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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:33:41 GMT -5
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Fallout Openweight Tag Titles D-Train vs. Irresistable Force/Immovable Object
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Daniel Ness vs. The Everyman
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Stan Johnston return match Stan H. Johnston vs. Evan Dixon
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Senatorial Retirement Tour Match Senator Steve Phillips vs. Scott Andrews
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Skurai & Gary vs. Sgt. Pilko & Demolisher Hugh Daniels
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This is a Halberd II Production
Shazam! It’s Fallout, the fastest hour on television!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:34:05 GMT -5
Segment: Bait & Switch (Credit: Senator)
As the show opens, the scene starts out in Biff's office, where the executive crew of Tony Givens, Craig Lewis, and Biff Taylor are sitting around in the messy as usual office, when the fourth member, Tim Dwight dashes in through the door.
Biff: Good you showed up, Textbook!
Dwight: Yes, and I have some questions for you, Biff. I've not been able to get a hold of you here until now, and I just want to know what the heck happened with our Openweight title match! The fans have waited long enough, and you better believe that the guys in the back have waited more than long enough! I want an answer!
Biff: Sorta harsh here, aren't you?
Givens: Really, I agree, though, I want to know what happened.
Biff: Simple, you all want to know? I'll tell you what's happening. Things are just going on too fast, and ya can't just throw a match like that out there on short notice. The tournament's gone fine, but I'd like to make good use of the money we're paying Skurai, and...
Dwight: And get your guy, Sgt. Pilko ready for him? Is that it?
Biff: Now I hope you're not accusing me of favoritism, Textbook. I'm about as impartial a dude as anyone! Well, maybe not, but that's not why I postponed. Regardless, we're going to have the title match next week, and that's final!
Suddenly, the door bursts open again, with Dangerous Nicholas Alger charging in, his face red as a beet.
DNA: Ok, Biff, I've tried to hold my temper lately, but this is the final straw! What's your problem? Really! You put me in a six man tag match last week, but instead of letting me tag with my guys, D-Train, you put me with those dick jokers and I've not defended my title in weeks, you're really starting to piss me off!
Biff: Come on, you think it's easy to book Fallout? Guess again, chump. You want a match, I'll give you one next week, oh yes, I will...
DNA: Against who, I demand to know who I'm gonna face!
Biff: That'll be all, seriously man, leave here before I decide to have you removed.
DNA storms out of the office, kicking a trash can over on the way out.
Biff: Sheesh, what crawled up his rear and died? Wait, I got one other thing to do here...Craig, call those two pests in here.
Craig: Sure thing!
Craig Lewis punches a button on his desk, and the door opens again, as Uriel and Memnoch, the Lost Boys stumble in, looking a little out of it, so to say.
Uriel: Wazzup, bros!
Biff: I called you two in here for one reason, and since this is the fastest hour on television, I'll not beat around the bush...or the weed. You two have not been competing for a little time here, right?
Memnoch: No. We get our checks, and you let us hang out still, so...
Biff: That's just it, you two slackers are a drain on our paychecks. We need new blood around here, and to sign new folks who are actually worth signing...we gotta empty the dumpster.
Memnoch: So you're firing us?
Biff: That's putting it a bit harshly, but hey, yeah, that's what I'm doing.
Uriel: That's seriously uncool!
Memnoch: Yeah, we are the first Fallout Openweight Tag Champs and all, not to mention some of the original members of the regular roster...
Biff: And that's why I want to make an example out of you two! You are a negative influence on the roster, always just druggin' it up everywhere, and not even bothering to ask for matches! I want to make everyone think that they are not indispensable, no matter who they are, if they don't bring it, we don't need them here on Fallout! You're outta here, and don't make me make this harsher than it hasta be, if you catch my drift. You clean up your acts, I'll think of bringing you back, but until then, nope, no chance.
The Lost Boys consider debating further, but Memnoch just shakes his head, taps Uriel on the shoulder, and the two leave the office, and Fallout.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:34:29 GMT -5
Match #1: IF/IO vs. D-Train, Fallout Tag-Team Titles. (Credit: FSX)
The crowd stands ablaze for another coming night of the thunderous Fallout brand, and with the added incentive of A title match to open the evening, it seems no question it's too be a night to remember. The voices stirring in the arena are quieted as Iris Yoon maker her way into the ring...
Iris: This evening's opening contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Fallout Tag-Team Titles! Introducing first, the challengers.."The Immovable Object" Colossus Rhodes and his partner, "The Irresistible Force" Jul--
Before she can continue, a familiar voice from down the ramp stalls her...completely. There's a moment of confusion, before the crowd sees Julio Rivera and Colossus Rhodes making their way to the ring, Julio with a mic in hand.
Julio: Laaadies, Laaadies, please calm down! Ze best of the Rivera's has graced joo with 'is presence!
There is a mix of cheers through the crowd for his horrible accent, before boos overwhelm as he flipped the bird too the crowd.
Julio: Mucho better! Now please be quiet, well me and ze big man set things a bit..straighter, how 'bouts? Yris, joo are not announcing us right. We are no ones challengers, we are jour zoon to be SAG-SEAM Champions!
Colossus: It's 'Tag-Team' Julio..
Julio : Es silence from joo! Joo do not speak to me, unless I say so. And when joo do, joo must addressa me as HUULIOOOO RIAVEEEEEERA!
A loud JOOOOO! is heard from the crowd.
Julio: JOO ALL SHUT UP! ENOUGH WITH WITH ZIS IDLE CHATER! It iz time to kick some ass.
Colossus: Indeed.
Julio: Joo isn't a Druid!
They continue rambling on, having both finally made their way into the ring, before 'Wait and Bleed' by Slipknot hits and both members of D-Train spend no time making their way down too the ring.
Iris: And their opponents, the reigning Fallout Tag-Team champions, D-TRA--
Bell Rings.
Iris can't even finish as the freight train runs in to deliver a stiff running shoulder block to Julio, nearly taking his head off, and were underway. The match doesn't appear to have a very long lifespan as the freight train is beating the hell out of Julio, nailing vicious rights and lefts, before getting up and raising his arm too the crowd. Various people are seen cheering at they have a good idea of what might be coming up, as the train does a three-point stance in the corner. Could the match be over THIS fast? It seemed likely as Julio stood up and turned to see him, before he doubled over and literally dragged his nuts well half-pulling and half-crawling his way to the corner and making the tag.
And noooow we might actually have a match. Colossus steps over the top-rope and into the ring, staring over at the Freight Train the entire time, and positions himself...ready for any kind of attack...Well, almost any kind of attack. The train spent no time running forward into The Immovable object, fully intent on moving him, but not in a way you would predict. Instead of attempting to nail him in the torso, he dove down and shoulder blocking the big man's knee. This actually caused Colossus to lose his footing for a moment, before driving his other knee in a lift, cracking the skull of the train. He grinned a moment, watching his body crash to the ground. Rhodes couldn't help but grin for a moment, before reaching down to pick him up...
Sadly though, Colossus never was the sharpest knife in the drawer... After lifting the man up, he spent nearly a minute just standing there pointing at his semi-conscious form, and cussing out the crowd. NEVER a good idea too let a man recover, so early on in the match, when it's a title match! He probably never even would of noticed if it wasn't for Julio yelling at him from the apron. Returning to reality, Colossus slowly moves to nail an elbow too his head, but it's just too late. McMichaelson has already managed to recover enough to block the elbow, and nail and send his own elbow into the head of Rhodes. Staggering back, the Train must of seen this as a sign of weakness, because he spent no time trying to bring the goliath of a man down. How? Why, with a McMichaelson Express of course (AXE BOMBARUUUUU!)...but it doesn't have the desired effect.
Staggering back once more, just about to collapse into the ropes, a blind tag is made. Not seeing any of this, the train wastes no time rushing toward him, ready to knock the giant out of the ring..something that would probably put him out for the night...but before reaching him, Julio jumps out from behind the giant, pulling train away from Colossus with a springboard arm drag. Attempting to move fast, he wastes no time running up too him and nailing a hurricanrana whip, sending him now too the other side of the ring. Seeing the opening, Rivera runs up too the top rope and without hesitation, leaps off with the Rivera Roll. Managing to actually hit this (TO THE SHOCK OF EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE!) He tried to put all his weight on the train, hooking both legs, and praying to god he could steal the match...
...1
...2
...3--
BUT NO! It just wasn't enough to keep the train down! Despite flying back up too his feet, and ready to strike again, he couldn't stop the train anymore. Attempting to with a DDT as he was getting up was his first mistake. Attempting to run into him with a rolling head scissors was his second mistake...his third? Attempting to hit a Cross body. At that point, the Train had simply caught him and walked him over too his own corner, tagging in the D-man (finally) too take over. He literally hands Julio over too the D-man, laughs too himself, and exits the ring to watch the rest of the match play out. How would it all begin? With a stiff high-angle scoop slam. Julio convulsed a bit on the mat, before Daunte picked him up and smirked, hitting a forearm too the ribs, followed by a commando elbow to the throat, watching him collapse to the mat once again. There didn't seem to be anything stopping the D-man...now seemed like a decent time to end it all, lifting the wobbly form of Julio Rivera back to his feet. It seemed all over, as he winded back and really NAILED him with a Face Eraser. And it was over. He dropped to his knees, and put a single finger on the chest of Julio, waiting for ref to come and count the pin..but where is the ref?
The camera pans to the corner of IF/IO, as the ref is seen arguing with Colossus about something.
Ref: That SO wasn't him!
Colossus: It was! Defiantly!
Ref: Couldn't he get fired for that?
Colossus: Not when the boss loves you..
Ref: Guess so..
Daunte, infuriated begins to make his way over to the corner, before hearing the train yell at him to duck. Quickly doing so, a chair swung overhead from the suddenly 'back to life' Object. He grinned, attempting to hit him with the chair a second time, and managing too do so!.....In front of the referee, who immediately calls for the bell.
Iris: The winners of this match by Disqualification, and STILL Tag Team Champions, D-TRA--
Before she can finish, again, Julio makes his way over too her and begins to complain, saying the ref was DQing the D-man..or something like that. His accent makes it impossible to tell exactly WHAT he's saying. Iris seems to of had just about enough of this,turning away for a moment, before kicking him 'downstairs' and nudging him over.
Iris: As I was saying, D-TRAAAAIIN!
Laughs are heard from the arena, as Colossus turns to see the form of Julio Rivera clutching his damaged goods. Not sure what just happens, he just shrugs it off and picks up Rivera, making his way too the back. The night has started off to a bang...you could say..as D-train celebrates well THE FASTEST HOUR ON TELEVISION...goes to commercial
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:34:57 GMT -5
Segment: Watch Rourke's Words (Credit: Rourke)
Watch Your Words blasted over the speakers and the crowd exploded. as the intro went out and the real beat began, Rourke walked out in his white hooded robe. he bent down as white smoke filled the entry way behind him and blue and white lights flashed around him. the smoke, propelled by air billowed out, as the lyrics started. Rourke then made his way out to the ring, through the smoke. Rourke greets fans along one side as the fans cheer.
Rourke looks into the ring and climbs up the stairs. he crossed himself and walks on the apron. he reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a microphone. he steps over the rope and let’s the cheers of “ROURKE... ROURKE... ROURKE” wash over him before he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Jim Rourke: It is good to be heere tonight in front of you loyal Fallout fans. however, there is something on my chest I would like to get off. (crowd settles down) since I have been here in SFW, I have been in three matches. one a PPV. and in two of them, I was jumped either during or after the match. why? because the “Neo Revolution” has targeted me. and I kno what you all are thinking. am I out here to sry, moan and complain? NO! I am here to do something about it. next week on Fallout, it is the Neo Revolution vs Jim Rourke in a Saving Grace Gauntlet match!
the crowd cheers, but are confused as to what a Saving Grace Gauntlet match” is. Rourke is not done, however and continues.
Rourke: the rules for this are simple. I face off against a membr of thje Neo-Revolution. i pin one, the next comes out. they pin me, they win. end of story? no. I have been in this sport too long to not know that a beaten opponent can alwys come back, so to alleviate this detail, each pinned member will be put into a Steel holding cell until the match is over.
the audience is in an uproar of cheers and claps, but rourke tells a camera man to get a shot of his face.
Rourke: and Harpo. you better hope you are selected to go last. because it seems the only way you can beat me is by having your “Comrades” do your dirty work. see you next week.” rourke drops the Microphone Chris Rock style and he looks above to the sky, and begins talking, seemingly to himself... or a higher power as the show fades to commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:35:17 GMT -5
Match #2: Daniel Ness vs The Everyman (Credit: Yoko)
Iris Yoon enters the ring to start off the second match of the night.
Iris: The next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Entering first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Daniel Ness!
Survival of the Sickest plays over the sound system as Ness comes out. There are a lot of boos, but his fans make their presence known as he gets into the ring.
Iris: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, The Everyman!
The Everyman doesn’t have an official theme at this moment in time. This evening he has given the Fallout crew a CD to play when he comes out. They play it, and Tom Sawyer by Rush plays. This gets extra cheers from the rockers in the crowd. Anyway, he gets into the ring.
Bell Rings
The brawler versus the technician. Their styles couldn’t clash anymore than they do now. But that doesn’t stop Ness from launching the first offensive. He grapples and floats behind Everyman with the intent of a rear waistlock takedown. But with an unusual sense of technical prowess, the Everyman manages to grip Ness’ head and take him down instead. The technical moves end there as he gets on top of the fallen Ness and begins to punch him repeatedly as the crowd counts each punch. After the usual ten, he gets off and raises his arms into the air looking for audience praise, which he gets.
However, this is not a particularly wise move, as Ness is allowed to recover. While Everyman is showboating, Ness gets a good running start and brutally kicks the back of his knee. As Everyman wobbles, Ness grabs him by the head and drops down with a knee facebuster. The Everyman recoils and falls back, but not down. His backward fall lands him on the ropes, and he comes back at Ness. Ness locks his arms around Everyman and flips him with a picture perfect overhead belly to belly suplex. The Everyman has taken damage, but he’s not QUITE out yet, and springs back up to his feet after a few seconds. He rushes Ness with a clothesline. Ness ducks under and grabs Everyman’s head from behind, pulls it down, and with a snap, hits the Sheer FiNESS. He pins.
1, 2, 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Your winner by pin fall, Daniel Ness!
Ness enjoys his win on his way to the back as we go to commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:35:41 GMT -5
Segment: New Task (Credit: Tornado)
We open to an image of Tornado in the back of what appears to be a limousine. He is wearing a black double-breasted suit which sits on top of a bright white shirt, open at the collar; to accompany this he is also wearing mirror-shine shoes, clearly Italian, and sporting a black Fedora hat which is tilted slightly to one side. To his right sits Giorzo Panziati who wears a black pin-stripe suit, baby blue shirt with a black tie. His hair is slicked back in the same way as when Tornado first met him. Panziati also sports a small goatee beard which somehow manages to add a touch of sophistication to his appearance.
In his left hand Tornado holds a glass of single malt whiskey, on the rocks; in his right he holds the bottle from which he is pouring Panziati a drink. Panziati nods graciously as Tornado screws the lid back onto the bottle and places it in the fridge.
Panziati: Right, now for why we are here.
Tornado leans slightly forward, showing his interest in and respect for what Giorzo Panziati is saying to him.
Panziati: It is quite simple, we employ a successful tag team on your Fallout show…I presume you know who I mean?
Tornado nods, confirming that indeed he does.
Panziati: Well frankly, we are unhappy with the way this team is currently being handled. We feel that they should be receiving opportunities to achieve tag team gold and they just aren’t getting the shots they deserve.
Tornado: So what do you want me to do? Put the frighteners on the right people?
Panziati: In a nutshell, we want you to take a managerial role for this tag team. Use your erm…persuasive techniques to ensure they get what they deserve!
Tornado: No problem, anything for the family.
At this point the limousine comes to a halt and Tornado climbs out. The car speeds off as he shuts the door behind him, leaving him to enter the Fallout Arena.
Fade Out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:35:57 GMT -5
Match #3: Stan H. Johnston vs. Evan Dixon: Stan H. Johnston Return Match (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, former SSW wrestler, and current Fallout member, Evan Dixon is seen pacing in the ring.
R.J. Fisher: As we come back to Fallout, the fastest hour on television, we have a long awaited match here...
Dean Bardo: The Fallout Openweight title match?
Fisher: No! As Biff said, that's next week! Nevertheless, Dean, I think that you can agree that the return of Stan H. Johnston is something we both have been looking forward to, you did train with him after all. Johnston has been missing since the brutal Philly High Rise BBQ match, which he won. Now...wait, that's Sunrise, and here we goooo!
Sure enough, Sunrise plays, as Stan Johnston makes his way down to the ring through the crowd, using his bullrope to knock aside a few of the more obtrusive fans.
Iris: Hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, Stan H. Johnstooooooooooooonnnnn!
Stan reaches the ring, and raises a longhorn sign to the crowd, yelling in his deep Texan voice. Before Johnston can turn fully around, though, Evan Dixon jumps him from behind, knocking him back over the ropes. Johnston flips awkwardly over the ropes, but lands on his feet on the outside.
Bardo: Stan doesn’t look too happy about that…
Sure enough, Johnston rolls back into the ring, immediately striking Dixon in the face with an open hand. Dixon reels back, and returns with an overhand punch. Johnston is not phased by his opponent, taking him down with a quick scoop slam. Dixon rolls to his feet, and attempts a slam of his own, but is unable to lift his larger opponent, who sends him back to the mat with a clubbing blow. Johnston lifts Dixon up, hammer throwing him into the opposite ropes, ducking under his returning opponent, catching him with a powerslam on the next rebound. Johnston does not go for a pin, instead dropping three quick elbows across Dixon’s throat.
Bardo: So far, this has been quite the one sided match.
Dixon slowly gets back to his feet, and as Johnston closes in, he catches him with a quick eye rake. An angry Johnston swings blindly with a wild Lariat, but misses by a wide margin, allowing Dixon to get behind him, and hit a slow backdrop suplex, going for a quick cover…
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…2
…Johnston easily kicks out! Dixon runs off the ropes, and tries to take his opponent down with a lariat, but only bounces off, falling down. Johnston shakes his head, and this time, pats his own right arm, holding it up in the air, as he tugs on his oversized elbow pad.
Fisher: He’s setting up for his own Western Lariat, the real Lariat!
Sure enough, as Dixon stumbles back to his feet, Johnston charges in with full momentum, wildly swinging his right arm into a Western Lariat, the *smack* of the impact resounding throughout the JPH Fallout Gymnasium. Johnston covers for the pin…
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…3!
Iris: Your winner, Staaaaaan H. Jooooohnnnnstoooooonnn!
Bardo: No surprise there, Fisher. Johnston just plowed over another opponent, and one has to wonder if anyone can withstand his deadly Lariat.
Fisher: Well, I really don’t know about that! One thing’s for sure, if Johnston keeps up at this pace, he’ll be headed for great things here on Fallout!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:36:13 GMT -5
Segment: Zomg New Guy (Credit: Devil’s Knight)
As the commercial break concludes, Fallout comes back on the air. A promo is shown on the tron.
A long, dark and dusty corridor is shown. Doors on either side stretching the entire length of the room. Cobwebs in the corners, and old black and white photographs on the walls. The camera starts to move slowly down the corridor, each step produces a booming echo and a sinister creak from the bare floorboards. A low-toned voice is heard.
Unknown Voice: Do you remember your childhood? You remember going down to the park? Playing with friends? Great times right? Not for me. I've been trapped in here since I was 9 years old. I've never had any friends to play with, no park to go to. But you see, thats all about to change.
The camera stops. Turns to the right and faces a door identical to the rest. The door slowly opens with a piercing screech. Darkness is all that can be seen in the room behind the door. The voice continues.
Unknown Voice: Now, it's my playtime.
The voice cackles an evil laugh. A red eye can be seen appearing from the darkness, getting closer and closer to the camera. A figure then pounces out of the room and the screen flashes black and red accompanied by the sound of ripping flesh. On the screen appears the following...
"DevilsKnight
Coming Soon"
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:36:33 GMT -5
Match #4: Senator vs Scott Andrews (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing for Denver, Colorado… He’s representing the Senatorial Stable, please welcome “The Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews!
he lights go out and a red tint fills over the entire arena. “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” plays across the Fallout audio system, and Scott Andrews walks out to a chorus of boos. He walks onto the entrance ramp with a huge grin on his face and wipes his chin with his thumb a couple of times. He continues walking just past the main part of the ramp with a confident smile before performing a 'gun' taunt, which he 'waves' at the audience, or if his opponent is already in the ring, he 'shoots' them. He keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks into the audience. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his jacket and waiting for his opponent, a legend in his own time.
Iris: And next… From Washington D.C., Also representing the Senatorial Stable, please welcome “The Senator’ Steve Phillips!
“Hail to the Chief” hits and The Senator steps into the enterance-way. He does a Nixon style Victory pose, and the crowd eats up every single second of it. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance. He calmly walks to the ring with the crowd hanging on his very move,. He shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before taking his corner.
Senator seems ready to get started, but Scott walks over to the opposite side of the ring and reaches for a microphone. Scott Andrews’ fans know he likes to ‘shoot’ so they take it as no surprise when he breaks character to speak to Senator.
Scott: Senator. What can I say? An ACW icon, a man of skill, and a man of honor. We never talk much in the back, but let me tell you, man; you have been an unofficial mentor to me. To see you go through what you’ve been through in your career and still come back and keep going, that’s a big inspiration. It is an honor to face you tonight, Senator. Let’s make this a match the fans will never forget.
The crowd cheer at the unexpected comments that come from the heart of a usually cold blooded individual. But kayfabe can be put aside in such a momentous occasion as Senators retirement tour continues.
The Bell Rings
These two men are colleagues, but they are not about to go easy on one another. The match starts off with Senator on the offensive with a series of boxing style punches that catch the Scarlet Assassin completely off guard. The crowd falls fully behind the Senator when they see him move with such speed and finesse. He follows this up with even more striking knee combos to Scott’s ribs and head. Following the last knee to Scott’s gut, he snapmares him and follows off with a brutal football-style kick to the back of his head. Scott’s lucky that his head doesn’t fly clear off his shoulders, and is literally seeing stars as Senator makes the cover for the 1…..2…., but Scott kicks out before it’s too late. When people think of Senator, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t his ability as a striker, but it’s a deadly part of his character that one shouldn’t forget. Senator is quick to follow up his moves with another attack on Scott’s ribs, this time in form of a simple stomach breaker.
Calling it a stomach breaker is a little misleading, since Senator made sure that his knee went squarely onto the side of Scott’s ribs. Senator “helps” Scott to his feet, but then he’s met with a quick thumb to the eye that is followed up by a quick chin breaker. Scott makes the pin for the 1….2…, but Senator easily gets his shoulder up before it’s too late. Senator gets to his feet, only to be whipped into the ropes. After he rebounds, he goes for his brutal Washington Lariat, but Scott ducks at the last second. Scott turns and quickly goes for The Head Shot, but Senator is quick to duck it as well. Senator then follows up with a series of blistering knife edge chops that, for once in history, doesn’t elicit a “WOOOOO” from the crowd…instead it’s mostly the “Oooohs” from a crowd that pities the welts that will undoubtedly show up on Scott’s chest in the morning.
To his credit, Scott sucks up the punishment and returns with punches of his own. The two trade chops and punches until the crowds excitement hits new heights. Scott finally has enough of trading blows and goes for a Northern Lights suplex, it’s bridged into the pin and the referee counts for the 1….2……., but Senator, ever the wily veteran, gets his foot on the ropes before the count of 3. Scott quickly turns himself around and attempts to lock on a deadly triangle choke hold. Senator is most unwilling to be put in this hold, and he struggles valiantly to get loose, but finally Scott is able to cinch it in. Senator immediately bridges it into the pin, for the 1……..2….., but Scott releases the hold before it’s too late. Scott, still in control of the match, picks Senator up and Irish Whips him right into what he hoped would be a sterling spinning wheel kick. Senator knocks the move right out of the air, and as Scott struggles back to his feet, he is knocked silly by a brutal Partisan Kick to the side of the head. With the Scarlet Assassin down, Senator takes this chance to lock in the dreaded Victory Lock II. Scott struggles and just generally writhes in pain while he tries to make his way to the ropes. After a few seconds, he realizes all his struggling is in vain. So, he takes the match to it’s logical conclusion and taps out.
Bell Rings
Iris: Here is your winner by submission… The Senator!
Senator helps Scott to his feet and the two shake hands. The crowd chants for the Senator as the two walk to the back. It’s a lukewarm victory for some Senator fans, as they realize this may be one of the last chances they get to see him perform.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:36:52 GMT -5
Segment: A Little Agreement (Credit: Tornado)
Biff is in his office filling in paperwork; boring stuff really, probably complex contracts and lengthy legal documents from former workers who are attempting to sue him. He is distracted by a loud knock at the door; it’s strange how a knock can tell you so much about someone – this one says “I’ve got other things to be doing so you better let me in now”. Biff complies, setting his pen down and calling out a single word, one said in such a way that shows he knows he is a powerful man.
Biff: Enter!
The door opens and a mystified look paints itself on Biff’s face. The man who walks through the door is none other than ACW Superstar, Tornado; he is donning a sharp black double-breasted suit which sits on top of a bright white shirt, open at the collar. To finish the look Tornado is wearing mirror-shine shoes, clearly Italian, and sporting a black Fedora hat which is tilted slightly to one side. The perplexed look on Biff’s face only grows even more exaggerated when he sees the men who follow Tornado into the room; Tony ‘The Rod’ and Eddie ‘The Wire’.
With his jaw practically scraping the floor Biff gestures to the chair opposite him which Tornado graciously accepts, Tony and Eddie stand on his flanks; it is obvious that they are here to talk business. Biff offers them all a glass of Single Malt Whiskey, the finest, but they each decline. Tornado gestures that he wants Biff to sit down in order for them to discuss what Tornado come here to discuss, Biff conforms.
Tornado: Right, let’s cut to the chase, we’re both busy men so let’s cut the crap. As of now I possess a certain…erm…authority over the two fine athletes you see before you. The plan is for me to act on a managerial basis to ensure that this team are allowed to reach their full potential. However, this requires certain…favours on your behalf.
Biff: Such as?
Tornado: Well, naturally, you cannot expect this team to continue to operate under your control. It just would not be practical. For now this is the only factor we need to discuss, the others will be sorted at a later date.
Biff: So you expect me to simply allow you to remove these guys from my team so they can go off chasing titles?
Tornado nods, his expression is warm but his cold stare shows that he means business.
Biff: And if I say no?
Tornado: Well I’m sure it won’t come to that. I’m sure you are aware of our collective associates and as we well know; you’re a reasonable man, right?
There is a hint of aggression in Tornado’s tone as he says ‘right?’ and Eddie ‘The Wire’s’ icy-cold stare does little to ease any tension. However, it is clear that these three men would simply like to settle this with as little animosity as possible. Luckily for them Biff is in a generous mood, either that or he’s a little scared.
Biff: That seems a fair enough proposition, I have no problems with that.
Biff rises as he and Tornado share a handshake. He also shakes Tony and Eddie’s hands in turn before Tornado and The Goodfellas make their exit.
Commercial Break
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 3, 2006 18:37:16 GMT -5
Match #5: Skurai and Gary vs Pilko and Demolisher (Credit: DD)
Iris: The following match is a tag team contest, and is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, weighing at a combined weight of 515 lbs...’Demolisher’ Hugh Daniels and Sgt. Pilko!
”Janie’s Got a Gun” hits and the fans boo loudly for the two CC members. They walk down the ring, similar in size, with this site a recognisance of the same partnership last year, under the late Jack McCarty. The two enter the ring, ignoring the boos and jeers that they collect on their way down, and begin to warm up, ready for this main event match.
Iris: And weighing at a combined weight of 435 lbs...Gary, and the Fallout Openweight Champion, Skurai!!!
The arena’s roof is blown off as “New Noise” by Refused hits, and the champion makes his entrance, along with Gary, one of the most popular faces on the roster. The two generate a large amount of noise from the fans, as the two look at each other, smirk, and run into the ring where they approach a hostile welcome from their opponents.
Bell rings.
There’s pandemonium. Everyone runs into the centre at once and the fans go nuts. Pilko takes Gary into a corner and clubs him a few times in the ribs, but the Fallout Openweight champ Skurai is having much more luck against Daniels, throwing him at the ropes and hitting a back body drop. Pilko turns and chases Skurai, but Skurai throws Pilko to the outside, along with himself. This leaves Daniels and Gary to fight alone, and the fans are genuinely surprised as Gary is getting the upper hand on his opponent, hitting Daniels repeatedly in the side of the head with open hand punches, and refusing to allow the former McCarty apprentice a shot in. Gary tries a whip and actually succeeds in it hitting. He tries a big boot though, and Daniels merely catches the leg, swings Gary 180 degrees around and hits a huge German Suplex. The fans begin to boo quickly, as Daniels gets to his feet. He picks Gary up and signals to swiftly end the match. He lifts Gary up for a Running Northern Lights Bomb, hitting it with full effect. He calmly rolls Gary up for the pin:
1... ... ... 2... ... ... ...But Skurai somehow manages to interfere, pulling Daniels off of the body!
The fans cheer loudly as Skurai leaps to his corner, and manages to swiftly stretch out, making the blond tag to Gary. The fans cheer as he enters the ring, and blocks a right hook from Daniels. He then whips Daniels at the ropes, before taking him down with a Drop Toe Hold. He locks in the Lion Tamer, and Daniels is screaming in pain, trying to get to the ropes. When it appears that he won’t make it, he raises his hand, ready to tap, when Pilko enters the ring. He clubs Skurai in the back of the head, forcing him to break the submission hold. The ref is quick to interfere, forcing Pilko into his corner, as Gary sluggishly rolls out of the ring. Pilko smirks as he watches Skurai and Daniels get to their feet. Daniels leaps forwards, tagging in the former British Army Sergeant, Pilko, who steps over the ropes, pointing a stern finger at Skurai. He grabs Skurai by the neck, forcing him up into the air. But Skurai has other plans, and kicks Pilko in the mouth, forcing him to drop the champion. Skurai rolls out the way before jumping to his feet. He then hits a snap DDT, before lifting Pilko back to his feet. He clubs the big Geordie in the back once, before trying to hit a vertical Suplex. And being bigger than Pilko, Skurai exceeds in doing so, and the fans go nuts as he completes the move.
He appears extremely tired out as he looks over at his corner, but sees nobody there. Pilko is getting back to his feet slowly, and charges at Skurai from nowhere. But Skurai dodges, and Pilko spears the referee in two almost. Skurai then lifts Pilko up and hits an STO. To keep the fans in jubilation, Skurai takes down a charging Daniels, lifting him to the top rope. He hooks both arms, and hits the 500 Channels! Skurai then tags in Gary, and Gary climbs the top rope. He looks at both opponents who are laid out near each other, leaping forward and hitting the 450 Splash onto both of them! He makes the cover!
... ... ... ... ... And instead, a chorus of boos are heard. Suddenly, Sylvain ‘Payday’ Mint appears in a green suit! He grabs Skurai and kicks him in the balls, before delivering a Magnum Driver. He then enters the ring, lifting Gary up and repeating the treatment! He then exits the ring swiftly, as the referee awakes from his slumber. Daniels sees Gary laid out, draping an arm over him as the ref makes the cover:
1... ... ... 2... ... ... 3!!!
Iris: Here are your winners, ‘Demolisher’ Hugh Daniels and Sgt. Pilko, the Corporate Club!
The fans jeer loudly as “Janie’s got a gun” hits the sound system, and Daniels claims the victory. But once again the Corporate Club have a win, because of the workings of their latest member, Sylvain ‘Payday’ Mint. The only question that remains, is despite the CC dominating the front pages, they fail to hold the Fallout Openweight Championship...
Fade Out.
End Show.
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Post by scrawn on Jun 3, 2006 18:41:22 GMT -5
Great show peeps.
One day...one day I will be able to write fully for Fallout. I can see it in the distance...XD
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Post by hitman on Jun 3, 2006 18:58:36 GMT -5
Good job Yokoberg.
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Post by Fallen Souls on Jun 3, 2006 19:01:56 GMT -5
Sweet..Yoko kept the huge JOO ;D Good show
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Post by hunter on Jun 4, 2006 6:43:48 GMT -5
Great show, as always...but where in the hell was the title match? o.O
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