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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 14:59:47 GMT -5
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004 vs. Everyman
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Dwight's Choice#2
Stan H. Johnston vs. P-Dogg
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Fallout Openweight Tag Titles Match
D-Train vs. Diego "Cool Flame" Santana & Felix Santana Senior
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TV Title Match
Ben Drinkin vs. Ivor Biggin
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BMW vs. Corporate Club - 6 Man Tag
Wolf & El Froggy Mask & Beau James vs. Sgt. Pilko & Daniel Ness & "Glamour Boy" Jeffery Janson
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Warfare is just a few moments away, as Fallout comes unexpectedly late for this one-off Supershow. The usual credits roll, the pyros fly off and Fallout gets under way.
Welcome to Fallout, the fastest hour on television!
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:00:02 GMT -5
Segment: Roster Negotiations Part: 1
(Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, the opening scene pans around the brand new Julius P. Hightower Fallout Gymnasium, which, unlike the ACW Arena across the street, is packed full of yelling, cheering, and unfortunately, screaming Fallout fans.
R. J. Fisher: Welcome one and all to Saturday Night Fallout, the fastest hour on television! I’m your host, R.J. Fisher, and the oh-so-engaging man on the play by play is Dean Bardo!
Dean Bardo: What an introduction…
Fisher: Anyway, we have one hell of a show to present to you folks tonight! The tension between team BMW, and the Corporate Club has constantly been building, and it comes to a head tonight, when Wolf, El Froggy Mask, and the King of Kingsport, Beau James face off against the intimidating team of Sgt. Pilko, Daniel Ness, and “Glamour Boy” Jeffery Janson in the main event! Also, we have two of the fastest rising stars on Fallout competing tonight, as Ben Drinkin defends his TV title, and Stan H. Johnston competes in a Dwight’s Choice match against a former ACW star!
Bardo: Before that, though, Biff wants the camera to cut to the back…
The camera cuts to Biff’s Harley decorated office backstage, where the Fallout Administrative Committee, consisting of Biff, Tony Givens, Craig Lewis, and Tim Dwight are gathered. Biff’s desk is even more unorganized than usual, with a messy stack of manila folders stacked on top of it, next to the coffee machine, some, on top of it. Biff hunts through the multiple folders, coming up with two of them.
Biff Taylor: Ok, then, dudes, the contract negotiations start now! I have the final say on these, but Craig and Tony can veto me if they wish. Textbook, I suppose I’ll listen to you on these, too. We’ll only be doing a few of these per week, but they will be on the TV, since Mr. Julius said he wanted to see our decisions! All right, send in the first person!
The door opens, and a familiar hunched over figure walks in on crutches. Yes, Tracy Finn makes his return to Fallout, after quite some time!
Biff: Tracy Finn, long time, no see, fella!
Tracy Finn: Been in the hospital lately, got hit by a car…
Givens: Excuse me, but I wish to begin the questions. Mr. Finn, what do you bring to Fallout, what do you add to the show?
Finn: I dunno…
Givens: You’re not especially talented on the microphone, you’re always injured, and I can’t remember ever seeing that you’ve won a match. Now tell me why we should keep you on the roster, and keep paying for your medical bills.
Finn: Umm, well, I, people know who I am, and I have no idea…
Givens: Exactly, that will be all. You may leave now, if you wish, unless anyone has any further questions.
The three others shake their heads, and Finn heads out the door.
Givens: You know what my vote is here, he’s costing us money we could spend better elsewhere, I say cut.
Dwight: While I feel that you were unnecessarily cruel in your questioning, I think that Tracy’s not exactly a natural in the ring, and he’s only doing damage to himself, I regretfully say cut.
Biff: I agree. Tracy Finn is now cut from the active Fallout roster! Next person!
The door opens again, this time, with a tall, but exceedingly skinny individual standing in the doorway, wearing a fisherman cap and a red shirt.
Biff: Gooner, how’re you doing here?
Gooner: You bet your shorts that I’m doing marvelous!
Givens: Let me ask you one thing, how much do you wei…
Dwight: No, ask him anything but that!
Givens: I want to know this, how much do you weigh?
Craig: Ha, he asked him!
Gooner: One hundred and forty pounds of Dy-Na-Mite!
Givens: Ahem, you’re what, six foot three, and one hundred forty pounds. Much like Tracy Finn, you have a horrid record, and I don’t see you selling merchandise. As such, I doubt that you should compete on the active roster…
Dwight: Wait, Gooner has worked his tail off around here, and we pay him developmental rates. You guys know how Mr. Hightower wants us to cut costs and break away from ACW help, right?
Craig: Sure, whatever.
Dwight: Well, then, I think that we could use a backstage interviewer, Gary’s not able to interview everyone, and sometimes, well, is rather inconsistent. Gooner here might not be the most rational individual around, but he can handle the job. In fact, I’ll train him. What do you say?
Gooner: I’ll do it!
Biff: I see no reason not to, why not? He’s in.
Craig: Wait now, we have Gary and Gooner both as interview guys backstage? Not cool. We need someone better, and I veto…
Givens: And I don’t, it’s a smart decision, keep people in house, and keep costs, and the hiring process to a minimum. I negate your veto.
Biff: Oh, and speaking of announcers, Phillip gets paid a ton, a ton too much for Fallout. I saw a gal hangin’ around backstage at the Arena, and I found that she could take over for him, name’s Iris Yoon, seems nice and perky, a great fit for Fallout, and she’ll start after the next big pre-show that we’ll do, taking over from Phillip from then on out.
And with that, since we all know that Fallout is the fastest hour on television, and we’ve not yet gotten to a match, our little conference cuts away to commercials, soon to be followed by the first match.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:00:22 GMT -5
Match 1: 004 vs. Everyman (Credit: Tornado)
We return from the commercial break to hear the end of 004’s music and seeing him staring at Everyman, who is in-ring, while posing to the booing fans.
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Already in the ring; weighing in at 240lbs and standing at 6’2”…The Everyman!! And his opponent; weighing in at 180lbs and standing at 5’11”…Double-Oh-Four!!
Bell Rings
004 and Everyman cautiously circle each other, locking up after one rotation but breaking the hold after a 10 second stalemate. They both retreat into neutral positions and circle each other once again. They lock up for a second time and Everyman gains an advantage due to weight, powering 004 back towards the corner, but the advantage is short-lived as 004 wriggles out of Everyman’s grip. He hits a Dropkick to the small of Everyman’s back which sends him sprawling into the turnbuckle. He attempts the German Destroyer but gets a face full of elbow from the resilient Everyman who follows up by tossing 004 into the corner, much to the delight of the crowd who begin to chant “Everyman, Everyman, Everyman”. He follows that up by repeatedly stomping on 004 until the ref drags him off, warning that if he does it again he will be disqualified. 004 drags himself shakily back to his feet and Everyman charges into him, hitting a corner splash which causes 004 literally to flop out of the corner. Everyman covers…
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2…
3…NO, 004 somehow manages to throw a shoulder. Everyman looks truly frustrated as he drags 004 to his feet lifting up in a Scoop Slam position but holding him there; the crowd chant “Finish him, finish him, finish him” and Everyman is happy to oblige as he hits his Fall Forward Scoop Slam which he stays on top of afterwards to perform a cover…
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2
…no! The crowd groan as 004 somehow knows where he is well enough to find the ropes. At this point Everyman looks extremely disheartened as he slowly rises to his feet, allowing 004 some breathing room while he contemplates what to do next. As soon as 004 reaches his vertical base Everyman is hurtling towards him; he lifts up his right leg in an attempt to hit the Workman’s Compensation but somehow 004 has his wits about him enough to duck out of the way – matrix style. He regains his feet and, seemingly, his confidence because for the first time in this match since the opening bell he is on the attack. The crowd boo as Everyman’s next charge is countered with a huge Armdrag and a quick Elbow Drop. 004 waits for his opponent to regain his feet before spinning him around and hitting a Climbing Enziguri; wasting no time he drags Everyman to his feet once again, jumping up to hit a Hurricanrana, rolling through to lock in his finisher, the Boston Crab. As 004 stands up the look of pain is evident on Everyman’s face but the crowd attempt to spur him on, chanting his name repeatedly, much to the chagrin of 004 who gets flustered and loosens his grip which gives Everyman the opportunity to twist himself out of the hold. Everyman now looks extremely incensed as he charges at his adversary once more; this time the Worker’s Compensation doesn’t miss its mark – connecting with 004 right between the eyes. In fact, the impact is so powerful it sends 004 flailing over the top rope. Everyman quickly follows him out and throws him back under the ropes but as he does so the familiar voice of Philip Jones booms out across the arena…
Philip: Due to the 10 minute time limit expiring this match has ended in a no-contest!
The boos from the crowd are deafening and Everyman looks more than irate as he storms towards the back, both he and the fans know that if he’d been given another 5 seconds he’d be walking out a winner. 004 doesn’t even move for a good 15 seconds and when he does he notices the blood trickling down from his forehead, such was the impact of Everyman’s boot. He looks towards the ref who informs him that the match was a no-contest. 004 smirks and rises to his feet, jeering the fans like he’s just won.
We see a close-up of his smug face before we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:00:46 GMT -5
Segment A rematch of high proportions
We open up in the newly built tunnel way that links the two arenas together. Charlotte is standing with a microphone, in what is possibly one of her last interviews on Fallout. Standing next to her is the ever-cocky DNA. He looks bandaged up, with a bandage over an eyebrow, and looks like he may be sporting a limp.
Charlotte: So last week we saw a thrilling main event, which pitted ‘Dangerous’ Nick Alger against the TV champion, Ben Drinkin in a non-title Hardcore bout. Nick, what are your thoughts on that match?
Nick: My thoughts? You want to know my thoughts, dear Charlotte? Well I’ll let you know, because I’m a nice guy. But oh wait, it seems that I cannot do that because I’m hell-bent on winning a title that I’ve deserved for so damn long. I don’t care about whether the fans cheer me or jeer me, Charlotte. All I care about is going out there, and winning matches that may contribute to some kind of recognition. I’m the most overlooked person on the roster, for Christ’s sake, and I think it’s about time that I got my title shot. Next week, Ben, I’m challenging you to a non-title match. However like you got to pick the stipulation last time round, I’m picking it this time. And it shall be none other than a submission match.
There’s a slight groan from the fans, knowing that Ben will accept a challenge in a match he’s likely not to win.
Nick: These scars will remain there, but it will just be a short memory once I finally hold up that TV title.
Nick walks away, leaving Charlotte alone, having sent the message to Ben Drinkin.
Fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:01:08 GMT -5
Match 2: Stan H. Johnston vs. P-Dogg - Dwight’s Choice #2
(Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, Stan Johnston is seen in the ring, stretching, while “Sunrise” plays over the PA system.
Dean Bardo: Johnston’s opponent for tonight should give him a run for his money, interestingly enough, both weigh in at two hundred and sixty five pounds.
R.J. Fisher: Last we saw Johnston’s opponent, P-Dogg, many thought that he might never wrestle again. It turned out, though, that his injuries were relatively minor, and he’s been tearing up the independent scene, particularly along the American East Coast.
Bardo: Particularly competing in insane garbage…
Fisher: Ahem…
Bardo: Excuse me, “hardcore” matches, and winning numerous titles.
A short clip package plays, showing P-Dogg in the Skyscraper of Hell match vs. Bladeshadow in ACW, in a blazing barbed wire scaffold match in PEWA, tossing an opponent off, onto a stack of the Bingo Hall Mutants’ signature calling cards, and another clip from PEWA, showing P-Dogg hitting his Red Dog Canadian Backbreaker to DDT finisher on top a boom box, shattering it.
Quickly, Wait and Bleed plays, as P-Dogg himself makes his way to the ring, carrying a boom box along the way, wearing a custom North Carolina P-Dogg 20 jersey.
Phillip: Announcing next, hailing from Cameron, North Carolina, P-Dogg!
P-Dogg wastes no time getting started, chucking his boom box at Johnston, which gets swatted down, busting into pieces on impact with the mat. Johnston jumps out of the ring, and starts trading open hand slaps with P-Dogg’s overhead punches. Neither man gains any real advantage, with referee Jessie Reynolds urging the two to enter the ring, so the bell can ring. Johnston finally grabs P-Dogg’s head, slamming it into the apron repeatedly, and then into the steel turnbuckle post, entering the ring. P-Dogg doesn’t seem to be affected much by the offence, and follows into the ring, the bell finally signaling the start of the match. P-Dogg removes a turnbuckle pad immediately as the bell rings, but quickly regrets that decision, as Johnston charges in, corner splashing the former ACW star into the exposed turnbuckle, sternum first. Johnston then smashes P-Dogg’s face into the steel, sending him stumbling into the ropes.
Bardo: It is obvious here that referee Jessie Reynolds has decided to relax the rules here, neither of these men are considered to be refined technicians, and Reynolds is smart enough to let them brawl.
Johnston follows him over, but receives a knee to the midsection for his efforts. P-Dogg continues his offence with a forearm to the face, runs off the ropes, returning with a high knee lift, dropping Johnston to the mat. Johnston starts to rise to his feet, but P-Dogg drops him with a huge dropkick, sending Johnston back down. P-Dogg moves quickly for his size, dashing off the ropes, halts, patting his knee, and then leaps up, coming down with a sick knee drop on Johnston’s forehead, covering for a pinfall…
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…Johnston kicks out with authority! P-Dogg lifts his opponent up, kicking him in the gut, locking in a double underhook, and hits the PDT, his implant underhook DDT, covering once again…
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…Johnston kicks out again! P-Dogg picks Stan Johnston up again, this time, going for a scoop slam. This time, though, Johnston blocks the move, and hits a scoop slam of his own. The Cowboy of Fallout drops a quick elbow on his opponent, runs off the ropes, coming back with another one. Both competitors get to their feet, once again trading standing strikes. P-Dogg manages to gain control after a dangerously low punch, and lifts Johnston into a Canadian Backbreaker…but is not able to hold on for long, as Johnston drops back behind, sliding off, running back off the ropes, and returning with a deadly Western Lariat…
…but P-Dogg ducks the lariat, running off the ropes himself, coming back with a high knee…
…which Johnston sidesteps…this time, right into a short range Western Lariat, blasting P-Dogg in the face, knocking him down and out, making a pin quite academic…
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Phillip: Your winner, Stan H. Johnston!
Johnston celebrates in the ring, shooting a Longhorn pose into the air. P-Dogg takes a little while to recover, but the tough east coast brawler manages to get up to his feet, and gives Johnston a deadly stare as he leaves the ring.
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:01:48 GMT -5
Segment: The Challenge
A sly smirk can be seen on the camera as we come back to Fallout. The camera zooms out, to see Biff Taylor standing, with Daniel Ness, Sgt. Pilko and the Glamour Boy dotted behind him. He’s holding two things: the SSW title in one hand, and in the other hand he holds a microphone. He slowly places the microphone to his lips, and begins to echo out.
Biff: Well it appears that during these contract negotiations, there’s a little something above the water that we have to deal with. A little group, known as BMW or FRB or XYZ or whatever, you know the group. They have the strange belief that they can simply go on strike, because apparently I’m not a fair boss. Well that’s all fine for them, but surely I’m not a harsh boss, and you people out there can vouch for that, right?
He holds the microphone towards the fans, and the boos echo through the arena, and then some.
Biff: heheh, I coulda figured. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I have full power as General Manager on this show, and I do not care to be honest about their little strike. In fact I-
He’s cut off as ‘Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits and the fans go bonkers as Wolf walks out onto the stage. But he’s not alone, as Beau James and El Froggy Mask follow him out. Wolf is holding a microphone, and begins to speak from the ramp.
Wolf: Listen Biff, we’ve had enough of your tripe, and we’ve come to tell you what WE feel. In case you had been too stupid to realize, us three were scheduled to take on your three in a six man tag match tonight. But that’s not going to happen.
Biff suddenly looks a little panicky, wiping sweat from his brow.
Wolf: And without a main event, what does that hold for Biff? Oh, I don’t know really…but there could be a huge downward spiral…what happens if D-Train, or the Santanas, or anyone else joined us in our strike? Yeah, it would suck, and more so, you’d be out of a job.
Biff interrupts with force.
Biff: Listen, I don’t need you guys to make this show!
Wolf: Oh, but you do, Wolf. And I hate to bring the news to you, but it’s the truth.
Biff hangs his head, almost like a defeated man. But he holds it back up again, and responds.
Biff: All right…what are your demands…
Wolf: I demand that if we win tonight, two of the people in the tournament are replaced by Beau James and El Froggy Mask!
The fans cheer for the names, but Pilko, Ness and GB surround Biff, telling him he can’t do it. But Biff, with a glum appearance, knows his fate, and reluctantly places his lips on the microphone again.
Biff: Ok…But ONLY if you win….
Wolf: Right on!
’Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits again and the three leave, pleased with the results. Ness however looks pissed off as he leaves the ring, and Biff, holding his arms up in the air as we fade out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:02:05 GMT -5
Match 3: Fallout Tag Team Titles – D-Train vs. ‘Cool Flame’ Diego Santana and Felix Santana Senior (Credit: Jonny Spade)
**TO BE EDITED IN**
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:02:26 GMT -5
Match 4: TV Title – Ben Drinkin vs. Ivor Biggin
With DNA’s challenge clear in the minds of the crowd, Philip enters the ring, ready to announce this match.
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Fallout TV Championship! Coming firstly to the ring, weighing at 223 lbs…he is one half of the Royles, Ivor Biggin!
’Have a Nice Day’ by the Stereophonics hits and there’s a small chorus of jeers for the Welshman, as he walks out alone. He walks down the ramp with a cocky sneer embraced across his face, making a belt gesture across his waist as he climbs up onto the ring apron, and enters through the ropes. He makes another cocky taunt, as he waits for his opponent.
Philip: And from Newfoundland, Canada, weighing at 264 lbs…he is the Fallout TV Champion, Ben Drinkin!
The fans go nuts as the TV champion Ben Drinkin emerges, with ‘Street Fighting Man’ by the Motley Crew playing in the background. He walks down to the ring, holding the TV title over his shoulder, as he enters the ring. He takes the title down and hands it to an official on the outside, as the two get ready to fight.
Bell rings
The two circle the ring a couple of times, before Biggin really lays in, toe kicking Drinkin in the gut. He tries to go for a DDT, but Drinkin doesn’t allow himself to be toyed around like this, and instead hits a modified suplex (sorry to go Michael Cole there). Drinkin gets to his feet slowly, and lifts Biggin up to his feet. He tries to hit a Gordbuster but Biggin refuses to be allowed to be hit with the move, and escapes. He then leaps up high into the air, and takes Drinkin by surprise with a Jumping Tornado DDT. Biggin then begins to wrap his legs around Drinkin’s, attempting to lock in an STF. But Drinkin lunges at the ropes, grabbing them with both hands and forcing Biggin off. As Biggin recuperates, Drinkin is able to get to his feet. The two square up and link, but Biggin darts behind Drinkin and plants a backdrop suplex. He makes the cover: 1……2……kickout by Drinkin. Biggin looks at the referee, demanding a three count, but his efforts are to no avail, and he reluctantly lifts up his opponent. But Drinkin fights back, with several chops to the chest, which the fans eat up totally. He then lifts Biggin up into a Fireman’s Carry, and then hits a Double Knee Gutbuster. As Biggin is struggling to cope on the canvas, Drinkin climbs the ropes, leaping off…but Biggin manages to roll out of the way of the splash. Biggin makes the cover on the fallen Drinkin: 1……2……and another kickout by Drinkin.
Biggin is further annoyed, moreso than last time as he lifts up Drinkin. He chops Drinkin across the chest, to a much quieter crowd reaction than before. He forces Drinkin at the ropes, whipping him to the ones opposite. He doubles himself over but Drinkin manages to use this to hit a Spinning Neck Drop. Drinkin gets back to his feet, lifting Biggin up and into the turnbuckle. He beats at him with a few more chops, before whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Biggin hits it hard and stumbles backward into a bulldog, and Drinkin holds on with a headlock. He lets go on request of the referee, and lifts Biggin up to his feet. He throws Biggin at the ropes and doubles himself over again, but Biggin sees this and manages to hit a weak but effective Crown of Roylety (Sky High Powerbomb). He rolls off Drinkin, and begins to climb the ropes. But he’s slow and sluggish and this allows Drinkin to hit the ropes, causing Biggin to land awkwardly. As Biggin slowly deals with his pain, Drinkin climbs the ropes, unexpectedly hitting a Super AOK! He slowly rolls over Biggin with the fans cheering his name as he makes the cover: 1……2……3!!!
Philip: Here is your winner…and still TV champion, Ben Drinkin!
’Street Fighting Men’ hits as Drinkin rolls off his opponent, grabbing the TV title and holding it close to his chest as he gets to his feet. The fans are still cheering his name as he smirks, holding the title high above Biggin’s head, before leaving the ring. He walks up the ramp, surely thinking about DNA’s challenge next week.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:02:42 GMT -5
Segment: Preparation Time
The camera is cut vertically, showing the respective locker rooms as they prepare for the main event. Wolf knows that his chances of one of his group members winning the gold will increase greatly with a win tonight, but also knows that defeat will pretty much destroy any hope he has of getting his hands on the gold. Meanwhile Biff prepares his men, and appears to have had personal trainers brought in, as they warm the three contestants up with specific leg and arm rubs. There’s suddenly a large bell heard, meaning that the referee is ready, and the two teams leave the dressing room. They slowly walk out, with Biff’s team being lead out by Biff, as we cut to a last commercial.
Fade Out.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:02:59 GMT -5
Main Event: BMW vs. Corporate Club - 6 Man Tag
Wolf & El Froggy Mask & Beau James vs. Sgt. Pilko & Daniel Ness & "Glamour Boy" Jeffery Janson
The echoes of ‘Immigrant Song’ are heard as Biff’s team parade the ring, as we come back from the break. The three are taunting fan members and looking rather cocky, as Biff smirks from the outside.
Philip: The following contest is a 6 man tag match, scheduled for one fall! In the ring, the Corporate Club…Daniel Ness, Sgt. Pilko and the Glamour Boy Jeffrey Janson!
’Mongolian Wolf Star’ hits and the fans go nuts as all three members of BMW make their way out onto the stage.
Philip: And coming to the ring, BMW…Beau James, El Froggy Mask and Wolf!
The three run down to the ring and slide in, where the Corporate Club disperses. But Biff orders them back into the ring and they do so rather reluctantly, but the BMW don’t opt to attack, and allow them to get in, where they’re both cut down to El Froggy Mask and Daniel Ness.
Bell rings
Froggy and Ness slowly walk up to each other, and grab each other by the neck. Ness easily forces Froggy into the side, and flips Froggy onto his back. Ness smirks and watches as Froggy gets back to his feet. Froggy runs at Ness but Ness ducks an intended forearm smash, instead bouncing off the ropes and hitting Froggy to an ‘all fours’ position with an elbow to the back of the head. Ness then grabs Froggy around the back and lifts him right over, attempting to hit a German Suplex but Froggy manages to land on his feet, and desperately tag in Beau. Beau enters through the ropes and charges at Ness. Ness tries to retaliate with a clothesline, but Beau ducks it and hits a Neckbreaker. Beau gets Ness up to his feet and immediately locks in a hammerlock. Ness tries to escape from it, but Beau applies pressure to the hold rather quickly. Ness applies a dirty tactic, stomping hard on Beau’s toe, forcing him to release the hold. Beau hops around in pain, as Ness tags in Sgt. Pilko. Pilko climbs over the ropes, and immediately hits Beau with a hard scoop slam. Despite being almost 30 lbs lighter, Pilko has no problems lifting Beau up, and hitting a powerful vertical suplex. He makes a cover, but Beau manages to kick out at two. Pilko gets up, throwing Beau into the corner like a rag doll. He starts brawling with Beau, hitting him numerous times in the chest and stomach with closed fists.
He allows Pilko to stumble out of the corner. Pilko bounces off the ropes and tries to hit a running big boot, but Pilko manages to duck it. He makes a desperate tag to Wolf, and the fans go nuts as Wolf climbs over the ropes. Pilko looks a little nervous, so much so that he tags in GB. GB looks just as scared, tagging Ness in. But Ness tags GB back and almost throws him into the ring. GB is cowering on the floor and Wolf comes up to him, hands ready to strike, but GB manages to crawl through his legs. He leaps to his feet, and hits Wolf in the back of the head with a dropkick. Wolf falls onto the ropes, and GB flies over the ropes, stomping on Wolf’s head. GB lands on the outside but quickly goes back in, making a cover: 1……2……kickout by Wolf. GB gets to his feet and Wolf slowly follows. GB tries to hit a scoop slam, but is obviously too weak. He tries again, but again fails and Wolf boots him in the gut, before lifting him over his head into a Military Press Slam. He throws GB into his corner, and with that takes down Pilko and Ness. All three end up on the outside, and the fans go mental as Wolf poses, and makes the tag to Froggy. Froggy enters the ring but immediately launches himself over the ropes, onto the Corporate Club.
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Post by scrawn on Apr 17, 2006 15:03:17 GMT -5
However, Pilko catches Froggy on one shoulder, and rams him into the turnbuckle. He then rolls Froggy into the ring, and GB enters the ring, making the cover: 1……2…kickout by Froggy. GB looks a little annoyed, as he tags in Daniel Ness. Ness enters and smirks as he picks Froggy up, hitting two snap Suplexes in a row. He picks Froggy up again, hitting a double underhook powerbomb that shakes the ring. Ness makes a cover:
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And Beau James is forced to stop the cover. But the referee immediately comes forward and forces Beau to the outside, and whilst this happens, the Corporate Club enter the ring and stomp down Froggy. They soon exit though as the referee turns around, and Pilko is left in the ring. He picks Froggy up and locks him into a Bearhug, before slamming him to the floor. Froggy looks lifeless as Pilko stomps at him some more, but then picks him up and lifts Froggy onto his shoulders. He then lifts him into a Military Press Slam, but Froggy manages to struggle free and tag in Wolf. The fans cheer again as Wolf enters the ring, and quickly boots Pilko in the face. Instinctively, Ness rushes towards Wolf, but Wolf clotheslines him down. GB enters and Wolf grabs him by the neck, hitting a one handed chokeslam. Ness is back up and Wolf throws him over the top rope, and GB is quick to follow his path. Both Froggy and Beau drop down and begin brawling with the two, as the action continues in the ring. Wolf beats down on Pilko in the corner, but Pilko tries to make room, pushing Wolf away. Wolf knees Pilko in the face and lifts him up. He tries a whip but Pilko knocks into the referee, knocking him down, and turns around to see a hand across his neck. But before Wolf can hit the chokeslam, THWACK! The SSW title hits him in the back of the head. Wolf stumbles away, and into the X-5 as Biff leaves the ring. Pilko hits it and makes the cover, as the referee comes back:
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3!
Philip: Here are your winners…the Corporate Club!
Biff enters the ring as the fans begin to jeer. Biff throws Pilko’s arms up in the air, as Ness and GB get the better of their foes, and enter the ring. They celebrate as a team, smirking as they look down on Wolf’s body. His path really is tough now as he must go through 7 other men to finally retrieve his dream, as Fallout comes to a close.
But…
Can he ever make his dream? Or is this tournament too farfetched even for the biggest of marks?
It will definitely be tough, as Fallout moves into tough times for many wrestlers. But not for you, however. Because next we have the second ever Bizarre show, so sit back, relax, and enjoy what should be another classic show.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Senator on Apr 17, 2006 15:06:14 GMT -5
Very nice stuff here, better late than never, I say.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Apr 17, 2006 15:09:22 GMT -5
Jonny, make match now! lol
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Post by hitman on Apr 17, 2006 15:13:32 GMT -5
Short and sweet and all in all, very good show.
As a side note, you can refer to Ben Drinkin as "Ben" if you want. Doesn't matter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 17, 2006 15:16:25 GMT -5
Nice edition of Fallout WeDrag, worth waiting for.
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