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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 28, 2006 18:30:21 GMT -5
Fallout Dark Matches
Dark Match #1: "Irresistable Force" Julio Rivera vs. "Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez Match started with Lopez offering a handshake, but kicking Julio in the knee. He then went for a Shining Wizard, but slipped off the knee. Later on, Lopez also botched a springboard move, slipping out of the ring, and a standing shooting star press, hitting his head akwardly on the mat. Match ended when Julio finally hit a Samba Suplex, doing his trademark dance, right into the pin.
Dark Match #2: The Royles vs. Mark "The Axe" Miller and Everyman A hardfought, evenly matched contest that most people said deserved to have been on television. The Royles matched their rough heel tactics against the power of the Everyman, and the Axe's striking ability. Miller controlled the middle portion of the match, hitting multiple enzuigiris on his opponents, and even hit a "you had to see it to believe it" slingshot scissors kick to Ivor Biggin on the outside of the ring. Match ended when the Royles isolated Everyman, after breaking up a Union Lock(Anaconda Vice) attempt on Pat McGroin, and blasted him with a sandwich running penalty kick that seemed to knock him out for the win.
Dark Match #3: Anthony Kalb vs. Edgemaster What on paper was a severe mismatch turned out to be anything but so, with Edgemaster fighting hard to cement his place on Fallout. Kalb had his hands full with the Canadian newcomer, who took the Capitalist off his feet multiple times with running spears early on. While Kalb's deadly right hand punches were somewhat of an equalizer, Edgemaster managed to stay out of his range most of the time. After a fisherman suplex and an inverted DDT, Edgemaster went up top for presumably a diving headbutt, but Kalb managed to get up fast enough to take his opponent off the top turnbuckle into a fireman carry, and then, a deadly Milton Friedman Driver(Fireman Carry Cradle Tombstone) for the three count.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:44:38 GMT -5
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#1 Jack Jefferson vs. Rich Richardson
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#2 Dynasty vs. Ken "Shoryuken" Masterson
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#3 004 vs. "The Marxist" Joseph Harpo: Nothing To Lose
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#4 Daniel Ness Trial Series Daniel Ness vs. Will Anger
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#5 Fallout TV Title Damien King vs. El Froggy Mask
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#6 Womens Title Inagural Battle Royale Violent Violet Cyrilla vs. Adrienne Frost vs. Tonya Montana vs. Alexis Bijoux vs. Jessie Hall vs. Lilly Rouge vs. Selina Taylor
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This is a Halberd II Production…
Fallout will not be seen this week.
…In its usual format!
The Fastest Hour on Television will be presented in WIDESCREEN!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:45:04 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype...or not (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, Biff Taylor is seen, standing next to his Harley, in the parking lot, outside of the ACW Arena, wearing his bandanna, shades, and biker gear.
Biff: Welcome to Fallout, we got a ton of great matches tonight...but you already knew that. Nah, Biff here's got a little sort of matter to clear up here before we get this show on the road. Apparently, the high and mighty Chairman Gingerdude has a problem with our lil' fed over here. He didn't like my commercials that I was runnin...the ones he gave me time to do whatever I wanted on...and he even has complained to our board here about things we've said here, on our show! Now, that ain't gonna sit well with the Biffmeister, no, no, no, it's not! Gingersnaps, this is my show, not yours anymore! Yeah, you hired me, but you knew just what you were gettin, and if the gettin' ain't good for you, too bad! I run things the way I see fit here, and if you don't like it, you can go ridin' on the wrong side of the road, buddy!
Biff looks uncharacteristically angry, and he takes off the shades as the camera zooms in closer to his increasingly sweaty face, veins visibly popping out on his neck.
Biff: Look, here's shootin' at you! I don't like how you run your shows, with your little queer habits and micromanagement and all. And you know, you know, that I just hate with a capitol "H" how you treat my guys! Hell, I'll give you a perfect little example! I remember this 'un like it happened to me! One time, not that long ago, Anthony Kalb was working in Dwight's Gym on a Monday, or a Thursday night, I don't really remember or care which! Anyway, the dude was workin' his balls off, sweatin' up a storm, when you called him up, and told him he got five minutes to get his ass to the ring, or he'd be put on your lil' blacklist! Well, he got to the ring, and guess what? He had to face a rested 'n ready Rattlesnake who dusted his worn out ass easy as pie!
And if you think that's the only time somethin' like that happened, you're dead wrong. You've made my guys look bad so many times that I can't even count! You've used your power and influence to put my show at the disadvantage so many times that I can't count those either! You talk about order, and you talk about your word being final, but I don't think I've seen a single ACW show where an unofficial brawl didn't break out! And then, you complain that I got nerve, talking the way I did? You say I got no control over my own show, just 'cause I got a lil' feud goin' on with the locker room? Well, you know what? Now that I got myself some nifty outside funding, and got my roster squared away, those sorry-ass days are over! Yeah, man, on Fallout, we're doin' it our way, and our way, no matter who's across the highway!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:45:31 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Rich Richardson (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
Iris Yoon is stood centre-ring as the fans eagerly await the first match of the evening. She strikes a pose and winks at some male fans in the front row, drawing a host of wolf-whistles, before getting down to business as referee Jessie Reynolds slides into the ring.
Iris: Introducing first, tonight he makes his Fallout debut, weighing in at 207lbs and hailing from Manchester, England…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
“Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, a smirk on his face. The crowd don’t yet know what to make of Fallout’s newest star but he receives a few cheers from those remembering his history with Vince McMahon and HHH. Jack swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs.
Iris: And his opponent, hailing from Richmond, VA and weighing in tonight at 215lbs...Rich Richardson!!
A generic “Southern Guitar” tune hits the speakers and Rich Richardson walks through the curtain to the approval of the Fallout faithful. He smiles as he hears the reception and strides down to the ring. He climbs up the steel steps and enters through the gap between the top and middle rope. Jessie Reynolds places himself between the two competitors as Iris exits the ring.
Bell Rings.
Jefferson and Richardson lock up mid-ring but break quickly as neither gains an obvious advantage. They circle each other, both throwing taunts at each other, hoping to gain a psychological advantage over the other. After circling each other twice they lock up once again. However, this time Jack manages to get a slight advantage, pushing Rich backwards so he is on the back foot. Jefferson takes full advantage, putting his left leg behind Rich’s and tripping him so he is lying across his right knee. As Jack applies pressure on the lower back, Richardson yells out in pain and struggles against Jefferson’s grip. He uses his leg strength to power up to a vertical base but Jefferson puts him back down with another trip, driving Rich’s back into the canvas. Jefferson rolls across Richardson, releasing his grip and he does so, and rises to his feet. Quickly flipping backwards he hits Rich with a Standing Moonsault.
Jefferson crouches behind Richardson as he rises to his feet, the instant he reaches a vertical base Jack darts forward with frightening speed and locks his arms around the waist of his opponent. He lifts Richardson over his head but fails to hit the German Suplex as Rich lands on his feet and quickly hits a Dropkick to the lower spine of Jack, knocking him flat on his face. Richardson manipulates Jefferson into a seated position and locks on a Rear Chin Lock, bringing a grimace to Jack’s face. However, Jefferson isn’t in the hold for long, instead he grips the underarms of Richardson and throwing him forwards over his head. However, Rich once again uses his athleticism to land on his feet. Simultaneously Jack performs a kip-up which lands him behind Rich and allows him to hit a German Suplex which lands Rich squarely on the back of his neck. Jefferson covers, Richardson kicks out marginally after Reynolds slaps the mat for a 2nd time.
Both competitors reach their feet at the same time. However, Richardson is the one who gains an advantage, striking Jefferson with his trademark European Uppercut before Irish Whipping him into the corner. Richardson goes to the opposite corner, raises his arms to hype up the crowd, and charges at Jefferson. Jack, however, bursts out of the corner and knocks Richardson’s left leg out from underneath him with a vicious looking Running Dropkick which connects squarely with Rich’s knee. Sensing an opportunity to gain a real advantage over his opponent, Jefferson drags Richardson over to the ropes and places his left ankle on the middle rope; he punches Richardson in the face a few times before ascending the turnbuckle. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs, his cockiness infuriating the Fallout fans, before launching himself off the turnbuckle and connecting with a Moonsault Legdrop which he hits on Richardson’s left leg, thus using the leverage on the ropes to cause Richardson intense pain shown by him yelling out.
Jefferson drags his adversary to his feet, Richardson trying not to put pressure on his left leg instead preferring to put all his weight on his right. Jefferson drives Richardson backwards with a series of Knife-Edge Chops which not only set him off-balance but also force him to put pressure on his left leg while trying to keep it. Jack takes full advantage of Rich’s lack of balance, taking him down with Fisherman Suplex, hooking the sore left leg to add extra pain to the move. Jefferson regains a vertical base and grabs hold of Richardson’s left leg, twisting it and using it to drag him into a corner. Jack slips out of the ring and drags Rich outwards so his legs are either side of the solid metal ring-post. Seizing the left leg of Richardson, Jefferson mercilessly drives his left knee into the turnbuckle; drawing protests from referee Jessie Reynolds and screams of pain from Rich Richardson. Jack holds his arms aloft in a mock plea of innocence as boos rain down upon him. Grinning, Jefferson drives Rich’s left knee into the turnbuckle for a 2nd time before rolling back into the ring as the referee reaches a 6-count.
Back in the ring Jefferson grabs hold of Richardson’s left leg once again, locking on a Legbar complete with Legscissors. Fortunately for Richardson he manages to reach out and grabs hold of the bottom rope with both hands; naturally, Jack fully utilizes the 5-count before releasing his vice-like grip. Frustration starting to creep in slightly, Jefferson drags Richardson into the centre of the ring, stomping on his left knee a few times. Jefferson then smirks as he locks on the Indian Death Lock. The pain is evident on Rich’s face as pressure is applied to his left knee and he attempts to squirm his way to the ropes. However, Jack pulls Rich further from the ropes and applies greater pressure, watching with a smirk as Rich’s face contorts with pain. After 10 seconds, the pain gets too much for Richardson and he reluctantly taps out. Jefferson releases the hold with a large smirk on his face, leaving Richardson rolling around in pain while clutching his left leg.
Iris: And your winner, by way of submission…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
Jack climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs, a large smirk painted across his face. He then walks over to Iris, demanding the mic, which he receives. The fans boo, clearly not wanting to hear from him but he raises the mic to his lips anyway.
Jefferson: Shut your mouths you fucking maggots, you don’t even deserve to be breathing the same air as me, let alone be given the right to boo me!
The volume of the boos increases, but Jefferson has regained his composure enough to continue with what he had planned on saying.
Jefferson: This!
He points towards the figure of Rich Richardson.
Jefferson: …is not the sort of man I should be facing. I should be facing, and beating, champions. Not this insect that lies destroyed before me. Look at me; I’ve barely broken a sweat. So, it’s this simple…I know I’m capable of beating anyone on the Fallout roster so I’m issuing an open challenge to anyone who is foolish enough to believe they can beat me!
Jefferson drops the mic and cockily struts to the ropes, he begins to climb through the ropes but pauses, looking at Richardson, and instead re-enters the ring. He pulls Richardson to his feet then knocks him straight back down again with an Enziguri, as if he simply wants to humiliate his defeated opponent. With Richardson lay on his stomach Jack places Rich’s left arm behind his head and applies a Crossface, completing the Border City Stretch. Richardson yells out in pain, furiously tapping out but Jack continues to apply pressure regardless while the fans boo him lividly. Suddenly, the fans boos switch to cheers as Evan Dixon charges down to the ring, diving in as Jack exits the opposite side of the ring. Evan’s face looks like thunder as he checks to see if his partner is ok before picking up the mic.
Evan: You want a match for next week? Well you got it!
The fans cheer loudly as Evan drops the mic and he and Jack stare each other down as we fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:45:47 GMT -5
Segment: New Challenger Approaches! (Credit: Yoko)
The screen is black as snow begins to fall down across it. A booming voice begins to speak.
A warrior once great…
There is a flash of short blonde hair.
A warrior now forgotten…
A blue boot swings by the screen.
A warrior seeking redemption…
A fist is shown clenching tightly.
A warrior…is on his way to Fallout.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:46:43 GMT -5
Segment: Reasoning (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, Iris Yoon is seen backstage, talking to "Textbook" Tim Dwight.
Iris: So, yeah, I heard that I was taken out of the big match for the title! Why? Why'd you do that? I wanna know!
Dwight: Calm down there...
Iris: No, I wanna know why that useless Lilly made it in, and I didn't!
Dwight: I said calm down! Now then, I'll tell you why you didn't make it in. First off, I still think that for you to be able to put on a consistently solid performance at this level, that you'll need further training. You've made decent progress in your first week, but not enough that I'd throw you to the wolves. Patience is a virtue that I try to instill in all my students, and you need it more than about anyone else. Remember, you showed up here, not knowing a thing, but that you wanted to get into the industry. You've made a good ring announcer, and I think you have tons of potential. But, if you make a bad name for yourself now, you'll make it really tough for us to give you any title matches, heck, any matches period, later on. Ms. Yoon, you also need to pay your dues. You're doing that right now, and doing so will help you later on.
Iris: Fine, but why Lilly? And why'd you take me out?
Dwight: We want to have you out there as announcer, so it was easier to take you out. As for why we took anyone out, well, we got a new member on our roster, with tons of previous experience, and a dominant presence, who is ready to fight for the title.
Iris: Yeah, I'll be the announcer out there...yeah. Thanks so much, Mr. Dwight!
Iris reaches over, quickly kissing Dwight on the cheek, before bounding off back towards the entrance area.
Dwight: Well, I'll be...something's up...that's for sure. I just hope for her sake, that Iris doesn't do something she'll regret later on...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:47:04 GMT -5
Segment: Misogynist (Credit: Hitman)
We come back from commercial to see Selina Taylor in the ring, wearing a silver dress, high heels and shooting out t-shirts. Many shirts read "Fallout: TV's Original Fastest Hour", "Fallout: Too Fast for the Rest" and "Can't sleep, clowns will eat me." The fans that get the shirts hold them up and cheer like they just won the lottery. However, the good times must end as "Clint Eastwood" by the Gorillaz hits, sending the crowd into jeers. Selina looks on nervously as Punished Fox appears from behind the curtain with a foul look on his face. The crowd is booing and rummaging around in their pockets, trying to look for something to throw at him. Sadly, the only thing that gets tossed is a gum wrapper, a pen and an MP3 player.
Guy with MP3 Player: "AW @#$%! THAT COST ME $500!"
Fox pauses and picks up the MP3 player. He scrolls through the songs.
Fox: "Hmm, Metallica, Lordi, Linkin Park, atta boy… Wait, what's this? … Paris Hilton? That's weak!"
The guy with the MP3 player buries his head in his hands, completely embarrassed. Instead of laughing along with Fox, the fans stick up for the poor, musically misguided chum and boo the living life out of Fox. The self-proclaimed "demon" laughs it off and tosses the MP3 player back into the crowd, not giving a @#$% where it lands. Selina looks on at this as Fox enters the ring and gets a mic.
Fox: "Cut my damn music. I don't think you thick-headed pigs deserve to listen to my theme, in all honesty."
The fans let Fox hear it with booing.
Fox: "Hey doll face, out of my ring! You should be preparing for that main event, which is a big waste of talent anyway. The only things you women can really do are slap and pull hair and have catfights."
Selina takes offense to that comment and drops the shirt gun, going for a slap to Fox's face. Fox grabs her wrist and forces her down to her knees, the crowd booing every single second of Fox's actions.
Fox: "You know something, Selina? I remember back in the old KWA days when Ben Drinkin got the crowd to hate him when he drove Christy O' Connor through a table with a top rope AOK. I know you idiots probably didn't watch KWA so allow me to re-enact it for you… with the exception of me using The Hunt instead of that piece of shit AOK."
Fox then walks over to one side of the ring, still holding Selina by the wrist. He looks over at the announce table and smirks.
Bardo: "Don't even think about it."
Fisher: "Leave Selina alone! What did she ever do to you?"
Fox then props Selina up on the turnbuckle and brings her up to a fireman's carry. The crowd is protesting like mad… until Edgemaster appears from the crowd. Obviously pissed about Fox's recent actions, Edgemaster decks Fox with a punch that knocks him down to the canvas. Edgemaster catches Selina before she falls with Fox and sets her on the apron then goes over to Fox and begins brawling with him. Fox rakes the eyes of Edgemaster then brings him up onto his shoulders for The Hunt. Selina doesn't want her friend to get hurt so she takes the previously discarded shirt gun and fires it… right into Fox's groin. The crowd cheers like crazy and they cheer even more when Edgemaster slips out and connects with the Over the Edge. Edgemaster then shouts curse words at Fox before leaving up the ramp. Selina looks down at Fox then exits the ring and heads off to the back.
End segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:47:24 GMT -5
Segment: Dangerous Confessions
Credit: Rourke
The camera is in what seems to be a confessional. A flood of light enters the space, and a rather large man enters. The camera zooms out as the man kneels down, and you can hear the wood creak. You see his face, and realize it is Jim Rourke - Fallout’s Saving Grace.
Rourke: Forgive me Father, I have sinned.
Priest: Tell me your sins, my son
Rourke: One sin. One of the seven deadly sins. I want to hurt this man. I want to feel his bones break between my fingers for being what he is.
Priest: Good Lord, son. What is he?
Rourke: A false prophet. This man claims to be a savior when he has proved to be anything but. His walk, his talk, the very air he exhales reeks with the foul stink of a sinner, yet he is allowed to claim the name of the lord as his own.
Priest: So, you see yourself as God’s angel meant to exorcise this daemon from wherever he may lie?
Rourke: Exorcise is not strong enough a word. What I have planned for him is an Excommunication
Priest: For this man you describe, there is no penance necessary. You are doing God’s work.
Rourke: Thank You, father.
Rourke crosses himself and stands to leave, but the priest has a question.
Priest: Young man, where is this man of whom you speak?
Rourke: Fallout.
with that, Rourke leaves. the camera changes to an exterior shot of the confessionals with Rourke exiting. When he is gone, the door to the priest's side opens up, and we get a look at him. It is JACK FURY! he has a sinister look in his eye and a crooked grin across his face
Fury: See you there, Rourke-o.
The image fades out as Jack laughs to himself slightly.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:47:44 GMT -5
Match: Ken Shoryuken vs The Dynasty (Credit: Rose / Yoko)
Iris re-enters the ring to commence the next match on the show. A lot of fans have been waiting for this one, as it involves The Dynasty in a debut match. He has quite a reputation preceding him.
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen… This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… From San Diego, California… Please welcome Ken “Shoryuken” Massteeeeerson!
“Propellerheads” hits and Ken “Shoryuken” Masterson comes out to a pretty nice reception. He’s a bit of a cult favorite with the Fallout fans, and is a lot more popular than anybody ever intended. He walks to the ring pretty simply, and immedietly gets into a fighting stance when he gets to his corner.
Iris: And next… Also hailing from San Diego, California… Please welcome, TTTTHHEEEE Dynasty!
“Kung-Fu Fighting” Hits and about 15 seconds in, Dynasty runs from the back and makes his way all the way down the ramp and right at the apron. He does a little shadowboxing before sliding into the ring and taking his corner.
Bell Rings
The match starts with Ken “Shoryuken” Masterson showing off his masterful karate skills. He does a few kicks in the air, follows it up with a backflip, lands with a splits, and throws a few punches from that position. The crowd is impressed. They’re very impressed. Well, they are up until the point that Ken’s face turns very red. It seems as he’s just feeling the effects of his ill-advised showboating. On the other corner, Dynasty just watches on with a very serious look on his face. All of this comedy isn’t really his style. He’s here to show the world just how impressive his skills are. So, he walks to the center of the ring and motions for Ken to get up and face him. After he pulls himself together, Ken obliges…and to everybody’s surprise…leaps forward with a flash kick.
If you can believe it, it seems as if Ken’s a lot smarter than he looks. This sudden attack catches Dynasty just below the chin and causes him to stagger backwards. He nearly falls down, but manages to keep his balance. Ken follows up by Irish whipping him into the corner and following it up with his signature Hundred Hand Slap. The palm strikes are supposed to be faster than the human eye can follow, but they’re actually a lot slower. Dynasty is able to block quite a few of them. Seeing that his opponent is weakened in the corner, Ken backs off and readies to finish the match off with an exclamation point.
Ken reaches into his shirt, winds up like a star baseball pitcher, and lunches forward with a move that’s supposed to resemble the infamous Hadoken of Street Fighter fame. It’s not as large, or as spiritual looking, but is impressive. Dynasty rolls forward, just dodging the fireball, and jumps forward with a spinning side kick. This knocks Ken down to the ground with a lot of force, and Dynasty quickly makes the pin.
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Dynasty doesn’t halt his attack and quickly picks Ken up to his feet…only to bring him back down to the mat with a snap suplex. He then rolls Ken over onto his stomach to his face is facing the mat. With a kind of rare agility, Dynasty climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He doesn’t waste any time showboating, and jumps off with a vicious flying legdrop he dubs the Dynasty Drop. Surprisingly, he doesn’t go for the pinfall. Instead, he runs towards the nearest turnbuckle, up the side, and comes off with the Monkey Jump(s Over Wall}…with is his interpretation of the Corner Run Corkscrew Moonsault. He lands firmly on the top of Ken, who’s rolled back over by this point, and aggressively hooks the leg for the
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Iris: Here is your winner by pinfall… TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEE DYNASTY!
Dynasty takes a little time to soak of the cheers of the Fallout fans, who’re very impressed by his debut. Then, he exists the ring and walks back to the night, ready to enjoy the beginning of a great night. Ken takes a little more time to get up, and he’s obviously disappointed that his fireball didn’t hit…and that he didn’t win the match, for that matter. The fans even cheer him too, since he is a cult favorite. This makes this a little better, and The Street Fighter himself exits the ring and heads to the back.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:48:08 GMT -5
Segment: Drinkin Boyz… Meet Forces of Greatness! (Credit: Hitman)
Voice: "Are you sure you're all right?"
The camera fades into the locker room of The Drinkin Boyz and Selina, who nods and assures Ben that she's all right.
Selina: "It was just a botched attempt at whatever the hell his finisher is called."
Ben: "Hmmm, good point."
Afternoon: "Besides, you should really go prepare for your match. It's coming up soon."
Selina smiles at Afternoon and gives him a quick peck on the cheek.
Selina: "You're right, Shaun. I'm going to go get changed for the match. Wish me luck!"
Selina then turns to Ben and plants a great kiss on his lips before taking her clothes and heading off into the washroom to change. Ben and Afternoon sigh and wonder if Selina can actually pull it off tonight. Just then, a knock at the door is heard.
Ben: "Come in!"
The door opens… and standing in the doorway are the Forces of Greatness. The Drinkin Boyz stand up from their couch and have a brief staredown with the Forces of Greatness.
Afternoon: "Got something to say?"
Amo: "Nah, just wanted to check out the competition. Nice to finally meet you chaps."
Ben: "Likewise, I'm sure."
Richards: "Yeah, well, if you two want a tag title shot, come and have it anytime you want. We'll be waiting for you."
The Drinkin Boyz nod then, almost reluctantly, shake the hands of the Forces of Greatness. The tag champs then smirk and leave the locker room. Selina comes out just after they left, wearing her usual ring attire; a white tanktop, Daisy Duke shorts and short boots. Ben smiles at her and gives her a hug. Afternoon then picks her up and gives her a great big hug.
Ben: "Go get 'em baby!"
Afternoon: "Bring the gold over to the Newfies!"
Selina: "Thanks! Here I go!"
Selina then leaves the locker room while Ben and Afternoon go back and sit on the couch, anxiously awaiting the turnout of the Women's title battle royal.
End segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:48:27 GMT -5
Segment: Oh Wait (Credit: Libertines / Mark Madison. Final Lines, Yoko)
(It is night, a car is driving down the road. Mark Madison and Libertines are in the car.)
Mark: So, we're supposed to be debuting soon.
Lib: Yep.
Mark: Well, do you have the map?
Lib: Right Here.
Mark: What city?
Lib: Anchorage.
Mark: Dammit.
Lib: What?
Mark: That's in Alaska! We'll have to stop at the airport and get a flight.
Lib: Okay.
(The two of them get out of the car. Mark is cursing under his breath)
Lib: Chill out, we don't have to be 100% on time.
Mark: No, but if we're late, we'll no-show our first match.
Lib: Okay, okay.
(They have a flight ticket and get aboard the plane)
Mark: Okay, let's see. DAMN! This plane smells horrible!
Lib: Maybe it's that hobo over there.
Mark: How did he afford his ticket.
Lib: WE GOT MOTHERFUCKIN HOBOS ON THIS MOTH-
Mark: SHUT UP! If you scream, you'll draw attention! We don't want tha!
Lib: But if we're going to be seen by millions of people, why don't we want attention?
Mark: Because it'll look suspicious, and we'll look like dumbasses.
Lib: Oh, I see.
(The plane stops in Alaska)
Mark: We're here!
Lib: Grab the suitcases.
Mark: I have them.
Lib: There it is, the Sullivan Arena.
Mark: Are you ready to make an impact?
Lib: We are going to change the Tag Division...just think about it...The Shambles: Tag Team Champions.
Mark: Remember, we have to work our way from the top.
Lib: That should be no problem.
(The two of them swagger into the arena, confident that they will be rising to the top. Someone meets them outside of the arena. He looks to be a security guard.)
Man: Who are you?
Lib: The greatest tag team ACW has ever seen.
Man: The ACW show isn’t for a few days…
Mark: We were told there was a show today.
Man: Well there’s a FALLOUT show…But it’s not here in Alaska.
(Libertines and Mark look at each other with “Doh!” look on their face.)
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:48:51 GMT -5
Match: The Marxist vs 004 (Credit: Dan)
Iris: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a “Nothing to Lose” No Disqualifications match! Coming first to the ring, from San Francisco, California, weighing at 245 lbs…Joseph “the Marxist” Harpo!
”The Internationale” hits and the fans start to jeer as Harpo makes his entrance. He smirks as he walks down the ramp, knowing that he has experience on his side as he ends this thing once and for all as he enters the ring.
Iris: And from San Diego, California, weighing at 180 lbs…Double-Oh-Four!
The fans go wild as “Doll-Daga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety Zag” by Marilyn Manson hits the PA system, and 004 walks out, looking hyper-active as ever. He runs down to the ring, slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. Iris exits the ring and this match is ready to begin.
Bell rings
004 smirks as he eyes his opponent, and cautiously edges towards the centre of the ring. Harpo is more cocky as the two lock up, and this works against him as 004 immediately kicks him in the gut, hitting the Phoenix DDT! The fans pop immediately as 004 rolls Harpo over and makes the cover:
ONE…
TWO…
THR-Kickout by Harpo!
There’s a large sigh as 004 gets to his feet, still smiling but now with less cheer in it. He lifts Harpo to his feet, and rests him in the corner. 004 rushes forwards and leaps into the air, attempting to throw a knee into Harpo’s face. But Harpo instead catches 004 on his shoulders, rushing forwards and hitting a running Powerbomb pin:
ONE…
TWO…
THR-Kickout by 004!
The match has already seen two near pinfall attempts, as Harpo lifts 004 to his feet. He throws a punch – 004 throws one back. Harpo hits a second punch and 004 hits one back. Harpo hits a third punch as they near the ropes, and this punch holds quite the impact, as 004 falls back to the ropes. As he rebounds back, Harpo strikes another punch, sending 004 flying to the floor. He quickly lifts 004 up, and doubles him over. He starts clubbing 004 in the back, which causes 004 to cough rapidly and unhealthily. He then throws 004 at the ropes and as 004 rebounds back, Harpo lifts him up with his right hand, striking him with a Pendulum Backbreaker. The fans wince as 004 coughs deeply and sharply again, as Harpo makes another cover:
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout by 004.
Harpo smirks as he lifts 004 to his feet, and throws him into the corner. Harpo then runs towards the corner, but 004 manages to get out the way, to the cheers of the fans. He turns Harpo around and begins striking him with several punches in the jaw and cheek area. He hits a Fireman’s Carry, sending Harpo to the floor, and a quick elbow drop keeps him laid down. 004 then lifts Harpo up, and knocks a couple of blows before running off the ropes and hitting a Lou Thesz Press & Knuckle. The fans cheer, and they get louder as Harpo’s nose and forehead pour with blood. 004 climbs off of Harpo due to the referee’s intervention, and he poses for the fans as Harpo sluggishly climbs to his feet. 004 turns around, and doesn’t expect to see Harpo on his feet for a start; instead he’s booted in the face by a large, sweaty Soviet Big Boot, and 004 appears knocked out as Harpo exits the ring.
Harpo grabs a steal chair, and re-enters the ring. The fans jeer as he sets the chair up, and lifts 004 up. He grabs 004 around the neck, lifting him up into a double choke hold. He then walks over to the chair, and forcefully drops 004 through. The chair implodes, and 004 begins to cough even louder, until there’s blood appearing on the ring canvas. Harpo lets out a sinister laugh, before lifting 004 up and signalling for the Icepick. He sets a groggy 004 standing in the centre of the ring, before jumping back behind him and running towards. He’s ready to deliver a powerful fist to the back of his head, but 004 manages to duck it! Harpo turns around and 004 delivers a Climbing Enziguri! 004 then leaps off the ropes, hitting a Springboard Moonsault Knee Drop! He makes the cover:
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout by Harpo!!!
The fans are left disappointed as the shoulder of the Communist strikes the air. 004 pounds the ground in frustration as his chest is stained with blood still flowing from his mouth. Harpo meanwhile has a crimson mask Muta would be proud of, as 004 lifts him to his feet. 004 kicks him in the gut and attempts to go for the Phoenix DDT, but Harpo reverses it into a Fisherman’s Suplex. He doesn’t hold the pin, however, and soon gets to his feet. He runs at the ropes and as 004 gets to his feet, BOOM! The Icepick! But replace the word “Icepick” with “Drop Toe Hold” and you’ll see where we are, as 004 manages to lock in the Boston Crab! There’s another cheer from the fans as he applies pressure on the hold, and Joseph Harpo screams in pain; his face is covered in blood, and soon he’s spitting out the stuff as 004 continues to keep hold of the submission strongly. A “0-0-4” chant begins to form as 004 screams in agony, desperate for Harpo to tap out…
…Far away from the ropes, and with his blood loss decreasing at every moment, Harpo has little option else…he taps, 004 releases the hold and the bells rings as the fans go nuts.
Iris: Here is your winner…Double-Oh Four!!!
The fans are still cheering as 004 slowly throws his arms in the air with the help of the ref. A couple of EMTs rush down to the ring to check up on Harpo, who has lost a considerable amount of blood, but to 004 that’s the least of his worries. Despite having lost some blood himself, he’s ecstatic over winning his final contracted match at Fallout, and leaves the ring to a standing ovation as we fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:49:08 GMT -5
Segment: Pray (Credit: Hitman)
The screen fades to black. Lightning is shown striking in the background of a graveyard. The fans wonder if this is another installment to the exciting Reaper-Cremator feud.
On this night, it is not to be.
A man is shown overlooking a grave. His identity is shrouded in a long black robe. He slowly turns to the camera and shows his piercing eyes to the audience in the arena and at the audience at home. The fans wonder why his face is all green and covered in stitches. Then they realize something…
It's a mask.
The fans recognize who this character is and they cheer due to the face that he hasn't been seen in ACW for quite some time now. The figure turns back to the grave and the screen slowly plunges into the shadows once more. The segment ends with seven ominous words that no one thought they'd ever hear again.
"Angelus Kincaid Returns… Pray For Your Sins"
End segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:49:47 GMT -5
Segment: This and That (Credit: Rose)
The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success –Bruce Fierstein[/b][/i]
By this point, Lilly Rouge knows better than to get overexcited. In the past, she’s seemed very close to finding out clues about her past, but that’s as far as she’s ever gotten. She’s seen the most concrete of clues lead only to dead ends. Still, she can’t help but feel that she’s about to uncover everything. Who she is, where she’s from, and even who exactly her brother is. Well, she knows his name, but she only knows who he is through conflicting accounts…and what bits of memory she has. Other than what she’s heard…he’s a complete mystery to her.
Of course, it doesn’t help things that she’s found her way to the show a little late. She was supposed to meet Sakina Khalida, a women who her brother managed a little over a year ago, about an hour ago. To make things even more hectic, she also has a very important Women’s Title match later in the night. So, to neatly summarize the situation, she’s found herself between a rock and a hard place. She has try to find out about her past all while trying to concentrate on proving her thus far abysmal record in ACW. It seems that nothing can be simple for Ms. Rouge.
So, after talking to various stagehands and other officials, she’s found what she’s sure is Sakina’s current location…and it’s the one place she can’t enter…
Biff Taylor’s Office.
After realizing that barging in on an important meeting isn’t exactly the best thing that she should do, Lilly finds a nearby bench and waits for the doors to open. She’s already gotten dressed in her tights, so at least she doesn’t have to worry about rushing back to her locker room after talking to Sakina; she can just head straight to the ring. She hopes it doesn’t take that long, though…and to her surprise…it doesn’t. The door opens and Sakina, who looks simply stunning in her pantsuit…and exhausted. Yet, she quickly smiles when she sees Lilly sitting just to her left. Lilly quickly stands up to greet her.
Lilly: Hello, Ms. Khalida.
Sakina: Hello Lilly, it’s good to see you again. It looks like you have a match tonight, why don’t you tell me a little about it?
Lilly: I…I…
As she looks into Sakina’s eyes, Lilly experiences a phenomena that’s quite similar to déjà vu. “Presque vu” is a more appropriate term for what she experiences in that particular instance in time. For just a second, she feels like she’s known Sakina for a very long time and she very nearly figures everything out. She’s literally seconds from overcoming her amnesia. Yet, as she’s done so many times before, she stops seconds before everything “clicks”. Sakina, in turn, is very perturbed by seeing Lilly so visibly disoriented. She’s downright frightened when Lilly teeters to the left, to the right, and nearly crumbles down to the floor. Thankfully, she’s able to use the wall and Sakina as an anchor before she gets too acquainted with the floor tile. As strange as it sounds…perhaps it’s best that Lilly didn’t break out of her amnesia.
Sakina: Are you alright? Sit down. You look like you’re about to pass out.
Sakina’s concern is a genuine one. When she looks into Lilly’s bright blue eyes, they lack both focus and clarity. So, with Lilly’s best interests in her mind, she helps her sit back down on the bench.
Lilly: I’m…I’m fine. I just got dizzy for a second. It was crazy.
Sakina gently holds Lilly’s chin, and checks her eyes one more time. It looks like everything is clear, but she isn’t so quick to give Lilly a clean bill of health.
Sakina: It’s probably the heat. It’s easy for anybody to get dehydrated with the way the weather has been lately, even athletes like ourselves. Just sit down and take it easy for a second.
Lilly: It’s okay…it’s just that I…like, I got overexcited, y’know? I thought that you’d have some news on my brother…
Sakina sits down next to Lilly, softly claps her hand, and tries her best to make what she’s about to say as appropriate as possible.
Sakina: Oh…you poor girl... This is all my fault, I’m afraid. I didn’t want to get your hopes up so much, because I was afraid something like…this…might have happened. Well, I might as well tell you all that I know… I’ve been looking for your brother all week. I’ve made calls to everybody I know and I just haven’t been able to get any leads as to his whereabouts. I’ve even went so far as to talk to Chairman Ginger over at Alpha Championship Wrestling, and he told me he hasn’t heard from him since he left ACW last year. I don’t know how to say this…but I’m afraid that your brother just doesn’t want to be found right now. I’m so sorry.
At first, Lilly tries her best to keep her composure once she’s heard the news. Yet, she quickly finds that her tears don’t exactly wait for her permission, and they roll down her cheeks quicker and quicker ever second. What looks vaguely like a grin creeps across Sakina’s face for a split second, but it’s quickly replaced by the look of a concerned friend. As strange as it sounds…both expressions are very genuine.
Lilly: I wish I didn’t have to cry… I mean…I…I…should have known nothing would turn up. It’s been just my luck. I’m so stupid.
With that, Sakina starts to try to wipe away Lilly’s tears. Her soft hands are a lot better on Lilly’s eyes than their own salty tears. With a warm smile, Sakina tries her best to console the crying girl beside her.
Sakina: It’s okay to cry, but you really shouldn’t before a match. It won’t strike fear into the hearts of your opponents, and it certainly won’t cause them to become sympathetic. Besides, your face is too gorgeous to be ruined by sadness.
In what amounts to a very tender moment between two “newfound” friends, Lilly clings tightly to Sakina. Sakina is literally taken aback by seeing Lilly in such a vulnerable position. In the back of her mind, Sakina desperately wants to use this situation to her advantage…but she knows that now isn’t the time. She doesn’t really hug Lilly back or anything, rather she just tries to calm her down with the sound of her voice. If anything, she wants to impress upon Lilly that she can be trusted. Trust, after all, is the foundation of all things.
Sakina: Please stop crying… I’m sure something will come up. In fact…
Sakina figures the easiest way to sound like she’s not lying…is to tell the truth.
Sakina: I know it will. I just know it.
Finally, after what seems like a few awkward minutes, Lilly’s head emerges from Sakina’s jacket, and she wipes her tears from her eyes. Then, even though she’s barely cleared her voice, she whimpers a response to Sakina.
Lilly: You really think so?
Just then, it occurs to Sakina that Lilly may need some mentoring if she’s going to get through her match tonight without getting injured. She decides to give her advice… Even though she’s apparently not too sure of who Lilly’s facing, or what kind of match she’s even gotten herself into.
Sakina: Yes… Now dry your eyes and get focused. You really need to keep your mind on your match tonight. I have not seen that much of your work, but I have heard that you are very green. That’s okay. We all were at some point. All you’ve got to do is keep working at it and learn from your experiences. Don’t worry about losing. I’m not saying that you should resign yourself to losing. All I’m saying is that, at this stage of your career, you should be completely focused on winning. You should be focused on learning. Once you’ve properly learned the basics, then winning will handle itself. Do you understand what I am saying?
Surprisingly, Lilly was hanging on every word that Sakina said, and she even understood the point that she was trying to get across. Of course, she wouldn’t have had Sakina not calmed her back down a few seconds ago. She still sounds unsure of herself, but that’s probably because she just stopped crying a minute or two ago.
Lilly: I think so.
Sakina: Who is your match against, by the way.
Lilly: The entire division. It’s a big battle royale thingie.
Sakina: Interesting… Well, just try to pair off with somebody about your size and skill level as soon as the match starts. Your best shot is in hoping that the best skilled people take each other out of the match early. Does that make sense?
Lilly: Yes… You’re saying I shouldn’t go up against somebody like Violet, or she’ll punch me out?
Sakina: I’m not to sure who you’re referring to, but you do get the point. Now all you have to do is go out there and try you best. Are you ready to go?
Being the overly-clingy type, Lilly quickly hugs Sakina with as much force as she can muster. Again, Sakina just looks far off as Lilly squeezes on. It’s almost like is elsewhere. In the future, perhaps?
Lilly: Yes! Thank you, Ms. Khalida! You’ve made me feel so much better. I just know my luck is going to turn around now that you’re on Fallout!
Lilly releases her vice-grip, and starts to walk off, but Sakina has one last thing to say to her.
Sakina: Wait.
Lilly stops in her tracks and turns around.
Sakina: You can call me Sakina… I don’t think anybody’s called me Ms. Khalida in my life… Also… I’ll be watching your match, so please remember what I said. I don’t want to see you get hurt
Lilly: Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll be just fine. Just…just thanks for, like, everything, Sakina.
Lilly has cheer in her voice again, and Sakina interprets that as a good sign as she watches Lilly turn the corner.
Sakina: I would have done anything to hug you back…but now’s not the time. Don’t worry though. Soon, I’ll hold you in my arms, Lilly. It’s not far off now at all. We can finally be happy. We both can finally be happy.
Sakina has a far-off look in her eyes again. As the scene fades out, she looks just like she's fallen in love. Her mind wanders to days that haven't yet passed, and to nights that she's imagined over and over again. Soon, she hopes, they'll be a reality.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Aug 30, 2006 6:50:11 GMT -5
Segment: Title? (Credit: Yoko)
The time…What time is it? Close to show time. Violet Cyrilla’s still not at the arena. Her band mate and friend Mary Kane is driving her to the arena.
Violet: Thanks for reminding me, I’d forgotten about this gig.
Mary: I don’t think wrestlers call their commitments “gigs,” Violet. They’re matches.
Violet: But it IS a gig, isn’t it? It’s putting on a show for fans. Kind of like our music, but without needing talent.
Mary: Just because YOU don’t have any talent doesn’t mean none of them do. They have to be very athletic.
Violet: What do you mean I have no talent? I keep winning.
Mary: Well…You punch people. You should do more moves. I was there when the band was showing moves to do. I haven’t seen you do any of those.
Violet: Well there’s no time to think. So I do what comes to mind. It doesn’t really matter since they keep putting me against girls. The girls like that Paris Hilton lookalike. Girls aren’t any problem.
Mary: You could at least pin them after you knock them out.
Violet: Pin?
Mary: You are aware the general goal in wrestling is to pin your opponent, yes?
Violet: Well I keep forgetting. It’s fine either way.
Mary: You’re so clueless. It’s amazing that you’ll probably win the title tonight.
Violet: Title? What title?
Mary: You’re joking. I just read recaps, you’re IN THE SHOW, and I know more than you?
Violet: Seriously, what title?
Mary: The Fallout Women’s Title. Win this match, win the title, and your paycheck will go through the roof. We’ll make a fortune! We could buy new amps, new guitars…We could buy new band mates.
Violet: I like my guitar…and the band isn’t that bad. Just Turbo and Nitro. But the extra money sounds very nice.
Mary: We should have done this years ago. Do you want me to like…be at ringside?
Violet: Fuck no. I don’t need distractions.
Mary: Then I’ll pick you up later, I agreed to a date with a loser and don’t have an excuse to ditch him.
Violet: Tell him your hair caught on fire.
Mary: We’re here! Good luck tonight!
They pull into the parking lot.
Fade out.
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