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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:11:32 GMT -5
Kalb steps gingerly over the now jagged edges of the window pane, placing a foot on Fitsharris for a pin…
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…Fitsharris kicks out! Fitsharris kicks out! The crowd goes wild! Fitsharris might have managed to become the (both literal and figurative) butt of jokes on Fallout, but his gutsy effort and refusal to give up has already started to win back many fans. Kalb, with a frustrated look on his face, pulls the bleeding Fitsharris out of the wreckage of the window, decking him with a single punch. Kalb covers for the pin again...
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...Fitsharris kicks out on instinct! Kalb can barely believe that his opponent has anything left in the tank, lifting him up, and into his familiar rear facelock, doing a cutthroat motion with the free hand.
Bardo: That’s his usual setup for the Adam Smith Driver…
Sure enough, Kalb lifts Fitsharris into the inverted brainbuster position, holding him in midair, and slowly turning 360 degrees. Kalb pauses for a moment, and seemingly slips, as he remains standing, but drops his opponent forwards, vertically, landing Fitsharris right on the top of his head at an akward angle, without catching him, as he would on a usual Adam Smith Driver. Kalb shakes his head at the "mistake," and goes for the cover…
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Iris: Your winner, Anthony Kalb!
Kalb takes a quick look at the carnage in the ring, and once again shakes his head, as he heads to the back, while medical staff attends to Fitsharris. As Kalb slowly reaches the top of the entranceway, none other than Gary is there to meet him.
Gary: Anthony, Anthony, what’d you do there?
Kalb: What do you think? I just about killed Kevin Fitsharris in the ring!
Gary: So what does this mean?
Kalb: It means that there is only one Capitalist left standing…I finally closed that unfortunate chapter in my life, sorry Kev, but you're history, far as I'm concerned. It also means that when Biff finally decides what he wants to do with the Openweight title, I’m gunning for it.
Gary: Oh, speaking of Biff…yeah…um…oh, he just told me before I came out here…
Kalb: What?
Gary: Funny, I can't remember...think it was about some old British guy or something...
Kalb: What...
Gary: Oh, that’s it, he told me that after that last move, he’s placing a ban on your Adam Smith Driver!
Kalb: WHAT?
Gary: Yeah, too sloppy, too dangerous, he said!
Kalb stares at Gary for a moment with a look that could melt solid rock, shrugs his shoulders, and heads backstage as the camera switches over to the unmoving Kevin Fitsharris. More of the medical crew rushes to the ring, placing a neck brace on the fallen competitor, and sliding him onto a gurney.
Bardo: Kevin Fitsharris might be a total moron and has been a complete psycho to boot as of late, but I do not wish this on anyone. He's nothing if resilient, so hopefully, he'll be able to bounce back, although the psychological effects might ultimately be longer lasting than any physical scars...
Fade Out
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:12:38 GMT -5
Segment: Contract Negotiations Part 2 (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, P-Dogg, Skullface Killah, and Rampage are seen in Biff’s office, along with Tony Givens, Tim Dwight, Craig Lewis, and the GM himself.
Dwight: As I see it, you guys have constantly disobeyed the rules, and have caused a dangerous backstage situation. I don’t care how popular you are with some segments of the audience, I care about the well being of the people I represent, and as such, I have no choice, but to disband you from the Dwight Gym.
Givens: And why the hell we still allow you, P-Dogg to come here is beyond me. I was not even for this match tonight, as it is overly expensive to set up, medical costs, extra personnel, and potential missed matches all seem to make this match seem like a waste. but was overruled by my colleagues.
Lewis: The only reason, P-Dogg, that you are still here is that you draw. People like violence, and you provide plenty of it! That said, we have a little stipulation for the three of you tonight…
Biff: Very well, then! Dudes, it goes like this, if you win this match tonight, all three of you will receive genuine complete Fallout contracts…but if you lose, it’s back to the PEWA, and the indy circuit for you all.
P-Dogg: Hey, don’t be doubtin’ here, we’ll get the job done.
Biff: You better, if you want a permanent job on Fallout, that’s all, folks.
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:14:58 GMT -5
Match #5: Stan H. Johnston & The Everyman & Mark “The Axe” Miller vs. P-Dogg & Skullface Killah & Rampage: Philly High Rise BBQ (Credit: Senator) ******************************************************************* PEWA, August 12, 2004: Day of Infamy
Bradley Omar: Tonight, in front of about a thousand screaming fans, we will witness the very first Philly High Rise BBQ match! Here, the Bingo Hall Mutants, the gargantuan Skullface Killah, and the insane Rampage will face off against the madman biker team of Cruiser Jacobs, and Cruiser Conrad, in what looks to be one of the most brutal matches ever conceived! A scaffold will be set up over a makeshift ring in the parking lot, and a scaffolding structure built fifteen feet above it, and in that ring, blazing barbed wire tables! First team to throw the other team in wins…if they survive!
[[Fast Forward]]
Bradley Omar: Oh no, no, no, no, both of the Mutants are hoisting up the Cruisers…and they just dropped them over the rail with a stereo atomic whip! Carnage in the ring! The Cruisers are flailing about in the barbed wire, and the ringside attendants are hosing off the ring with fire extinguishers!******************************************************************* Dean Bardo: This is it, a moment that I really have not been looking forward to at all, in this match, the question is not if someone will get hurt, but who will get hurt. R.J. Fisher: But you better believe that these Fallout Fanatics are on their feet out here in the parking lot, where we have placed the reconstructed Philly High Rise BBQ structure! This is going to be about blood and guts, and if some of the earlier matches have been any indication, this might truly come across as the most brutal night in Fallout history! We have the same seating arrangement here that was used for the Asylum match, at ACW Genocide. This time, though, we were able to fit the entire Fallout crowd successfully here in the seats outside! Bardo: That's nice to know, everyone gets to experience this gladiatorial nonsense firsthand... Fisher: Now then, this match takes place on top of a scaffolding structure that raises up fifteen feet above the ring. At the top, on the outside, is a tall fence some eight feet tall, with tons of weapons hanging off. On the inside there is a five and a half foot wide catwalk that goes all the way around the area of the ring. In the middle of this, surrounded by a four and a half foot guardrail, is a chasm that hovers over the ring, which in turn is covered by a row of the Bingo Hall Mutants' barbed wire wrapped, gasoline doused tables. The tables will be ignited upon the start of the match. The team that has all three members tossed off the catwalk loses the match. (Credit to Jonny Spade for the diagram, and Santiago for the animation) “Wait and Bleed” plays over the PA, as P-Dogg, Rampage, and Skullface Killah all make their way down from the Fallout Gym to ringside, being lead by referee Cliff Mortimer to the opposite side of the ring, next to one of the two ladder entrances. A quick video package plays as they do so: *******************************************************************
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:15:35 GMT -5
******************************************************************* P-Dogg, a symbol of violence...
**Pdogg smiles darkly, and then starts to cut away the chain link a few feet above Blade, standing on the replaced ladder to do so. He then clips away at either side so that the panel he is cutting starts to bend outward, and Raye cries out again as she and Blade begin to fall back with it, a fall off the triple cage that no human could possibly survive……
Blade: JESUS CHRIST PDOGG! This thing won’t hold our weight forever….it’ll break!
Pdogg: Well observed. Go to the top of the class.
Pdogg keeps cutting, and Raye clings on desperately to Blade as the panel contorts. Blade looks around him and his mind races as he tries to think of a solution, but none will come.
Blade: Raye, you have to climb off my back and on to the cage……
Raye: I can’t, my arms aren’t strong enough to hold on! We’re going to fall!**
A man willing to do anything for a win…
** Bradley Omar: P-Dogg has Luke Powers near the edge of the balcony…no, Powers just placed P-Dogg in position for a Powers-bomb back down the stairs…but P-Dogg’s not budging…no…he’s not going to…good God Almighty! P-Dogg just back body dropped Powers over the edge, right onto a pile of chairs!**
A man with no mercy…
**P-Dogg then lifts Finn up, with not a little effort, onto his shoulder, and drops him with a Red Dog (Canadian Backbreaker DDT) onto the broken parts of the boom box! He's not done there, and pulls a claw hammer from his belt, and goes Abdullah style on Finn's forehead, busting him open the hard way with the sharp end of the hammer.**
A man with a mission...
**Johnston appears to have the upper hand, smashing P-Dogg’s face into a wall. Johnston starts clubbering away…but suddenly, two large individuals come from off the screen, caroming into the Fallout Cowboy, knocking him headlong into a stack of chairs. Pretty soon, it becomes apparent that these two are indeed P-Dogg’s allys from the PEWA in Philadelphia, Rampage and Skullface Killah, the Bingo Hall Mutants. The three kick and pummel Johnston, with P-Dogg finally reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a claw hammer, and disgustingly tearing open Johnston’s forehead with the sharp end.
Fisher: That’s simply horrid! Someone get in there and break this up!**
P-Dogg, ready to demolish anyone on his path to Fallout…no matter what it takes…
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As the video fades away, “Sunrise” plays, as Stan H. Johnston, Everyman, and Mark “The Axe” Miller make their way out, lead by Jessie Reynolds over to the opposite ladder from the PEWA team. All three are wearing rather different attire than usual, wearing Dwight Gym shirts and rugged jeans. The two referees herd the team members up the ladders and into the structure, one by one, until all six men enter the scaffolding, at which point, the referees close the doors and remove the ladders. Rampage carries a gasoline can up with him, and dumps the contents onto the already covered tables. The bell rings, a number of ringside officials use long torches to light the tables, and the two teams go at it...
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:15:53 GMT -5
Everyman starts things off by knocks Rampage back with overhand punches, Skullface goes for a haymaker on Miller, who weaves out of the way, retaliating with an inside crescent kick, that the masked monster simply shakes off in moments. Stan Johnston closes in on P-Dogg, who reaches over to the fence, pulling a kendo stick down, and cracking it over his opponent's head. Everyman bashes Rampage's head into the cage, while Skullface slowly backs the Axe into a corner, raining down headbutts. P-Dogg reaches over to the wall again, this time pulling a chair off, and chucks it at the dazed Stan Johnston. The Fallout Cowboy, though, gets an arm up, deflecting the chair away, and over the guardrail, flying onto one of the already dangerous tables, and sending up a small burst of flames.
Fisher: Woah, Nelly, if that's just a chair, I can't imagine what a human being crashing into those is going to be like!
Bardo: I really do not want to know.
Rampage hits a quick face first DDT on Everyman, but is astounded when the blue collar superstar picks himself up off the catwalk grating even before he can do so himself. Rampage attempts to grab Everyman by his shirt collar to get up, but only meets with the end of his opponent's fist. Everyman then grabs Rampage by the scruff of his neck and the bottom of his shirt, attempting to toss him over, but is unable to do so, as Rampage holds onto the top of the rail. Skullface Killah, having headbutted Miller into the side of the fence, stomps him repeatedly. Killah, seeing Miller sufficiently demobilized, heads over, seeing Everyman slowly trying to force Rampage over the rail, and rushes over, slamming into both men with a shoulder block, sending them crashing against the steel grating of the catwalk floor. Everyman rolls back to his feet, immediately lashing out with his Workman's Compensation big boot kick, striking Skullface flush in the head, sending him stumbling back.
Bardo: On any other normal individual, that boot would have leveled them…on Skullface, it’s just another striking attack for him to shake off.
Rampage, though, reaches off the fence, and blasts Everyman in the solar plexus and then the neck with a crowbar, dropping his opponent to the floor. Skullface, known for his hard head, and his ability to take punishment, hits himself in the side of the head, and shakes off the effects of the big boot, heading over to assist his fellow Mutant. The two lift Everyman up over their heads, and double military press him over the rail...and into the flames!
Phillip: The Everyman has been eliminated!
Everyman plunges over the edge, and crashes straight through one of the tables. Everyman's shirt and pants catch on the barbed wire, tearing fabric and flesh as he quickly attempts to roll out of the ring. Fallout workers rush over with fire extinguishers, making a path for Everyman to escape the ring. Despite being singed and cut rather horridly over his body, the rough hewn member of the Dwight Gym manages to get to his feet out of the nightmarish ring, and walks off, with help from officials.
Fisher: My goodness, that was horrid! Simply horrid!
Bardo: I suppose I can agree on that point. Everyman's a good, tough guy, though, he'll bounce back.
Back up above the ring, Stan Johnston trades strikes with P-Dogg, matching his open hand face slaps with the Dogg's straight knuckle punches. Back and forth, the two continue to repeat striking each other, neither gaining any sort of an advantage. P-Dogg finally capitulates, grabbing Johnston by the head, slamming him into the fence. Johnston feels his forehead, with a touch of blood showing up on his fingers, and responds in type, slamming P-Dogg's head into the steel. Meanwhile, the Bingo Hall Mutants attempt to double team Mark Miller, but find him to be more than a match for them, as he sweeps Skullface's legs out from under him, and leaps up, hitting a swift enzuigiri on Rampage. Skullface attempts to get to his feet, but Miller dropkicks him in the ribs, sending him back into the corner of the fence.
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:16:16 GMT -5
Fisher: The Axe is making a good impression in his "in ring" debut here, taking on both the Bingo Hall Mutants and managing to hold them back with his martial arts skills!
Over on the opposite side of the structure, P-Dogg finds one of his traditional weapons on the fence, the claw hammer. Johnston, not noticing this, swings at his opponent with a short range lariat, but misses. P-Dogg grabs his opponent’s extended arm, slamming the hammerhead into Johnston’s forearm, drawing a loud yell.
Bardo: P-Dogg might seem like nothing but a crude brawler, but he’s actually utilizing a scientific approach here, attempting to neutralize Johnston’s most effective weapon: his right arm and the dreaded Western Lariat.
Fisher: See, I told you that you’d end up enjoying this anyway!
Bardo: Hmph…
P-Dogg continues his unorthodox offence, pocketing the hammer, grasping Johnston’s arm, and flinging it into the steel fencing a number of times, then pulling him over, and slamming the arm over the guardrail on the inside. Johnston attempts to strike back with his left arm, but is unable to muster much force, as P-Dogg forces him down to the catwalk floor with a wristlock. The PEWA Ace kicks Johnston in the head, sets his arm out, and then leaps up, coming down with a huge high jump knee drop on his opponent’s outstretched elbow.
Fisher: Oh my, that could have broken Stan Johnston’s arm!
Back to the other side, the Axe finds another weapon, one familiar to old time ACW fans, a weedwacker. Both of the Bingo Hall Mutants back off as Miller revs the engine on the device. Skullface, though, shoves Rampage forwards, right into the path of the whirling object, which solidly connects with his chest, cutting through his thick shirt, and immediately cutting him open. Rampage backs off, clearly hurt, with blood noticibly running down the front of his black PEWA shirt. The Axe shows no mercy, clubbing Rampage in the side of the head with his weapon, and as the ski-masked competitor leans up against the guardrail, Miller rushes over, clubbing him once again, this time with the engine end of the lawn tool, and sending Rampage over the edge of the guardrail…
Fisher: And Rampage crashes right over the top of the rail and into the ring!
Phillip: Rampage has been eliminated!
Rampage falls not only though the tables, but onto the chair that Johnston had batted into the ring. Rampage, having been in similar situations before, does not panic, even when the barbed wire catches on his ski mask, tearing a huge hole in it, and cutting the top of his shaved head open. If that wasn’t bad enough, the fire seems to catch on his shirt, igniting some loose threads, and Rampage is forced to quickly remove it, tossing the ripped and burning fabric onto an untouched table. The wounded PEWA competitor, with the help of Fallout officials, manages to somehow stumble out of the ring, almost collapsing out of the ring, and is carried off by two medical workers.
Back on the “High Rise,” Stan Johnston continues to be pummeled by P-Dogg. The Axe lost his weapon in the elimination of Rampage, and is being throttled by Skullface over on the guardrail. The Axe seems precariously positioned to take quite the tumble, but in desperation, shoots out a leg, catching Skullface Killah straight below the belt. The Axe doesn’t stop there, kicking him repeatedly in the groin, until the 6’7, 290 pound man is bent over, and stays there. Miller then points up to the top of the fencing…
Fisher: Don’t tell me that he’s going to go up top, woah, Nelly, that’s an incredible risk to take! Just think if he falls!
Bardo: Idiot. Miller’s not an aerial specialist, and this can’t be good. This is not what he was trained to do.
The Axe slowly ascends upwards, finally making it to the top, and turning around, setting himself up, and lining up with the target…and dives off with one heck of a Super Axe Attack diving scissors axe kick on Skullface that more so resembles a diving Guillotine Crusher than a kick, but does succeed in completely wiping out both men!
Fisher: Incredible! That was incredible! A diving scissors axe kick from the top of the fencing! Both men are down, and out from that astounding impact!
Over with P-Dogg and Stan Johnston, the action continues along, with P-Dogg swinging with his hammer, but missing this time, as Johnston catches him with a side backdrop suplex right into the grating of the catwalk. Johnston shakes his arm a number of times, managing to get some feeling in his appendage, and now lifts P-Dogg up into a running powerslam, ramming his opponent into the corner of the fence, back first. Johnston continues his attack with an elbow drop, landing with the left elbow instead of the right.
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:16:40 GMT -5
At the same time, Skullface and the Axe slowly recover, getting to their feet. Miller goes in, kicking Skullface in the chest, bending him over again, going for another Axe Attack from a standing position now, but only manages to somehow end up on the shoulders of his opponent, in an electric chair position. Skullface slowly makes his way over to the rail…and shoves the Axe off from his shoulders, sending him diving off, and down…face-first through a blazing table!
Phillip: Mark..the Axe...Miller...has been eliminated.
Bardo: Oh no…that did not look good…
Medics immediately rush into the ring, with protective garments on, making their way to Mark Miller, managing to roll him off of the table, and pulling the barbed wire out of his skin. The Axe is bleeding profusely from several wounds, and the medics waste no time strapping him onto a gurney, and rolling him out, as the stunned audience sits in near silence.
Fisher: I…I’m in shock here. We’ll keep you updated on the condition of Mark “the Axe” Miller as medical reports come in, he didn’t look so great coming out of the ring there.
Bardo: And now you know why I didn’t want to see this match happen.
Even the competitors up on the structure pause while the Axe is carried off…and then Skullface turns around, to a loud array of boos…and then cheers, as an enraged Stan Johnston rushes over, slamming into the larger opponent with a thunderous Western Lariat, knocking him not over, but through the guardrail, sending him falling into the ring…and through the ring.
Phillip: Skullface Killah has been eliminated!
Fisher: That’s what I call revenge! Skullface Killah didn’t land on any tables, as they were demolished by Miller's fall from the top, but he did just create a gaping hole right where he fell through the ring itself from about fifteen feet up!
Bardo: Serves the punk right.
Fisher: And then there were two…
P-Dogg finally manages to pull himself up along the fence, and notices his trademark boom box hanging near his spot, while the busy medics pull Skullface out of the ring, and carry him off on another gurney. P-Dogg approaches Johnston with the box, and throws it at the man, who now is unable to block the object, and it shatters over his shoulder. Johnston, though, finds two weapons of his own, his old Texas Bullrope, which he slings over his shoulder, and yes, a cowbell.
Fisher: A cowbell! I can’t believe there was a cowbell up there!
P-Dogg searches for a suitable weapon to counter the cowbell, but is unable to do so in time, as Johnston *clangs* it over his head, in a moment as equally brutal as it is humorous. Johnston then attempts to force P-Dogg over the edge, but is countered with a series of side knee lifts. P-Dogg then steps back, rushes forward, and connects with a jumping knee to the jaw. Johnston doesn’t go down, at least, not until P-Dogg hooks him in a double underhook, lifts up, and drives him into the grating with a PDT. The PEWA star then places his foot on top of his opponent's head, and, placing the majority of his weight down, grinds Johnston's bloody face into the grating, to the point where the blood begins to visibly drip down through the grating.
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:17:13 GMT -5
Fisher: Simply horrid! That's disgusting!
Bardo: I do think this match is approaching 1.0 on the Muta Scale...
P-Dogg pulls his opponent up, who is now bleeding even worse from his forehead, with Johnston's blood freely flowing down onto his chest, and tries to force him over down into the ring. Johnston struggles, and P-Dogg backs off...only to stand back to the side, and hit a huge dropkick, sending Johnston over the top of the rail!
Fisher: MY GOODNESS! Johnston held onto the top of the guardrail!
P-Dogg can hardly believe his eyes as he sees Stan Johnston roll over the top of the guardrail, and somehow hang on, rolling back into the ring, as the rail starts to bend back. P-Dogg attempts again to send his opponent over, charging in for a jumping knee...but Johnston counters with a back elbow, and then, in one smooth motion, unwinds the bull rope from his shoulder, slinging it around his opponent’s neck! P-Dogg chokes with the rope constricting over his throat, and wildly swings around, but is unable to escape, with Johnston dragging his struggling opponent slowly over to the spot where Skullface went through the guardrail. Johnston pauses for a moment, gives a big thumbs down to the crowd with his free hand...and grips the rope tightly with both hands, slinging P-Dogg into the fence, and then right over the open edge, still holding onto the rope that's still looped around his opponent's neck…
Dean Bardo stands up in his seat, yelling straight to Johnston...
Bardo: Johnston, let go of that rope right now! You’re taking it too far! That’s going to kill him if you don’t let go!
Johnston(To P-Dogg): Hey, you wanted to take me to the limit, you wanted to see what happened when I was pushed too far, well, here ya go, pardner!
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Post by scrawn on May 1, 2006 19:17:44 GMT -5
P-Dogg's face turns purple, and he desperately hangs on to the rope with both hands as Stan Johnston taunts him from above. Johnston looks down with a crimson mask, and an unmistakably fierce expression, finally letting go of the rope, and sending P-Dogg crashing through several normal tables that were stacked in the gap left by Skullface, breaking his fall. P-Dogg doesn’t seem hurt as bad from the fall as many of the others were, but seems somewhat traumatized from Johnston’s actions, and is visibly shaken. P-Dogg looks around himself, with a shocked expression on his now beet-red face, as he rapidly breathes in and out, finally collects his senses, and stumbles off, without aid. Johnston raises a Longhorn taunt to the air, bellowing a loud Texas call, and many fans respond in turn. Several more officials raise the ladder back up, and as soon as Johnston is able to climb down, a large bandage is applied to the large open wound in his forehead.
Phillip: Your winners, Stan Johnston, Mark Miller, and the Everyman! And this is Phillip, signing off for my last time here on Fallout, may you all have a great time, good luck to Iris Yoon, and thank you for having me here every week!
Fisher: And thank you for always giving us your best, Phillip, we’ll continue to wish you well. Any final thoughts, Dean, that was one of the most brutal matches that I have ever seen, and one of the most thrilling contests in Fallout history, too.
Bardo: Fisher, my opinion was that the “match” was torture to sit though, and I can’t imagine what it was like to go through. Even so, I reluctantly admit that such a violent match will only win Fallout more viewers and fans. For the worse, Fallout will never be the same after that one…
Fisher: Well, I, for one, think that Fallout is going in the right direction, and will only gain fans after that spectacular spectacle! Just remember, Fallout, the fastest hour on television is constantly evolving, and with matches such as these, you have no choice but to watch! From a marketing perspective, Dean, you're absolutly correct, the Philly High Rise BBQ match was gold! From a humanistic standpoint, you might have a point there, too, my collegue... This is R.J. Fisher, and that’s Dean Bardo, signing out.
Fallout ends with how it pretty much started, with absolute carnage, blood, sweat and tears. There aren’t too many questions left hanging in the air to be answered, or any new questions that come out of it.
This was an exciting and action-filled chapter in Fallout’s history, and it isn’t the first, and by all means will not be the last.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Senator on May 1, 2006 19:19:01 GMT -5
Whew! That was one heck of a show to put together....Feedback would be greatly appreciated:)
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Post by hitman on May 1, 2006 19:22:55 GMT -5
Good show all! I'm back to my winning ways! (I hope)
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Post by jonnyomega on May 1, 2006 19:48:02 GMT -5
Great show guys, well writen all-round
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Post by Karate Master Kudo on May 1, 2006 23:25:53 GMT -5
Wow, great show.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing hype promos from both Jackalope (even if it was late) and Jim Rourke. The matches were again solid as usual, I'm looking forward to the third fall match for the TV title already, and Kalb/Fitsharris did not disappoint. The main event was also no slacker, and was an excellent finish to top off the show.
And of course, Dwight's move of the month is always a fun addition.
Great job guys.
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Post by hunter on May 2, 2006 16:07:53 GMT -5
Philly High Rise BBQ may be the best Fallout match ever. Nice job.
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