (Hawaiian Smasher). He then makes the cover, and the fans count with him:
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2…
3!!!
Philip: Here is your winner…Jonny Omega!
’The Bitter End’ by Placebo hits as Jonny rolls off his hapless Communist opponent, and throws his arms up in the air, and the crowd cheer him on. He leaves the ring, leaving his communist friend to suffer yet another defeat, as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:21:30 GMT -5
Segment: Haven’t we seen this before?
We cut from the backstage area to the main arena, where a podium he been put into place in the center of the ring, with the ring covered in a velvet carpet mat. Littered around the ring are several security guards, all prepared to take on any do-gooders that dare interfere on the segment. As this occurs, ‘Immigrant Song’ by Led Zeppelin strikes and the fans leaps into jubilation, although that might be the wrong word, with fury and anger being a better word to follow, as Biff Taylor emerges at the top of the ramp, with his army of mindless drones marching behind him. Biff gets down to the bottom of the ring, with the SSW title shining into the TV camera, as several members of the Corporate Club shout abuse at some fan members, who deliver the dues just as much. Biff enters the ring though, and his club circle the outside, still prepared to take care of any trouble, as Biff grabs a microphone.
Biff: Hey y’all, let’s cut to the chase. I ain’t here to run my mouth or anything like that, not at all. But instead, I got a couple of things to say. That’s that I have my two officials out there, Lewis and Mr. Givens who are pretty much completely fine with the system, will be running things when good ol’ Biff ain’t around to deal with his errands. But secondly, and most importantly, we have a title that’s on the loose. That is that last week, Holocaust vacated his belt after leaving Fallout, along with ‘Riot’ McConnell and that fool Predator.
Security look a little more alert, with the fact that Holocaust isn’t confirmed to have left still causing shockwaves amongst Fallout.
Biff: But like I was sayin’, there’ll be a tournament to determine the winner of the belt. And there will be eight competitors. The first one being…Wolf!
There is a phenomenal pop for the sound of Wolf’s name.
Biff: But hold up, hold up. We haven’t announced the remaining seven. Introducing….
…Craig Lewis!
…Eddie the Wire!
…Sgt. Pilko!
The fans know what is happening, and appear not to like it one bit.
…Toni the Rod!
…’Glamour Boy’ Jeffrey Janson!
…Hugh Daniels!
…and Daniel Ness!
Biff pauses, looking rather proud of himself as the fans let their feelings be heard, booing at the top of their voices. Biff smirks as he does his all-familiar abrupt ending, and drops to the floor, rolling out the ring with his whole stable there to walk with him up the ramp. The fans continue to launch into him, with some rather personal messages being mentioned in direction of every member of the stable, but they appear not to take any notice.
Fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:22:35 GMT -5
Match 4: Irresistible Force/Immovable Object vs. Williams/Daniels
We get back from the break, where Williams and Daniels are standing in the ring, ready for the fourth match of the night.
Philip: This next match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! In the ring to my left, weighing at a combined weight of 425 lbs…Williams and Daniels!
A generic electric guitar riff starts, as the two opponents walk out.
Philip: And weighing at a combined weight of 600 lbs…Colossus Rhodes and Julio Rivera!
The fans jeer the two as they slowly make their way down to the ring. Rhodes has his eyes fixed on his two opponents, who actually look a little nervous, rather than portraying their cockiness. The two enter the ring, and start shouting things at Williams and Daniels, who stand back a little, amazed at the size of Rhodes. But Rhodes leaves the ring as well as Williams, and this match gets ready to begin.
Bell rings
Williams and Rivera lock up, but Williams shoves Rivera away to the floor. Williams then does a cocky laugh, but this just infuriates Rivera, who gets up off the floor and takes Williams to the ground with a Monkey Flip. He then begins stomping away at Williams, before leaping off the ropes and hitting a Springboard Leg Drop. He makes an early cover, but Daniels is there to stop the move. Then Colossus Rhodes enters the ring, and the fans pop as Daniels looks a little scared at the big man, but the referee orders him out of the ring. Rhodes does so, and Daniels follows as Williams and Rivera get to their feet. Williams and Rivera lock up, but Rivera whips Williams into his corner, and Rhodes punches Williams to the floor. This for some reason is too much for Daniels, who enters the ring and clotheslines Rivera to the floor. He then tries to hit Rhodes, but Rivera shoves Daniels into Williams, who hits the referee down. There’s much confusion as the two development wrestlers hold their head in their hands, and do not realize that Rhodes has entered the ring. They both turn around to see two outstretched arms smashing him to the floor. The fans give out a nasty ‘ooh’ as the two slump to the floor. Rhodes cracks his knuckles, as he lifts the two up. Rhodes lifts Williams into a bearhug, whilst Rivera hits a dropkick, sending Williams to the floor. But the two aren’t content with just that, and Rivera Hip Tosses Daniels into a Powerbomb by Rhodes. But they aren’t done, not yet, and they pick up Williams again. Rhodes picks Williams onto his shoulder, and Rivera leaps off the top ropes, spin wheel kicking him off. He makes the cover, as the referee comes round, and makes the count:
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2…
3!
Philip: Here are your winners…The Irresistible Force and the Immovable Object!
The fans boo as the two raise their arms in celebration, and know that they destroyed their opponents. Their music hits, and they leave the ring satisfied with victory, but not quite content with such ease of beating their opponents, as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:23:28 GMT -5
Segment: "Simply Business" (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, the camera opens up in what appears to be the Goodfellas' locker room, as Tony the Rod and Eddie the Wire are standing by.
The Rod: As we are well aware, it appears that our opposition has filed grievances against us due to our actions on the Genocide pre-show edition of Fallout.
The Wire: In other words, they don't like our tactics.
The Rod: So as such, my colleague and I felt compelled to request this time and explain ourselves. You see, we wanted to prove that we are the primary, cardinal up-and-coming tag team here on Fallout. We wanted to prove this decisively and fairly, and beat our opposition in a clean, fair contest of skills and determination. Problem is, however, we <I>needed</I> to win that match. My colleague and I were told that if we could defeat both the Royles and the Immovable/Irresistible team, that we would have a guaranteed Tag Team Title opportunity down the road. So, we felt that circumstances dictated that we take further precautions towards ensuring that our victory would not just be a distinct possibility, but a clear inevitable fact.
The Wire: You want to know why we cheated? It ain't 'cause we wanted the help, it's 'cause we needed insurance. Plain and simple, that's all, it's not personal, it's...simply business.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:23:45 GMT -5
Match 5: Hardcore Match – Ben Drinkin vs. ‘Dangerous’ Nick Alger
The fans are excited about the last match, as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following match is a non-title match, and is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, weighing at 255 lbs…’Dangerous’ Nick Alger!
The fans begin to boo as ‘Eagleheart’ by Sevendust hits, and DNA walks out through the curtain. But there’s a sudden pop as Ben Drinkin rushes out through the curtain too, whacking him across the back with a Singapore cane as the music cuts and the bell rings.
Drinkin continues smashing the cane against DNA’s back, until the cane snaps into two. Drinkin laughs as he grabs DNA by the arm, and throws him into the metal railings blocking the fans from the ramp. He then begins to stomp mud holes into DNA, as the referee rushes out of the ring, knowing that the match won’t go into the ring any time soon. Drinkin looks at the ref, and smirks as he picks DNA up. But DNA shoves Drinkin away, and hits an Overhead Bell to Belly Suplex onto the cold concrete. The referee counts the cover, but Drinkin easily gets a shoulder up before three. DNA picks Drinkin up, and walks with him near the ropes. He smashes Drinkin’s head off the steel steps, and then gives him a couple of mounted punches. But Drinkin responds with a quick headbutt, and then a Russian Leg Sweep. Drinkin then pulls the ring apron up, and grabs a trash can. He pulls it out, as well as a fire extinguisher and a steel chair. He sets the steel steps up, and the trash can next to it. He then lifts DNA up again, and places him standing on the steps. He hooks the neck, and hits a vertical suplex into the trash can. He slowly picks himself up, and the fans have gone nuts already. He smirks as DNA picks himself up, full of pain. Drinkin grabs the fire extinguisher, and tries to whack it over DNA’s head, but DNA catches the arm and locks in a cross Armbar.
DNA quickly lets go, and grabs the fire extinguisher. He waits for Drinkin to get to his feet, before unleashing foam in his face. The fans begin to jeer as Drinkin gets a face full of the stuff, and DNA continues until the extinguisher is empty. Drinkin still isn’t down, but DNA smashes the extinguisher over his head, and that’s enough to make the TV champion fall to the floor. DNA makes another cover:
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Post by scrawn on Apr 9, 2006 18:24:17 GMT -5
Kickout by Drinkin. DNA looks up at the referee, looking fairly pissed off. He looks over at the steel steps, and lifts one of them off the other. He then puts them next to each other, to make a little platform, and lifts Drinkin onto the platform. He tires to hit the Catalyst (Double Underhook Piledriver) but Drinkin lifts DNA over his head, causing DNA to take a nasty fall on the steps. Drinkin gets off the steps to catch his breath, but turns around quickly, and lifts DNA to his feet. He then throws DNA over the barrier, and into the crowd. The fans cheer again, but security quickly pulls them away from the action, as Drinkin follows. The two start to exchange punches in this area, with neither men getting an advantage as they move further and further away from the ring. DNA then appears to get an advantage, as he looks Drinkin into a side headlock hold, and moves him up to a tier section.
DNA Judo throws Drinkin into the wall, and Drinkin takes a nasty fall onto a box. DNA lifts Drinkin back up, and kicks him in the gut. This time he is able to perform the Catalyst, but appears to get cramp in his calf muscle in his leg at the same time, and is forced to take time off to treat it. As he rubs his muscle, Drinkin is able to get back to his feet, and smashes DNA on the back of the head with a hard wooden lid off the box. The lid smashes in two, as DNA slumps to his knees. Drinkin lifts DNA up, and takes him down a flight of steps – or should I say throws him down a flight of steps. DNA smashes into the bottom, and Drinkin poses for the fans. He climbs down the steps, and makes a cover:
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Kickout by DNA
Drinkin looks a little annoyed, as he lifts DNA up. He takes DNA over to the stage area, throwing him into the titantron wall. Drinkin then tries to hit the AOK, but DNA reverses it into a Backdrop Suplex. He slowly picks himself up, with his eyebrow bleeding from this huge battle. He picks Drinkin up, and hits the O-Soto-Gari (Standing STO). He slowly takes his time getting to his feet, and looks around at his surroundings. He sees the edge of the ramp, smirking, and carries Drinkin over to it. He grabs Drinkin around the waist, going for an overhead belly to belly suplex. But Drinkin refuses at first to allow the move to happen. DNA tries it again, but Drinkin again refuses. He manages to get out the move, and then hits a Super AOK off the stage! Underneath them are several tables, and much technical equipment that the two fall under, and there’s pure carnage, as the referee pulls tables off. He can’t find the two, and soon security guards help him lift remains of tables up, when suddenly they notice the two bodies – with Drinkin over DNA’s body. The referee makes the cover:
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Philip: Here is your winner…Ben Drinkin!!!
The fans go nuts as Drinkin is helped to his feet by the referee, but is clearly hurt. The paramedics are quickly on the scene, to help both men. The main event has been a clear hit, as Drinkin punches the air, which gets another reaction from the fans. But this feud is by no means over, and the fans know that as much as the two wrestlers. The main event may not have progress too well tonight, but with the TV title feud hotting up, who cares?
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by hitman on Apr 9, 2006 18:24:56 GMT -5
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