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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:29:58 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 Fallout Television Title Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. The Mighty Masked Mercury ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #2 Mark "the Axe" Miller Return Match Mark "The Axe" Miller vs. "Party Animal" Jeremy Wylde ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #3 ?? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #4 Stan H. Johnston vs. D-Man Daunte Thomas ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #5 Senatorial Retirement Tour "The Capitalist" Anthony Kalb & Senator Steve Phillips vs. Santiago Rivera & "The Sicilian Shooter" Jonny Hughes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oh snap son, it’s Fallout, the fastest hour on television!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:30:35 GMT -5
Segment: A Quick Announcement (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: Hello, this is R.J. Fisher, that’s Dean Bardo seated next to me, and this is Saturday Night Fallout, the fastest hour on television! We have, as always, an incredible card lined up here, with a Senatorial Stable re-uniting here of sorts, with Senator Steve Phillips teaming up with former Stable member Anthony Kalb on one of the last matches here in his retirement tour! We have a meeting of two powerhouses, with D-Man Daunte Thomas facing off against the master of the Lariat, Stan H. Johnston! We have the return of Mark “the Axe” Miller for the first time on Fallout, since his horrid fall in the Philly High Rise BBQ match! Daniel Ness faces off against a promising freelancer, Nick Valentino! And next up, we have DNA defending his Fallout TV Title against the debuting Mighty Masked Mercury!
Dean Bardo: In all your excitement, Fisher, you forgot that Skurai is supposed to show up, about now, to make an announcement about his title.
Fisher: Yes! The NEW Fallout Openweight Champion, Skurai is scheduled to show up here and make a statement about his first defense of the belt!
Suddenly, Loser plays, as Gary runs wildly to the ring, with an envelope!
Gary: Whew! Skurai is not in the building!
Fisher: What? The fans want to see our champion!
Sure enough, the crowd boos loudly, which somewhat startles Gary.
Gary: What’d I say? Oh, yeah…Skurai’s not gonna be here this week, or next week!
Crowd: Booooo!
Gary: But...he’ll make it here in two weeks to defend his title against none other than…
Bardo: Go on, go on…
Fisher: Who could it possibly be?
Gary: Oops…I forgot!
Crowd: Booooo!
Iris Yoon walks up to Gary, and whispers in his ear.
Gary: Are you sure it’s on that card? Oh, yeah, it is! Skurai said to say that he’s not in the Fallout Gym this week or next, but he’ll be here after that to defend against...
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PAT MC GROIN!!
Crowd: Booooo!
Gary: No, just kidding! He’ll defend against…the returning Ben Drinkin!
The audience finally cheers as the show goes to break.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:31:13 GMT -5
Segment: Invasion of A Sacred Place. (Credit:FSX)
Everyone makes mistakes with there lives. Whether it be a lone man in the audience who never calls his mother, or the man sitting next to him who recently had sex with his friend's mother...everyone does things they regret. The pain of regretting these things is that once they are done, they are never let go. Humanity isn't forgiving. Life isn't forgiving.
No one realizes this more then one Fallen Souls, who has recently done something that could be considered a crime. A travesty. An injustice. Was it the fact that he injured a man that apparently did nothing to instigate it, and was just his way of sending a message? Was it that fact he had belittled a promotion's obvious talents? Or that he belittled the Nation which supplied these talents? No, none of these things is what he regrets...the only thing he was regretting was getting on the bad side of ACW's Chairman. Ever since it was discovered by the Chairman that a man he had a personal interest in making into the star of tomorrow did something to damage his own reputation, he has been on a mission to make his life a living hell. The only reason he hasn't already fired the man is his desire to watch him suffer...but he rarely has been given the opportunity as of late. Recently, despite being backstage at a few events, he has refused to show his face on camera..aside from the obligatory match that was booked before the incident. He refuses to bring a greater attention to himself, because he is all too aware that Ginger is awaiting the moment of him snapping. Losing all sanity. Will that time come soon though? We will have to wait and see... The real question that may come to your minds now is why must be see this at a Fallout show? Because Biff wants to gain from the situation that has been presented..and he has invited all parties here tonight.
If it had not been announced earlier on, many probably would still be screaming there own thoughts out as Fallen Souls was seen walking through the back. He didn't show much emotion, and wasn't really dressed to be working that night, but he did have a certain flare in his eyes that was bound to keep things interesting. To him, this was seen as a neutral playground... and knowing Ginger himself would be making an appearance here only brought a smirk to his face. He didn't have to hold back here. He couldn't be fired for attacking 'the boss' here. He was free... But that in no way meant that the scare ACW fans in the crowd wouldn't speak there opinion of him. He's become a certain Anti-Christ of sports entertainment with his recent refusal to appear in the big leagues, and they don't really care to see him here. At least we all gain something from the situation; Big Time Entertainment.
Approaching the office of Biff Taylor, the look on his face told the entire story...which has been quickly outlined already. He may of been curious as to why his presence was needed, but he was glad it was needed for something. Giving the door a lone knock, A cheerful voice suggested his entry, to which he gladly complied, being welcomed by the ecstatic Biff himself. The room appeared bare of the Corporate Club this evening, though at least one member was expected to arrive considering Ginger was here to select the final member of Team ACW.
Biff: Fallen! Your here on time? That's great! I really couldn't be happier to see you!
FSX: Oh, believe me..the pleasure is all mine. Now, if we could get down to business...
Biff: No, no! We have plenty of time for that, and besides, Ginger has yet to 'bless' us with his presence.
FSX: Fair enough...
Fallen moved across the room, his eyes gazing at the cheesy paraphernalia which littered itself across the room...huh...did you know Biff was A huge CIMA fan? er...Anyway, he smiled at the man with the power for a moment, before taking a seat across from him. Biff's expression spoke for itself at this point, as the grin on his face looked nearly inconceivable.
FSX: So...I can't help but be curious, why did you invite me here tonight?
Biff: Why, to make sure you came of course!
Fallen smirks for a moment, assuming this was a joke, but the look on Biff's face said differently.
FSX: Why did I have to show up here again..?
Biff: I'll be honest with you... I need your help.
Fallen's interest on the actual reason for his arrival here tonight has finally been sparked... How could he assist in the defamation of Ginger? What sinister plot could he help Biff achieve? HE WOULD DO ANYTHING!
FSX: Alright then, what do you need help with?
Biff: I need you to help me choose Fallout's entrant on Team ACW.
...Except that.
FSX: Well, you know I'd love to be of an assistance here Biff...I really would, but I kind of wanted that last spot on that Team...safety purposes and all.
Biff: I understand you don't want to be in this match alone..
FSX: Your damn straight I don't!
Biff: But think about it, you want to be on a Team led by Ginger? Or one led by yourself?
FSX: I suppose you have a point..sort of.
A small smirk crosses Biff's lips, before he continues.
Biff: I know it will help Fallout that one of it's stars is allowed to shine on the grandest stage in professional wrestling... and I'm sure that you can help, having trained half of them.
This part of Biff's elaborate plot did hold a bit of truth to it. During his time away from the ACW ring, he spent alot of time working with the youngsters backstage on Fallout. Training with the likes of 'Textbook' Tim Dwight and The Senator has really done wonders for his in-ring capabilities..let alone give ACW talent a look into another style. Too busy thinking of his own ego, Fallen hardly noticed that Biff was standing now and making his way to a small dresser. Opening it, he pulled out a small piece of paper and made his way back to his desk.
FSX: I suppose I can be of some assistance, after all, these guys are bound to have loyalty to me..right?
Biff: I'd assume they would, and I know you want to make this match entertaining..right?
FSX: (A small smirk now is plastered on his face) Right..entertaining. What's that you have there?
Biff: List of the people I want you to check out.
Biff gives the piece of paper to FSX, Nodding a bit to himself and gesturing to himself.
Biff: And now you have work to do...
FSX: Not coming along, Biff?
Biff: No...I have other things to deal with.
FSX: Fair enough then...I'll be back before the night is over... If just to see Ginger's expression.
He laughs a bit to himself before standing up and making his way to the door, clutching the piece of paper in his hand. Before making his exit from the room though, he turns back to Biff once more, with a devilish expression on his face.
FSX: You will have...that list ready for me later on, right?
Biff: But of course...
FSX: Excellent...
With that, Fallen makes his way out of the office and closes the door behind him, the camera panning on to Biff laughing to himself a bit, knowing that a plan that could install him with a better standing in the company was coming to life. Would they succeed though? Will Fallen choose a great wrestler, or someone like Tracy Finn? Is Ginger going to show? Will we see Julio Rivera Tonight? Find out all this and more tonight...as FALLOUT COMES AT YA NINJA SPEED!
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:31:41 GMT -5
Segment: Frosty (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Biff: So, let me make this straight, Miss...?
Adrienne: It's Frost, you half-wit. Frost! I have told you thrice now!
Unfortunately, it's hard to remember small details when one of the most gorgeous women in the world is sitting across from you in a tight laced up corset.
Biff: Er, right, Miss Frost. You want a contract to ACW's Fallout Roster?
Adrienne: No, I do not want a contract to your roster. I'm merely sitting in this disgusting moldy chair to admire the scenery of your putrid, grotesque body.
Biff blinks twice, the universal language for "Are you for real?"
Biff: Pardon me, Miss Frost. Do you have any prior experience to professional wrestling?
Adrienne responds while checking her face for blemishes in her compact.
Adrienne: No, I do not. How hard can it be? I can punch, kick, and pin someone. It's not exactly rocket science.
Before he can stop himself, Biff rolls his eyes. Unfortunately, Adrienne catches the offensive gesture.
Adrienne: Did you just roll your eyes at me?
Biff: ..Uh...n-no, M-miss Frost--
Showing surprising strenght, Adrienne reaches across Biff's desks and grabs his tie, almost lifting him in the air. She pulls a clenched fist back. Biff counts three rings.
Adrienne: Let's get one thing straight here, "Biff." You are going to employ me, and you are going to do it now. And if for some reason you refuse, you'll be breathing through a straw for the rest of your natural life.
Biff: Y-yes, Miss Fr-frost!
Adrienne tosses him back to his swivel chair. She gathers up her Louis Vuitton purse, making for the door.
Adrienne: Oh, and Biff, darling?
Biff: Yes?
Adrienne: I expect dental plans, stock options, and of course health insurance. It's the least you can do after the vulgar way I was just treated.
Biff: Of course, Miss Frost.
Adrienne: Good day.
Without another word, Fallout's newest star glides out of Biff's office, smirking.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:32:02 GMT -5
Match #1: Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. The Mighty Masked Mercury: Fallout Television Title (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, DNA is seen in the ring, microphone in hand.
Iris: Announcing first, in the ring, hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina, the Fallout Television Champion, Dangerous Nicholas Aaaaaaalllllgerrrrrrrrr!
DNA: Ok, I ask Biff for a challenge, and what happens? Some chump in a mask comes out here, issues a freakin' challenge, and now, I have to face him? What a load of crap! I want a real opponent! I wanna face someone who'll give me an actual match! I wanna...
The lights go out for a few seconds, and when they re-appear, Nicholas Alger receives a tap on the shoulder from his opponent...and a right hand to the face, sending him out of the ring!
Dean Bardo: Well, I suppose that if nothing else, "Mercury" has a way of making an entrance...and a strong right hand.
R.J. Fisher: You're not kidding there, that just knocked the Television champion right out of the ring!
The shoot style expert of Fallout is not out of the ring for long, going back in after kicking the guardrail in anger. Alger lights into his masked opponent with a quick series of low kicks, sending him to the mat, and rolling out of the ring. DNA's not slow in following, taking Mercury by the winged mask, throwing him into the steel ringpost. The Masked Mercury rolls back into the ring, with Alger right behind. Mercury manages to stagger DNA with a punch to the midsection, and slaps on a side headlock. Alger attempts to escape the basic submission by backing into the ropes and pushing off, but is thwarted as Mercury holds on, running forward with the momentum to hit a bulldog. The mysterious masked competitor tries to lock in a basic keylock, this time, though, Alger counters by rolling forward, getting to his feet. DNA charges at Mercury with a dashing straight, which is blocked away by his smaller opponent, who then hits a coconut crush facebuster to the knee.
Fisher: Mercury might look a bit goofy, but he's certainly no slouch here in his debut match!
Bardo: Fisher, there's something familiar about Mercury, his ring style reminds me of someone I've seen around here before...
Fisher: Are you insinuating that the Mighty Masked Mercury has already competed here on Fallout?
Bardo: That's about it.
In the ring, Mercury continues with his control in the match, hammer throwing his opponent into the ropes, rebounding off the opposite ropes, and hitting a Lightning Leg Lariat, covering immediately for the pin...
...1
...2
...DNA's not going to lose his hard earned belt that easily! Mercury lifts Alger up to his feet, goes for a simple front toe kick to the abdomen, but the TV champion easily catches the attack, rolling into a grounded cross heel hold, the Red Alert!
Fisher: That's it! Nobody escapes from DNA's submission holds!
Mercury fights to escape the hold, but each attempt seems to only get him in a worse situation. Alger cranks on the submission, however, he is unable to obtain a victory, as the Masked Mercury somehow gets enough strength to pull his way, inch by inch, to the ropes. Alger waits for the five count to break, and even then, Cliff Mortimer has to stomp on him to release the hold.
Bardo: "Nobody escapes," Fisher, you're wrong, once again.
Fisher: Well, it's usually true, who could possibly have withstood the pain of that move long enough to reach the ropes?
Mercury tries to get back to his feet, stumbling. DNA is only too pleased to send his opponent back down to the mat, kicking him in the hamstring. Alger lifts Mercury back up again...and gets hit with a desperation sitdown facebuster out of nowhere! Mercury is in no shape to go for the pin immediately, and the ten count starts...
...1
...2
...3
...4
The Masked Mercury shows signs of action, slowly making his way up to one knee. Alger seems even more out of it, and as Mercury stands up, favoring his left leg, he hobbles over, lifting DNA up to his feet, going for another facebuster...but Alger has long been a master of counter submissions, leaping up with a surprising burst of energy, catching Mercury into the Bermuda Triangle! DNA locks in a perfect triangle choke, which would force a tapout from most opponents, but apparently, Mercury is not the usual opponent, and he stubbornly holds on!
Bardo: Idiot, he can't escape, if you're caught, it's no dishonor to tap, it's the smart thing to do.
Cliff Mortimer checks on the state of Mercury, and seeing no signs of consciousness, he signals for the bell.
Iris: Your winner, and still the Fallout Television champion, Dangerous Nicholas Aaaaallllgerrrrrrr!
DNA keeps the hold locked on after the bell rings, and only at the forceful insistence of the referee does he let go. Alger grabs his belt, quickly leaving the ring, looking as ticked off as he did when the match started as he heads to the back.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:32:21 GMT -5
Segment: Hard Times (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Fade in on a grimy motel. Two slightly familiar faces are heading inside. Not, not Yoko and Sarin of ACW fame. Violet Cyrilla and her band mate Mary Kane.
Mary: I’m starving. Can we eat?
Violet: No.
Mary: That bad? Can’t we spare even a bit of money?
Violet: We sleep, or we eat. Not both.
Mary: I could have sworn we had more left over after our last gig.
Violet: I did, too…
Mary: Couldn’t you call up Turbo? He’s usually rolling in dough.
Violet: Fuck him. Fuck him in the ear. He’ll want “favors” in return for the money. Again.
Mary: I’m so hungry that I don’t think I care, Violet. Hey, what about that wrestling show?
Violet: I stopped contacting them.
Mary: Why?! They paid you big, just for that one night!
Violet: It was weird.
Mary: I think you should go there again. We need it.
Violet: I don’t know…
Mary: It’s that, or a night with Turbo.
Violet: You make a good point. I think I’ll get in touch with them tomorrow.
Mary: Good! Maybe we’ll eat.
Fade Out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:32:51 GMT -5
Segment: Enter The Dragon...er..Dojo. (Credit: FSX)
It's inspection time ladies and gentlemen, and you knew it was coming so don't go about crying to your mommies now!...Anyway, It appears that Fallen Souls has finally managed to reach the location he was designated too by Biff earlier on in the night. Fallen seemed awful hesitant of entering the training facility though, and few could speculate why. It seemed obvious that he wished to avoid this place as if it were the plague, even though he had recently assisted in the training of the individuals here. Was there some sort of bad vibe coming from the room? Had he done something to be ashamed of here as well? Possibly.. No one could put it past him, especially after what had been done to poor Superstar..whoever that was, and why it was done we don't know, but we do know it was awful.
Returning to reality a few moments later, Fallen takes in a deep breath and opens the door, only to move out of the way immediately. There's a look of shock on his face for a moment, before he simply smirks and shakes his head a bit. The camera pans to see that Franci$e had just been tossed from the dojo once again, as it always seems to happen on Fallen's arrival. He might be unconscious, but no one cared to inspect his health, as if he died no one would find all that much grief. Who tossed him out today? It appeared as if it was the 'Party Animal' Jeremy Wylde, possibly just training for his match later on tonight, or just living the dream of causing Franci$e pain.
Wylde: That's what you get, bitch!
FSX: What did he do?
Wylde: Uhh...hmm...I don't know...
Fallen laughed for a moment and walked into the dojo, passing a confused Wylde in the process. He would soon learn that it's basic instinct to want to hurt the young 'gangster', and it was all apart of becoming a member of the Fallout family. As it turned out, alot of the Fallout family had managed to gather in the Dojo this evening. With many of them unbooked for the night, they appeared to be here for one reason and one reason only..to capture the final spot on Team ACW. Some of these face he had seen before, some of these he had trained in the past, and others he was having the first pleasure of meeting..but every single one of them appeared confident in there ability, and that this could be there only chance to break out. Fallen seemed to feel a certain sympathy for these individuals, as he himself had stood in the same position a years ago. He smiled a bit, seeing they all had great intent to prove them self if they had too, and were prepared to spar with whomever they needed, but as he walked by them all he paused for a moment, as if something was missing.
FSX: Hey..where's Dwight?
Everyman: He's in the back still.
Jason: Heh...yeah...heh heh...heh
Mauler: You want me to go and get him..?
FSX: No..I'll go and see him myself. Oh, but before I go... If all of you could just pair off and begin to spar, that would be great. I want to see which of you can show the most impressive victory, and really utilize your talents. Whoever impresses me the most will get chosen, but you won't be chosen necessarily if you win remember..it's all about ability, not victory.
Everyone: Yeah.
Jason: Heh heh...
Fallen stares at Jason Daniels for a moment, unsure what exactly to think of the man, before simply making his way toward the back of the dojo. It wasn't like Dwight to skip out on a meeting, especially if he knew someone was coming, but perhaps he'd been watching Warfare recently... and saw just what happened to Superstar. But what real difference would that make, you'd think? What does Dwight have to do with any of this? It appears we will just have to find out...right now. Fallen knocks at the door and waits for a moment. There doesn't really appear to be anyone in that room, as no one is rushing to answer him..as they should. Is Dwight so furious with the X? Maybe he was...it couldn't be put past him. After a few moments, and the sound of another wrestler screaming in agony, Fallen simply opens the door and makes his way into the room. Upon entering, he sees Dwight watching a certain 'video' that was recentely taken from Fallen...
Dwight: So, you've finally shown up I see...
FSX: Well, we did have to talk about this eventually.
Dwight: I guess so.
He turned off the video and stood up, turning to Fallen for a moment before walking back to his desk.
Dwight: Every individual out there is perfect for Team ACW
FSX: Tim I--
Dwight: You may want to look into some of the under-appreciated stars of Fallout for this one... maybe Daniel Ness, or Johnston.
FSX: It was all an accident and--
Dwight: Julio Rivera could work though, he needs to do some singles--
FSX: Will you listen to me!?!? God damnit...I didn't know it was him when I did the match. I didn't know they'd replaced him.
Dwight: That's no excuse. Even if he was just a regular wrestler you shouldn't of done it, despite the circumstances...let alone your own brother.
FSX: Shut up...
Dwight: All he ever wanted was to grow up in your footsteps.
FSX: Shut up......
Dwight: Did you break his neck?
FSX: SHUT THE FUCK UP!... ...I'm sorry. I realize it was a mistake, and I fucking regret it....just..don't mention it, will you?
Dwight: I suppose this is more your battle then mine the...Fair enough. Shall we get down to business.
Fallen appears to be more broken up then he's ever been seen before, covering his face with a hand trying to get a hold of himself. Dwight shakes his head for a moment before walking over top him and watching the Fallout stars fight one another.
Dwight: Let's get this over with..alright?
FSX: Yeah...ok...
The both of them exit the office, much to the general confusion of the cameraman who didn't appear ready for the sudden move of scene. Returning to the dojo, not many of Fallout's talent remained standing, as it appeared just Julio Rivera and Daniel Ness remained competing for that final position on Team ACW.
FSX: Who do you think will take this?
Dwight: Ness, hands down.
Fallen seems to have recollected himself, but the camera pays him little attention with all the action going on. Ness seems to have a general advantage over Rivera, nailing times kicks and suplexs which are only increasing the Latin mans fury. Daniel smirks a bit, all but ready to finish off Rivera with the fiNESS before a burst of speed, and surprising power, sees Rivera kip up into a hurricanrana, Ness's head smacking the mat quite hard. Despite popping right back up again, Ness staggers back down to his knees, shaking his head as if to signify he couldn't continue on with this and fight a match later on in the night.
FSX: So...Ness hands down, eh?
Dwight looks a bit ticked, before smiling to Fallen and giving a slow clap to Julio's surprising victory.
Julio: Joo iz impressed?
FSX: But of course, we never would of expected you would win...
Julio JOO IZ CARZEH! HULIO IZ ZE GREATEST! Right Colossus?
Rhodes: Yup.
Julio: SEE?!?
Fallen winches a bit, showing no joy for the...exotic...accent which Julio spoke, but appreciating his skill enough to deal with it.
FSX: You should be a fine opponent...I've made my choice! Julio Rivera will be the fifth member of Team ACW!
Julio: Iz Hulio...
FSX: What..?
Julio: MY NAME IZ HULIO!
He winches again, sighing to himself. At least he had chosen someone he would surely enjoy beating the hell out of, and he was quite sure that this man would be the perfect addition to Fallout's benefit. Sure, he wasn't about to let him win the match...but he was going to let him take out anyone from the picture, excluding himself, that he saw fit. What would Biff think of this decision? Better yet, what would Ginger? We'll find out all this and more...later on tonight!
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:33:17 GMT -5
Match #2: Mark “The Axe” Miller vs Wylde (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Wild Thing begins to play. Rather than Wylde, Iris comes out, partially dancing to the music as she heads toward the ring.
Iris: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, PA, The Party Animal, Jeremy Wylde!
Wylde now appears and makes his own way out.
Iris: And his opponent, from LA, California, making his return, Mark “The Axe” Miller!
Forever plays as Mark comes out, to a hail of cheers. It’s good to be back, he thinks, as he enters the ring.
Bell Rings
They start off ready to fight this match from the beginning. There’s only a split second of sizing up before they grapple. Wylde acts as if he’s going to try to Irish whip Mark, which throws Mark off his plan. Wylde pulls him back to pull him into a jawbreaker. As he leaps, Mark improvises and fights it to the best of his ability by falling forward…on top of Wylde. He begins to punch him. The referee forces him to get off and Wylde retreats a bit to make sure he’s not bleeding from the punches.
Just the opening Mark wanted. He rushes at Wylde with a leaping enzuiguiri, which Wylde ducks at the last second, possibly by instinct or even luck. As Mark catches his balance, Wylde pulls him down for his trademarked inverted twist of fate, which works very soundly. He follows it with a nice standing shooting star press to finish him off, and covers.
1! . . . . . 2! . . . . . 3!
Wait, no. That was a kick out.
Wylde is frustrated. He thought he had it there, and apparently so did the referee. He kicks Mark in the gut to deal with the stress, and then lifts him up and grapples him. This time, he DOES hit that jawbreaker, sending Mark backwards, taking support on the ropes. Wylde approaches to continue, and gets a swift kick in the stomach. He tries again, same result. With the ropes backing Mark, he’s free to kick Wylde away as much as he needs to while recovering.
Wylde’s had enough of this, and runs against the opposite ropes at full speed, and comes back at Mark a jumping, flipping…thingamajig. Everyone doubts Wylde himself knew what it was. But Mark sidesteps it. Wylde just hits the ropes, upside down, and nearly lands on his neck. As he shakes himself out of it, Mark is climbing the turnbuckle. As Wylde gets up, Mark leaps and hits his top rope diving axe kick. Pin.
1! . . . . . 2! . . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Your winner, by pinfall, Mark “The Axe” Miller!
He celebrates as we fade to commercials.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:33:37 GMT -5
Segment: Hard Idea (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Fade in on a very dirty, grungy room. Violet and Mary are inside of it, trying to sleep on a broken bed.
Mary: Violet, I can’t sleep. I feel like my stomach is digesting itself.
Violet: Go drink some water, it’ll help a bit.
Mary: I tried that. The water is green.
Violet: You’re exaggerating.
Mary: Completely serious.
Violet: Eesh. We can’t live like this. Come on, we’re going to Turbo’s. We can pretend we’re somewhere else for twenty minutes, then leave and get something to eat.
Mary: Not that I’m protesting the idea, but what he tries to hurt me again?
Violet: Then I’m punching him the fuck out and we quit the band.
Mary: I’d prefer to stay in the band. At least we have money SOME of the time.
Violet: Then what do you want us to do, Mary?
Mary: There’s supposed to be some rich bitch model not far from here, tonight.
Violet: And? We go begging for food?
Mary: Nono, I’m thinking bigger. We steal a camera and take candids of her! And sell them to newspapers!
Violet: Well…It’s worth a shot, and it beats Turbo by a mile. I’m going for it.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:33:53 GMT -5
Segment: Maxmillion’s Ranting Once Again… (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, Maxmillion De La Cruz is seen standing in the middle of the ring, with El Rey de la Mascara, and Senor Peligro standing to his left and right.
R.J. Fisher: Welcome back to Fallout, where, apparently, Maxmilion de la Cruz and his Spanish Soldiers have decided to commandeer the ring at this time…
Maxmillion: Hola and welcome, English speakers! I stand here before you a successful man in Mexico, and around the world. You all would think that I would be delighted to be standing here before you with my prized fighters, two men who have received titles, praise, and accolades throughout the globe, wherever they have competed! Yet here, we are oppressed by a power structure that seems to take an unseemly delight in taking us down!
Dean Bardo: For the sake of God, shut up…
Maxmillion: Yes, Fallout Management seems to bear a grudge against the three of us! I asked for a match between Anthony Kalb and that traitorous gringo, Will Anger, vs. my invincible soldiers for this very show. However, Biff Taylor, Tony Givens, Craig Lewis, and Tim Dwight turned me down, saying that I would have to wait, claiming that they had ACW stars coming in, and Kalb was needed for that! I say, they invented that reason as an excuse! They could very well have given Will another partner, they very well could have found a way to put my men on the card if they had wished to have done so…but instead, the management told me, told us, told the people that we would have to wait! That is unacceptable, and that is race-based discrimination! Look at that staff! Is a single member on that staff anything but a white male? No! Have there been any Latino champions around here? No! Fallout may seem inclusive, but it has an unbreakable glass ceiling for those of us who go out there, and I intend to break that, starting next Fallout, where I demand that my warriors face Anger, face Kalb, we will find a way do so, and we shall overcome…by any means necessary.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:34:08 GMT -5
Segment: Pirate! (Credit: The Captain)
The camera centers on a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on a bench in the locker room. The sound of a man deeply singing can be heard
"*mumble*...a pirate's life for me!"
The camera pans out to the man sitting on the bench next to the bottle of whiskey. He grabs it and takes a swig, noticing the camera in the process.
"Oh, hello there! Most of you don't know me, but my name is Jack Morgan, though you can call me The Captain! After wrestling in an independent organization that folded, I set on a journey to find a place to practice my craft. I trained night and day to stay in tip-top shape, awaiting my chance to get back in the ring. Long story short, I was invited to the prominent ACW federation. Now, you lucky viewers are set for a treat, as you'll be witnessing the debut of the future of this sport right here tonight on Fallout! It'll be a jolly good time, mates!"
The camera fades out as The Captain takes another swig and continues singing to himself.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:34:27 GMT -5
Impromptu Match: "The Capitan" Jack Morgan vs. X-TREME KID
Somethings we never see coming...like a visit from the in-laws, or having to wash the car... But the debut of a new Fallout star? NOW THAT WE DIDN'T SEE COMING! Returning from commercial and seeing XTK already in the ring, we can only wait..for our new star.
Iris: and introducing his opponent.....coming to us from Reading, Pennsylvania! He is making his debut on Fallout Television tonight...please give a warm welcome to JACK "THE CAPTAIN" MORGAN!
The crowd is silenced for a moment before "Ratamahatta" by Sepultura hits and a decent amount of cheers are heard for Jack Morgan's entrance. He gives the crowd a decent amount of fanfare, slapping the hands of one or two people before sliding into the ring and quickly going to work on XTK.
Bell Rings.
And we are quickly underway. How quickly? Morgan is already nailing him with repeated roundhouse kicks. Yes, he would be making Chuck Norris proud at this moment, as XTK bounced off the ropes and into a kick..then another..then another..THEN ANOTHER! This went on for a few moments, before The good capitan decided it was time to mix it up a bit, and nailing him with repeated backhand chops, which have people 'WOO'ing into next week. Moments after he feels he's done enough chopping, he simply grabs XTK and drops him with a quick Russian leg sweep. Yes, it was true, this guy was full of talent. He was only here to prove it tonight, not to show it all off though. Proving himself also agile, Jack comes off the ropes with a ROLLING THUNDER~! Reeling in the pain, XTK isn't quick enough to his feet...to prevent the Capitan from dropping him again with a sidewalk slam. THIS ALL WAS GOING TOO FAST FOR EVERYONE'S FAVORITE X-PAC WANNABE TO BARE! Xtreme looks so dazed when he stand up, he's barely even standing, which is probably why the good Capitan had no problem nailing a JUMPING PILEDRIVER! The king would be proud.
The Capitan seems to see this as a good time to wave to the crowd, as if giving them all a tip of the hat. XTK is far too slurred and unbalanced to do any serious offense at the moment, and he loved to take a nice break in the ass kicking he delivered. Pulling out a flask, The Capitan rose it too some appreciative fans and took a swig of what he assumed was whiskey. Laughing a bit to himself when he was finished, he was suddenly nailed from behind with a swift kick between the legs, and dropped his flask. Quickly turned around after this, XTK dropped him with a DDT and quickly covered him.
1.......
2..............................
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Oh, wait, it was just a two count. XTK looks more then just frustrated as he stand up and begins to argue with the ref over a slow count, well this is all happening The Capitan has also returned to his feet..and looks furious over having his drink spilled. Rushing over to XTK, he grabs him and nails a stiff german....only to hold on and bring him back up for a wheelbarrow facebuster! MY GAWD! Twitching on the ground in extreme pain, Jack smirks and rolls him over for the pin
1......
2.........
3!
DING DING DING!
Iris: The winner of this match...JACK "THE CAPITAN" MORGAN!
Everyone in the audience appears to rise to there feet as "Ratamahatta" by Sepultura hits for the second time this evening. The good Capitan waves to the crowd, and we all must look forward to what is the future of this amazing superstar...SOON HE WILL RULE US ALL!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:34:51 GMT -5
Segment: Team ACW...ASSEMBLEEEEE! (Credit: FSX)
Time sure flies when your having fun...or simply watching fallout! Either way, it appears that your night of entertainment was nearing it's end..but at least we were assured it would end with a bang! With the good chairman bound to be in the building, and Biff Taylor's somewhat evil plot coming to it's conclusion, what mystery will be revealed? What choices will have to be made? And who exactly are the four other members of Team ACW? So many questions to be answered, and now is the only time to answer them..so let us begin!
Fading in we see that the end of the night truly has found it's way upon us, as the overlord of ACW, Gingerdude, has finally made his way to the small dank office of Biff Taylor. They appear to be chatting about this and that, Ginger generally showing a disapproval for being at such a small event, and Biff looking ecstatic at this. He knew it was his time to shine, and his time for a promotion..but before that was too happen, Fallen Souls would have to return. Where was he anyway...?
Ginger: This is all well and good, but I'm really on a stretch for time here...where's your guy, Biff?
Biff: Not to worry! Not to worry! I'm sure he'll be here any second...er..but in the mean time, I suppose we could always talk about the weather...
Ginger: The weather sucks
Biff: Or perhaps current events...
Ginger: Current events suck.
Biff: Alright then.. how about your wife?
Ginger: My wife su-- HEY!
Biff laughs, amused with his little ploy, but Ginger doesn't show the same amusement...
Ginger: I don't have to be here you know.
Biff: No worry, I'm sure he'll be arriving just...about..NOW!
Before another word could be spoken, Fallen does indeed make his way into the room, which garners a quick round of applause from Hugh Daniels..who apparently has been in the room the entire time. Everyone stares at him for a moment, before he is disregarded once again and the matter at hand is finally brought to justice! Biff looks over to Fallen with a smile for a moment, but seems uneasy seeing who he's with. Ginger also looks back at the two of them, and can only smile too himself.
FSX: I've found the guy Biff!
Biff: Your kidding...right? You were supposed to pick someone good!
Ginger laughs at this statement, turning away from Fallen and Julio, knowing that this visit may of been just a waste of time. Fallen shows a bit of irritation himself at Biff, and appears about to say something before being interrupted by Julio.
Julio: Wat do joo no about being good? Joo suck! HULIO RIIIIVERAAA iz ze star o' tommaraw!
Ginger: You must be kidding me...
Julio: Wat did joo juz say? JOO MOCKING ME?
Biff: What were you thinking Fallen?
FSX: He won the sparring..
Fallen seems a bit down all the sudden, looking away from everyone in the room. The latin heartthrob which is Julio Rivera exits the room in a fuss, having no desire to deal with anyone that could dare disrespect his talent. There's a few moments of silence, before Ginger stands up as if he was about to leave.
Ginger: There seems to be no reason for me to stay here...
Biff: You have to let a Fallout guy compete though! You promised! PROMISED!
Ginger: Just like you said it would be announced on my show, right?
Biff: Well I....I thought this was more appropriate.
Biff looks down for a moment, dejected at the fact he'd managed to screw up there being a Fallout entrant in this battle royale.
Ginger: However...
Both FSX and Biff: However?....Hey...stop that.
Ginger: (mumbles something quickly, before continuing.) However I have decided that there will be A participant on Team ACW from Fallout fame...
Biff: R...Really?!?
Biff appears to be on a sudden high, knowing that he may just get that promotion he'd been hoping for.
Ginger: Yup, I just signed him to a contract this morning! I thought he'd really improve once he started work in ACW.
Biff: Wait...YOUR STEALING OUR TALENT AGAIN?
Ginger: But of course.
FSX: You really are a bastard, aren't you?
Ginger: As if you can say that.
Fallen looks about to reply, before realizing just what Ginger meant by the statement, and not knowing exactly what to say. This situation only brings a smirk to the chairman's face, as he knew he was running the shots of the situation once again.
Ginger: It wasn't my choice though, believe me, everyone on Team ACW had a word..we all agreed on him.
FSX: And all of Team ACW is...?
Ginger: Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce them! If I may..
He smirked, pulling a neatly organized list from his pocket.
Ginger: We have a bit of other new blood, in the former KWA wrestling legend XS3!
FSX: Pfft..I can beat him..
Ginger: Also, We have SIX TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPION, and royalty among much of the roster...The ace of spades himself, JONNY SPADE!
FSX: That doesn't impress me...
Ginger: The most unpredictable man in sports entertainment history...former multiple time tag team champion...GOOEY GARTH!
Everyone in the arena is heard screaming 'GOOOOO' at this announcement, well Fallen seems to shudder a bit at the thought.
FSX: ...G-Unit...?
Ginger: Your damn right G-unit...Scared X?
FSX: N-not at all..
He cursed himself under his breath at the stutter in his words, unable to help it. It should always be considered an intimidating feat to beat the one team more legendary then Flower Power... Ginger knew this too, which is why he seemed even more pleased at his next announcement.
FSX: ....Who else?
Ginger: Our team leader may just be the finest pick of all...for he isn't about to lose. He has connections after all, and he has links to more people in the underground then you could even dream of. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?
FSX: I hope not...
Ginger: Oh, so you do?....Good....Because our leader is THE TURIN TORNADO, ROBERTO DI VEROLI!
Despite the mixed reaction from Fallout fans at this, everyone in the arena is aware that it was a powerful choice. Tornado has always been considered the next big thing, and it is never more evident then how much trust the owner of the company has in him. Biff, on the other hand, seems bored with all this.
Biff: But who is the last guy?!? The Fallout guy!
Ginger: Him? Oh...I believe he's going down to the ring right now...I'll let him introduce himself.
Hype has never been greater then at this moment. Who would be the final member of Team ACW? What impact could this man have on the whole picture of things? Better yet, who would be leaving Fallout forever?!? Find out in the shocking conclusion...NEXT!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:35:11 GMT -5
Segment: Announcement (credit: 5th Team ACW member)
Watch Your Words began to play, and the arena exploded. the entry way began to fill up with white smoke with a white light shining through, illuminating the shape of Jim Rourke in the smoke. when the intro ended and the main guitar riff kicked in, the smoke was expelled from the entryway by a burst of air and rourke stepped out from the back wearing a pure white suit. so white it seemed to glow. Walking into the ring, he seemed overly pleased.
Rourke: Well it is official. Ginger himself has made me the represenitive from Fallout for the ACW team in the Team Battle Royale. Why? because there are some ACW fans that do not watch Fallout, amazingly enough. when Ginger came up to me and asked if I would be interested, I told him that I would be HONORED to take part in such a monumental match. Now, many of the guys in this match are those I respect. there are a few bad apples that need to be thrown out of the bushell... and they will... but mainley, this match is a dream for me. it will allow me to pace myself against ACWs finest. test myself and improve. so, without furthur adeiu, I have a train to catch. ACW, look out. Your Saving Grace is coming. see you sunday.
Watch your Words hits with fans going nuts over the newest entrant to the massive match.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jun 19, 2006 19:35:48 GMT -5
Match#4: Stan H. Johnston vs. D-Man Daunte Thomas (Credit: BK London, Senator(commentary only))
R.J. Fisher: Welcome back to Saturday Night Fallout, the fastest hour on television! We have a hellacious match awaiting us here, as one half of the Fallout Openweight Tag Team Champions faces off against the fastest rising star on the show!
Soon, “Wanksta” plays over the PA system, as Daunte Thomas makes his way to the ring.
Iris: Announcing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, the D-Man, Daunte Thomaaaaaas!
The D-Man holds his half of the tag titles of the crowd, as “Sunrise” plays.
Iris: And now, hailing from Houston, Texas, Stan H. Johnstoooooonn!
The pair of fan favorites walk to the center of the ring from their respective corner and both are ready to go to war in this match up. Neither man want to lose this match, so they plan on pulling out all the stops.
Fisher: These two men are some of the best heavyweight fighters that our sport has to offer, both are tough as nails, and hit harder than a bulldozer!
Dean Bardo: Some are saying this match is the crushing haymaker vs. the deadly lariat. Daunte Thomas may not be near undefeated here as Johnston is, but he still has his fair share of wins, and tons of respect. Stan Johnston hasn’t yet met an obstacle that he’s not been able to overcome so far with his mighty Western Lariat, and his sheer guts.
Fisher: Well, something’s got to give here, and here we goooo!
Daunte and Johnston lock up in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up, which surprises the crowd being that both superstars are more of the brawling type. Daunte follows up with a low fireman's carry before latching his opponents in a grounded side headlock. Being in as much matches as he has been in, Johnston counters this maneuver by simply rolling backwards, pinning Daunte's shoulders on the mat. The referee slides over and starts making the count in which Daunte breaks free after two while reverting back to his same position. Since that plan didn't work out as expected, Johnston takes his chances rising back up to his feet. Johnston is now at a vertical base while Daunte still has the headlock latched in, and now he pushes Daunte into the ropes. Daunte rebounds off the ropes and Johnston manages to drop to the ground, making Daunte hop over him and bounces off the ropes again. As Daunte comes off the ropes, Johnston quickly jumps back up to his feet and leap frogs over Daunte, showing great agility for a man his size. Daunte is forced to bounce off the ropes again and this time Johnston responds with the most unorthodox of maneuvers. He drops down on his back while raising his feet up, and as Daunte approaches him, he sends his adversary flying across the ring with a modified version of a monkey flip. The crowd applauds this form of offense by Stan Johnston, but Daunte doesn't look to happy being thrown around the ring like he is.
Bardo: If there was one thing that set Johnston apart in his training, it was that he could adapt to about any situation, with enthusiasm. You see him here taking advantage of his experience, chain wrestling with someone who has little actual in ring training. Thomas, though was able to keep up, he might not be formally trained, but he does have tons of practical, self taught knowledge, nonetheless.
Both Johnston and Daunte rise up to their feet and walk to the center of the ring again. They appear to be done with the little warm up and now they are ready to get it on. Both lock up again in a collar & elbow tie up and this time Daunte attempts to push Johnston into the corner. Seconds before Johnston's back can reach the turnbuckle, Johnston quickly switches it on Daunte, sending him into the corner while the tie up is still in place. The referee quickly runs over and tries to chisel the two apart, and both oblige, releasing the lock on their opponents. But what the referee doesn't see, is the close handed fist that Daunte gives Johnston right after their separation which knocks Johnston to the ground. This attack gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, some want to see this match escalate into a brawl, while some were enjoying this technical contest being put on by the two.
Bardo: You can sense the intensity building up here between these two men, Thomas seems to be itching for a fight here.
Fisher: And I think Johnston’s going to oblige him there!
Johnston holds his jaw while on the ground and Daunte wastes no time picking him up and smashing him with multiple forearms to the ribs before bouncing off the ropes. Daunte comes off with a vicious knee lift, in which the sound of the two knees smacking against Johnston's jaw echoes around the arena. Johnston recoils, staggering backwards into the direction of the ropes, dropping out the ring. Johnston holds his jaw on the outside while Daunte isn't going to waste any time capitalizing. Daunte slips out of the ring and approaches Johnston which proves to be a big mistake. Johnston meets Daunte with a rake to the eyes, which momentarily buys him some time. As Daunte staggers around blindly, Johnston lifts Daunte up in a Fallaway Slam/Blockbuster Hold position before slamming his back into the ring post. The crowd responds with an "Ohhhhhhhhh" and now Johnston follows up with a powerslam, completing the move he dubs the "Oklahoma Stampede".
Bardo: Before he started using the Lariat, Johnston finished his opponents with that move.
Johnston rolls back in the ring continuing to hold his, what could be a broken, jaw. Daunte is motionless on the outside and the referee starts counting for the countout.
ONE... . . . TWO . . . THREE . . . FOUR . . . FIVE
By this count, Daunte begins showing signs of life, staggering up from the move. And Johnston decides he doesn't want to win this match by countout and he slips out of the ring to the outside. Johnston grabs Daunte by his head, picking him up, before smashing his head into the apron. Daunte staggers backwards and Johnston grabs him again and smashes his head on the apron before tossing him back into the ring. Johnston slides into the ring quickly after Daunte and sets him up in the corner before lacing him with an open hand chop across his chest. Daunte holds his chest in pain, and Johnston pierces his chest again with another chop. Johnston now whips Daunte across the ring into the turnbuckles. Daunte bounces out of the turnbuckles and Johnston charges at him with a Western Lariat, hoping to end this match, but Daunte flapjacks Johnston into the corner. Johnston hits the turnbuckle jaw first, and if his jaw isn't broken after that move it is sure to be after the next when Daunte comes off the ropes with the Face Eraser. Johnston drops like a sack of bricks, clutching his jaw in pain and Daunte makes the cover.
ONE . . . TWO . . The count stops and Daunte wonders what's going on. He looks up, only to see Johnston's leg on the bottom rope to the crowd's delight and his dismay. Daunte picks up Johnston and pushes him into the corner, knocking him down. Daunte walks up to Johnston, and adds insult to his injury with a facewash in the corner. The moves he dubs "Bootlicker" is surely securing him this match with every shot to the jaw. Daunte bounces off the ropes, Samoa Joe style, and attempts to lace his face with another facewash but Johnston manages to evade the move by sliding under the bottom rope onto the apron. Daunte holds his legs as he removes it from between both ropes and spaghetti legged Johnston ascends to the top rope. Daunte turns toward Johnston, and Johnston takes him out with a diving lariat.
Fisher: Woah, Nelly! That was one heck of a move there by Stan H. Johnston leaping off the top rope!
The momentum has shifted in the favor of Johnston as he slowly rises up from his move. Daunte staggers up himself and Johnston capitalizes with a Scoop slam before dropping a vicious elbow in his chest. Johnston now picks him up and whips him into the corner, but Daunte manages to counter the Irish whip and whips Johnston into the corner himself. Daunte charges toward Johnston but Johnston side steps Daunte, sending him going sternum first into the corner. Johnston adjusts his elbow pad, bounces off the ropes as his opponent turns around and lays him right out with his Western Lariat! The D-Man is turned inside out from this move and Johnston hooks the leg.
ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE!
*Bell rings*
Iris: And the winner of this match, Stan H. Johnstoooooonnnn!
Johnston raises his trademark Longhorn pose to the cheering crowd as the referee checks on a dazed and confused Daunte Thomas. Stan H. Johnston makes his way over to the D-Man, pulling him up to his feet, and raising his arm in the air, to more applause as the show goes to commercials.
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