|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 2, 2006 20:41:50 GMT -5
Dark Matches
Dark Match #1: "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson vs. Rich Richardson Janson appeared, now wearing Masahiro Chono-ish long black tights, and without the Glamour Boy gimmick. He cut a short promo claiming to now be the "Corporate Idol," and challenged anyone in the back to take him on. Rich Richardson accepted(and was already booked for the match), and immediatly took Janson off his feet with a doubleleg takedown into mounted punches. Janson seemed to panic for a moment, covering up his face, but then caught a punch, going behind his opponent, and locked in the Full Janson, his scissored full nelson hold, and got the win.
Dark Match #2: D-Train vs. Everyman & Mark "The Axe" Miller D-Train looked strong in this match, and dominated much of the action, but it was also clear that the Dwight Gym team was showing a ton of growth, with the Axe countering the Trip to Death Row into a crucifix pin, nearly netting a three count about half way through. The end came when Everyman missed a Workmans Comphensation big boot kick, and was blasted by a McMichaelson Express axe bomber. Before the Freight Train could connect with a followup Patriot Tackle, Miller lunged over the top rope, kicking him in the head. McMichaelson stumbled into the grasp of Everyman, who planted him with the big boot, and immediatly locked on the Union Lock, his Anaconda Vice variation. Before Thomas could make the save, the big man tapped out, in a clear upset! The Axe looked very impressive once again, and should be appearing soon on television, if management has a clue.
Dark Match #3: OLYMPIA vs. Diego Santana The informal debut of OLYMPIA on Fallout went well for the masked wrestler, but it didn't seem that way at first, with Diego sending him flying out of the ring with a single knife edge chop. Santana was on the offence for most of the match, connecting with his Flash Fire swan dive stunner, and a crossarm suplex. However, the match shifted in momentum when OLYMPIA was turned inside out by a Santana uppercut shotei palm strike. OLYMPIA immediatly sprung back off the mat, and hit not one, not two, not even five, but ten consecutive straight arm palm strikes in a row, the last one being a huge rope rebound shotei. OLYMPIA collapsed on his opponent for the three count, getting a huge win for his first time in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium. The fans and management were both very impressed, and reportedly, OLYMPIA will be the recipiant of a title shot in the near future.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:35:56 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------
#1 Jack Jefferson vs. Evan Dixon
--------------------------------------------------------
#2 The Shambles(Mark Madison and Libertines) vs. Ex. Neo Revolution (Franchi$e and X-Treme Kid)
--------------------------------------------------------
#3 Fallout Womens Champion Selina Taylor vs. Adrienne Frost
--------------------------------------------------------
#4 Fallout TV Title Damien King vs. Gary
--------------------------------------------------------
#5 Stan H. Johnston vs. Demolisher Hugh Daniels
--------------------------------------------------------
#6 Fallout Tag Titles Forces of Greatness vs. Mystery Team
--------------------------------------------------------
This is a Halberd II Production…
ARE YOU ASKING FOR A CHALLENGE?!?!??!?!? Good, Because It’s Fallout Time!
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:36:42 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, Biff Taylor is seen standing outside the main doors of the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, with a large "Fallout: The Fastest Hour on Television" banner behind him.
Biff: Welcome to Saturday Night Fallout, the Fastest Hour on Television, dudes, and dudettes! The Biffmeister has one hellava card to present to you all tonight! We have the Forces of Greatness here and ready to defend their titles against a team of my choosing! We have Adrienne Frost defending her brand spankin' new Womens title, we have Damien King defending his Television Title, the Shambles making their deubt, and so much more! Now, I have been informed by certain individuals that I may no longer refer to other wrestling companies here on this show, or I face severe consequences. I suppose that I must adhere to this rule, or Fallout goes kaput.
Biff: But oh well, we know who we are! We’re the fastest hour on television, and the best wrestling company in the world! We might be slimmer and trimmer roster wise, but we promise that we make the best use of those people that we have! So then, since this is the fastest hour on television, I think it’s time to get to that action, pronto!
Fade Out
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:37:03 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Evan Dixon (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
Iris: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Richmond, VA and weighing in at 240lbs…Evan Dixon!!
Some generic Southern Guitar music hits the speakers and Evan Dixon walks out to a chorus of cheers from the fans. He smiles and walks confidently down the ramp and rolls into the ring, standing up and staring with focus up the ramp, waiting for Jefferson to appear.
Iris: And his opponent, from Manchester, England and weighing in at 207lbs…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
‘The Next Episode’ by Dr Dre hits the speakers and is instantaneously joined by a score of boos. Out of nowhere, Jefferson slides into the ring behind Dixon who is still focused on the unflinching curtains as the fans boos increase in volume. Jefferson smirks as he realises that Dixon is totally at his mercy. Instead of attacking Evan from behind, Jefferson coughs loudly to attract the attention of his opponent, which works.
Bell Rings
Jefferson grins at the shocked expression of Evan Dixon and makes a ‘bring it’ gesture with each hand, showing his experienced opponent no respect. Dixon, not taking too well to being disrespected charges at Jefferson. Unfortunately for Dixon, this is exactly what Jack had counted on as he leaps into the air, rotating quickly to connect with a well placed Wheel Kick to the temple of Dixon. As Jefferson’s foot connects, Evan Dixon crumples and goes limp, clearly unconscious at the hands of one of Jefferson’s many varied finishing moves. Jefferson covers; however, he pulls the lifeless head of Evan Dixon off the mat on the two-count, shaking his right index finger at the referee before standing and climbing out of the ring. He makes his way over to Iris Yoon’s position, demanding the microphone from her, which he receives. He rolls back into the ring as the referee reaches a six count, making his way over to the motionless figure of Evan Dixon. Smiling sadistically, Jack Jefferson crouches down and holds the mic to his lips.
Jefferson: Listen to me you retarded, inbred, Southern hick! Challenging me was the biggest mistake you could have ever made. You’re nothing to me, I took you out the instant I wanted to and I’m capable of doing that whenever and wherever I wish!
The fans interrupt Jefferson with a torrent of boos, which Jefferson simply ignores.
Jefferson: So, to prove a lesson to you I’m going to destroy you here tonight in front of all these dim-witted, web-footed, lazy ingrates. They don’t appreciate me, instead they boo me but after what I do to you tonight they will be forced to respect me!
Once again the fans release a deluge of boos on the arrogant Jefferson who regains his feet. Jefferson turns to face the referee and raises the microphone to his lips.
Jefferson: Wake him up. Pour water on him, do whatever you need to…I don’t care. I want that son of a bitch to be awake when he experiences the worst beating of his life.
Referee Cliff Mortimer leans through the ropes and gives instruction to a nearby production team member, who speaks quickly into his headset. After a moment’s pause EMTs burst through the curtain at the top of the ramp and race down to the ring. Meanwhile, Jack Jefferson is lay calmly across the turnbuckle, using the top rope to his left as a leg rest and the one to his right to support his upper-body weight, which is placed on his arms. The EMTs revive Evan Dixon in the centre of the ring by using smelling salts. As soon as Dixon begins to move, Jefferson lowers himself down from the turnbuckle and makes his way across to Dixon, sending the EMTs scurrying out of the ring. Mortimer signals for the bell to be rung again to signify what should be a proper start to the match.
Bell Rings
Jefferson drags Dixon to his feet and whips him into the ropes, taking Evan over with a Japanese Armdrag as he is returned by the ropes. Dixon smirks, and on one knee he slaps his chest with both hands and holds out his arms with his middle and index finger, and thumb on each hand forming a gun-like gesture. As he rises to his feet Evan Dixon charges at him from the corner, sending Jefferson tumbling backwards with a Running Cross-arm Thrust to his chest. As Jefferson regains his base, his cocky smirk changes to an ugly grimace as once again he gestures with both hands for Dixon to ‘bring it’. This time, Dixon is taken down with a Drop Toe Hold, smashing his face into the bottom turnbuckle. Jefferson propels himself off the ropes and drives his feet into the head of Evan Dixon with a Running Dropkick. Jefferson drags Dixon into the centre of the ring and covers, only managing a two-count.
Dixon is immediately dragged to his feet by a frustrated-looking Jack Jefferson who chops him viciously on the chest, sneering as he hears the loud noise made by his hand connecting with Dixon’s chest. He chops him thrice more before knocking him down with an Enziguri. With Dixon on the mat, Jefferson sprints towards the corner, hitting a Moonsault off the first rope; he then leaps back to his feet, hitting a second Moonsault off the second rope; for a second time Jefferson springs back to his feet and leaps to hit a third and final Moonsault off the top rope, consequently completing the Trifecta. He covers but once again is only rewarded with a two-count.
Jefferson angrily finds his vertical base once more, pulling Dixon into a seated position and propelling himself off the ropes to hit a Shining Wizard. However, once more Jefferson’s arrogance gets the better of him as he climbs onto the turnbuckle and slaps his chest with both hands and holds out his arms with his middle and index finger, and thumb on each hand forming a gun-like gesture; once again showing the jeering fans his trademark pose. Consequently, this allows Evan Dixon to regain his feet and compose himself, also permitting him to drag Jefferson down from the turnbuckle, picking him up in a trademark Vertical Suplex. Regrettably for Dixon, Jefferson escapes his grip and lands on the apron. Dixon advances on Jack but receives a thumb to the eye for his trouble. Dixon recoils, clutching his face and when he turns around Jefferson twists, leaping to springboard off the ropes and hit the 720 DDT. He covers and receives the inevitable three-count.
Iris: And your winner via pinfall…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
The fans boo noisily as Jefferson climbs onto the turnbuckle and slaps his chest with both hands and holds out his arms with his middle and index finger, and thumb on each hand forming a gun-like gesture. He glances back at the fallen figure of Evan Dixon and smirks, climbing out of the ring and rooting around under the ring. After 5 seconds of delving, Jefferson pulls out a chair wrapped in barbed wire with a sadistic smirk painted across his face and slides back into the ring.
Jefferson places the chair between the centre of the ring and a corner before dragging Dixon to his feet. He hauls Dixon over to the corner and sets him up so he is laid out across the turnbuckle; Jefferson climbs to the second turnbuckle and lifts Dixon up so he is in a Fallaway Slam position. Jack allows another smirk to cross his face before flipping backwards and hitting the Fallway Moonsault, driving Dixon’s back into the barbed wire chair. Jefferson rises to his feet, smirking and looks as if he is going to continue the attack on his defeated opponent.
However, he notices Rich Richardson racing down the ramp and instead decides to make a hasty exit as we fade to black.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:37:33 GMT -5
Segment: Jonny Spade? Entertaining? Bullshit. (Credit Dan Mainer)
It’s a cold winters night outside the Fallout building, a faint sound of a motorbike is heard, the crowd pop in the background expecting Biff Taylor, but they’re sadly mistaken, his bike sounds different, anyways, this bike sounds more like a super bike than a Harley Davidson. Attack by System of a Down blares out loud enough for the world to hear. The bike comes in to view, it’s a 1996 Kawasaki ZX9R Ninja.
Bike is heavily outdated but it’s a classic, and it’s treasured. The bike cruises down the road, you can see straggles of hair coming out of the back of the helmet, the rider is wearing black suit pants, black casual dress shoes, a white shirt with black bicep bands and a pinstripe sleeveless shirt with the chest open, and his helmet is black with blue thunder, red fire and light beams streaking around it..
People know already who it is, but they’re not certain. The biker sees that the parking lot is the opposite side of the building and there’s a big line forming, not too keen of the prospect, he cruises across the lawn.
Biker: CYA LATER SUCKERS!!!
The biker quickly dodges an imposing pillar, which a second later he would’ve crashed into. He continues across the grass, tearing it up under his tires. He soon reaches the superstar parking lot, he hops off his bike and takes out the keys, he throws them into the air and catches them with his arm high in the air.
He stuffs them in his pocket and walks towards the backdoor, he takes off his helmet revealing who he obviously is, Danny Mainer. He walks up past a woman at the reception area, completely ignoring her.
Woman: Excuse me sir? Who are you?
Mainer: The King of Vegas, who else?
Woman: I’m sorry but our computer system does not recognize you. What’s your full title?
Mainer: *sigh* Daniel, Nathan, Ricard, Mainer. Blame my parents, horrific name.
Woman: Nope, you’re not recognized on the computer.
Mainer: Listen lady, human error are the words you’re looking for, whack my name into the ACW database, you should know I *sigh* lost to that big ole no-brain Hitman and that child of Satan, Rena Matheson. Now, would you kindly let me through before I seriously lose my temper?
Woman: OOOOH! IT’S YOU! I’m so sorry, you’re not recognized as a Fallout wrestler.
Mainer: I thought I’d skip Fallout but after getting my ass kicked by Rena and Hitman I realized that I need to brush my skills with a fine pick, so here I am. Oh and no autographs.
Woman: Why would I want an autograph? You’re an awful wrestler.
Mainer: You might want to take that back before I go “Alabama Man” on your face.
Woman: Alabama Man?
Mainer: Do your homework on Alabama Man, then we’ll talk. Anyways I’m going to see that moron you call your boss, AKA Biff Taylor.
Woman: He doesn’t take kindly to that kind of attitude.
Mainer: And I don’t take kindly to YOUR attitude but you don’t see me complaining.
Woman: OK fine whatever.
Mainer walks past and up a set of stairs nearby, he’s in the office corridor. He walks down the corridor until he finds the one he’s looking for. It’s got a big “Biff Taylor” logo on it. He takes 10 steps back and then charges forward, he dropkicks the door, crashing through it landing on Biff Taylor’s floor, the door broken.
Taylor stands right up and his face turns into anger.
Taylor: HEY! What the Hell are you doing to my door you moron?
Mainer: Making an impact?
Taylor: More like trying to take the damn door of it’s damn hinges. Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in here?
Mainer: I’m Danny freakin’ Mainer, soon to be winner of the Zane Landers tournament, and the man who’s gonna help your show, if you hear me out.
Taylor: Why should I listen to you?
Mainer: Because I hold a key to something which you treasure sacred. Which you desire more than anything, which you long for.
Taylor looks slightly confused.
Taylor: Which is?
Mainer: The downfall and untimely destruction of ACW’s flagship shows, Warfare and Heatwave, paving way for Fallout to become the dominant show.
Taylor’s face goes blank, Mainer’s read him like a map and he’s pretty worried about it.
Taylor: Oh really? Why should I listen to a chump like you?
Mainer: I can see it in your eyes, you want to see Gingersnaps face when you break this business and turn Fallout into the already, but not seen by the public, superior show. Now you can listen to me or you can lose your opportunity to take Fallout to the next level.
Taylor sighs and wipes sweat from his head/
Taylor: Fine. What do you want? And what’s this “key” you mention of.
Mainer: Alrighty, glad you’re finally seeing my way.
Taylor: Don’t rub it in.
Taylor sits back in his seat as Mainer pulls a chair from the edge of the room. Mainer turns the chair around and sits on it backwards.
Mainer: Alright, to business. Johnathan Spade, Entertainment Champion. He shouldn’t have the Entertainment Title, because Jonny Spade as long as the universe remains a sane place, Entertainment and Jonny Spade will never make sense used in conjunction. Now, you may be wondering what Spade has to do with my plan.
Taylor: And you’d be right.
Mainer: I don’t know how pissed he was when he said it but he offered me a title match. You must be pretty boozed up to wave a title at Danny Mainer. Fallout’s Saviour is here, and when you offer Danny Mainer a title shot, chances are you won’t get the belt back. Understand Biff?
Taylor: Listen kid, I’ll take your offer under advisement, I never thought I’d say that, and while you may be backtalking Spade now, you should know something. He’s a tough sonnuva’ ***** and he knows that ring like it would seem you know me. Now get the hell out before I throw you out kid.
Dan turns around and leaves the room quickly before Taylor makes good on his threats and shuts the door behind him.
Mainer: Idiot.
Fade Out
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:37:51 GMT -5
Segment: Putting in the Hours (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
We open with a close-up on the large clock overlooking the Fallout arena, the intricate hands showing that it is another three hours before the show is scheduled to begin and at least two before any fans will be able to take their seats. However, the ring is already occupied by ‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson. Lay in one corner of the ring is a gym bag with a white towel lay on top and a water bottle lying next to it. Jack, wearing plain tracksuit bottoms and a ‘Fastest Hour on Television’ t-shirt (available throughout the show in the lobby area), is currently centre-ring doing push-ups. After completing what appeared to be an easy 100 Jack rises to his feet and stretches his arm and shoulder muscles, the lack of strain he appears to have put upon himself is simply a testament to his awesome physical conditioning, before walking over to the corner and taking a few refreshing gulps of water.
He then drops the bottle to the floor and begins throwing kicks and punches, fighting with his shadow. Evidently, Jack believes that training in the ring will help him know exactly where he is during every second of his matches in relation to the ropes, etc. He continues throwing kicks and punches at a furious rate for around five minutes, his body twisting and turning as he does so, while looking in complete control of his movements. He stops, pausing for a second to take in a few deep breaths, allowing his chest to rise and fall quite dramatically before returning to the bottle of water and taking yet more gulps, before once again discarding it.
Now Jack climbs onto the turnbuckle, sitting on it so he faces out to where the audience would be, and hooks his legs so he can hold his body weight as he allows himself to flop backwards. To put it simply, Jack has set himself up in a Tree of Woe. Grunting he tenses him stomach muscles, using them to haul him back to a sitting position. He completes the exercise another 50 times before rolling backwards off the turnbuckle, landing on his feet. He walks towards the corner once again, takes a few swigs of water and empties the remaining contents over his head. He then opens up the bag and takes out a grey hooded sweater and pulls it over his head, thus preventing the problem of letting his muscles cool too quickly as he steps into the air-conditioned corridors of the Fallout arena. Wiping the water off his face with the towel while turning on his iPod and placing the headphones in his ears, Jack zips up the bag and allows the towel to rest on his muscular shoulders. Allowing his head to nod slightly he exits the ring via the gap between the top and middle ropes and walks up the entrance ramp, through the curtain and into the back.
Fade to Black
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:38:16 GMT -5
Match: The Shambles vs. Franchi$e/XTK (Credit: Hitman)
We come back from commercial to see Franchi$e and XTK in the ring. For a while, it doesn’t look like anyone is coming. Franchi$e celebrates, thinking his opponents were too scared to show up… until XTK and him are taken out with forearm shots from behind. The Shambles are then seen, standing over the fallen Fallout trainees.
Iris: “Um… and their opponents, Libertines and Mark Madison, The Shambles.”
The Shambles receive a good pop from the Fallout crowd, mainly due to their sneak attack on Franchi$e and XTK, who is now positioned up on the top turnbuckle. Libertines also ascends to the top rope and prepares for a superplex. Madison then approaches Libertines and puts him on his shoulders. The Shambles then fall back, connecting with a big superplex on XTK. The crowd pops for the double team as Franchi$e staggers up to his feet. The Shambles nod to one another then high-five before Libertines gets Franchi$e in position for a brainbuster. Madison perches himself on the second rope then leaps off, spiking Franchi$e’s head into the canvas with The Killa. Libertines covers Franchi$e for the easy 1… 2… 3.
Iris: “And the winners of this contest, The Shambles!”
The Shambles celebrate as we go to a break.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:38:36 GMT -5
Segment: Lilly’s Training: Day 1
“Don’t take the counsel of your fears.” –Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson[/i][/color]
The scene open inside the bowels of the ACW Arena, of all places. A ring is set up where one normally sees it every Monday and Thursday night. However, it’s not the exact same ring. It’s a tad smaller, and actually looks a great deal more worn than ACW’s regular ring. There used to be some sort of letters in the center of the ring, but they’re faded to the point that they can’t even be intelligently guessed at, much less accurately deciphered. The ropes look like they’re pretty loose, but they may be just tight enough to get the job done. Taking all of this into account, it’s easy to surmise that it’s been used on and off for a decade or more.
The arena itself is rather eerie when it isn’t filled to the brim with screaming fans. The slightest noise echoes into a loud roar. The empty seats give the illusion that everything is really a lot smaller than it normally looks. Even the air itself seems inexplicably different without all the electricity that the fans bring in each week. To say it simply, the arena is cheerless and overly sterile.
This is where Lilly Rouge agreed to meet Sakina Khalida for some training earlier in the week. Neither woman is a stranger to the ACW Arena, but wonders how they actually got both access to the Arena, and a ring to work with put inside of it. Considering the fact that ACW and Fallout are in the midst of a “Cold War,” it seems strange that they’d be able to get the necessary clearance and help to succeed in such an endeavor. This is something that Lilly actually wondered about on the way to the Arena, but it quickly left her mind as the butterflies in her stomach began to multiply. Right now, as she stands in front of a decidedly stern looking Sakina Khalida, she’s the most nervous that she’s been in quite some time.
Sakina quickly disarms her with a warm grin and an assuring voice.
Sakina: Alright Lilly, I’m glad that you made it here on time. Do you have any questions before we begin?
Lilly: Ummm, why all this? Like, I think we probably could have used Dwight’s Gym if we needed too.
Sakina continues to speak to Lilly as she checks the strength of the ropes. All the while she tries to assuage Lilly’s concern.
Sakina: Eh… I really like for my training sessions to be a little more…intimate. Besides, Dwight would try to overrule me ever chance he got if we did the training there, anyway. He means well…but I just don’t like for other people interfere in my student’s training.
Lilly: I guess I understand that…but won’t Chairman Ginger be mad?
Lilly’s voice becomes a tad shaky when she mentions Ginger. She hasn’t entirely forgotten the way he treated her a month or so ago…and she hasn’t completely forgiven him for his unwanted intrusions.
Sakina: I’ve actually already cleared all of this by him. How else to you think we got this ring in here? He’s trying his best to woo us away from Fallout, it seems. He doesn’t like how well the women’s division has went over, so he hopes that taking the two of us away will be the end of it. He’s quite the wooer…he gave me everything that I asked for. He’s even made sure that we have a few people on the premises just in case something goes wrong during training.
The last sentence causes fear to creep up the length of Lilly’s spine. It’s something that’s never occurred to her before. The thought of actually being seriously injured causes goosebumps to rise up on her dainty arms.
Lilly: Something goes wrong?
Lilly’s voice is tinged with worry, but Sakina quickly calms her fears…while explaining the natural risks involved with training.
Sakina: I guess I’ll start my first lesson then. It’s pretty simple. As much as I know you don’t want to, and as much as the thought of it probably scares you...you will definitely be injured sometime in your career. It may be five minutes from now, or it may even be five years from now. Whatever the case may be, it’s just a risk that you have to accept. You should always be as careful as possible, but you shouldn’t let your fear of getting hurt stop you from taking necessary risks, understand?
Lilly: Oh! I understand…it’s just that, like, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about while we train.
Sakina: You probably don’t, it’s just a necessary precaution, and an example of the Chairman trying to win us over from Fallout, I bet.
Lilly backs to the corner, sits down, and drapes her hands over the bottom ropes in a Ravenesque manner. Her signature adorable frown creeps across her face, and it’s very obvious that she’s pouting at the mere thought of going back to ACW.
Lilly: I don’t ever want to go back there. Ginger’s, like, too obsessed with my butt…he’d just make me his secretary or something else where I could wear a short skirt. That’s all he cares about.
Sakina: I’m not sure. I think I could probably negotiate a pretty good deal for the both of us… Especially considering my record when I last worked for him, and the improvements that you should show in the coming weeks.
Lilly: Like, you’re not seriously considering his offer, are you?
Sakina: I’m keeping our options open… Now why don’t we get started? We don’t need to waste the day talking about business. We can do that when we’re done.
Lilly quickly gets up to her feet and bounces around in a rather perky manner.
Lilly: Okay! I’m ready! Lets go!
Sakina walks over and the two lock together in a collar to elbow tie-up.
Sakina: The first thing we’ll do it the b—
Suddenly their training session is rudely interrupted by a familiar iconic tune coming across the arena sound system.
Risin' up, back on the street Took my time, took my chances Went the distance Now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to surv—
[/size][/b] Sakina gets out of the position and yells as loud as she possibly can.
Sakina: Turn that garbage off! I’m trying to train somebody here!
The music immediately stops before it can get going.
Voice Over The Sound System: The Chairman said it would help set the mo—
Sakina: I don’t care what he thought. You’d better stay back there and never interrupt my training again, or I’ll make sure to tell the Chairman that there’s no chance that I’ll sign. He’ll be very unhappy, and I don’t think I have to tell you what that would mean for you.
Voice Over The Sound System:…sorry.
The voice stops and finally Sakina turns back to the task at hand. She locks back up with Lilly, who’s a little startled by seeing Sakina so angry, and lets her know that they’re back on track.
Sakina: Now…as I was saying…
The two begin to train as the scene slowly fades to black.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:39:05 GMT -5
Segment: Pull-Apart Brawl (Credit: Hitman)
We cut to the locker room of The Drinkin Boyz and Selina Taylor. Ben is on the couch with Selina, who is rubbing her jaw after this past week's Women's Championship battle royal.
Ben: "I'm proud of you, Selina. You took it like a warrior and you got a title shot tonight for your efforts."
Selina: "Thanks a lot Ben. I really appreciate your support tonight."
Ben and Selina then move forward and hug each other. Just then, they hear yelling in the background.
Ben: "Huh? What's going on?"
The Canadian couple release from their hug and they move towards the door. They open the door of the locker room to see security (and Afternoon) holding Edgemaster and Punished Fox apart. Afternoon turns to Ben and Selina.
Afternoon: "I just saw them fighting and I called over security to split them up."
Ben: "Selina, you better get past Fox to go to your match."
Selina: "Right."
Selina plants a kiss on Ben's lips before she makes her way past the scuffle and to the curtain, where she prepares for her match with Adrienne Frost.
End segment.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:40:02 GMT -5
Match: Selina Taylor vs Adrienne Frost (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Fallout Women’s Championship. Introducing first, from Port Aux Basques, Newfoundland… Please welcome Selina Taaaaaylor!
"The Only" by Static-X hits and Selina makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. She enters the ring and jumps to the second turnbuckle, raising her arms to the fans.
Dean Bardo: Ms. Taylor is the third ranking contender for the Women’s Title. Which means she’s one of the only three women in the division capable of challenging the champion
R.J Fisher: She’s beautiful, and talented…I think she’s definitely a future Women’s Champion.
Iris: And next… From Boston, Massachusetts… She is the Fallout Women’s Champion…please welcome “The Dominatrix From Hell” Adrienne Frooooooost!
“Cherry Lips” hits as Adrienne Frost makes her way to the ring with a rather serious smile on her face and a glimmer in her eye. She has the new Women’s Title Belt placed firmly around her waste, and various fans try to steal a touch of it as she makes her way down the aisle. When she gets a few feet from the ring, she cracks her signature bullwhip, tosses it to the side, and climbs through the ring. She gives her belt a little kiss, hands it to the referee, and takes her corner.
Bardo: Fallout’s first Women’s Champion is simply amazing in the ring. She has an all around style that has a little bit of everything. Her submission skills have to be seen to believed, her aerial skills are a sight to behold, and she can just fight the old fashioned way if they throw finesse to the win in this match.
Fisher: You forgot to mention that she has a number of photoshoots available for viewing at newsstands everywhere! They’re simply amazing.
Bell Rings
The two women quickly circle each other for a few seconds and jockey for position. Selina makes a grab towards Adrienne, but she overextends herself. With on swift motion, Adrienne lunges forward and grabs Selina firmly by the ankle. Selina falls flat on her back as Adrienne seems to be firmly in control. Adrienne quickly tries to turn Selina over into a half Boston crab, but Selina kicks herself free before that can happen. With Adrienne stunned, Selina rolls backwards and gets some distance between herself and the Dominatrix from Hell.
Bardo: I believe this will be a very interesting matchup in Fallout’s budding women’s division. Adrienne Frost is a very well-rounded champion and Selina Taylor has all the talent in the world. I cannot really say who the favorite is.
Fisher: Oh, they’re both tremendous. This is definitely something that you can ONLY see on Fallout, the fastest hour on television!
The girls circle one another once again, and they quickly tie-up in the middle of the ring. Adrienne uses her size and power advantage to take control with a side headlock. Selina quickly pushes her off into the ropes and lunges forward with a surprisingly brutal clothesline. She hits Adrienne with such speed and force that both women go tumbling over the top rope and land on the protective mat outside the ring. The fans pop appreciably for the dangerous looking maneuver and the referee beings his count.
Bardo: A very stiff clothesline by the challenger.
Fisher: That’s quite a horrid fall! I hope they’re both able to continue.
The two women stagger to their feet, and Selina tries to take control by delivering a series of right forearms. Adrienne is still pretty stunned by the fall, and isn’t able to react as the stiff forearms have her reeling backwards closer and closer to the nearby steel post. After four consecutive forearms, Selina plays to the crowd for a pop and then she rears back for a big fifth forearm. As she brings it forward, Adrienne ducks out of the way, and Selina hits the post with all her might. Upon impact, Selina yelps out in pain as the crowd “Ooohs” and immediately bends over to cradle her right arm in her left hand. Adrienne uses this opportunity to snap suplex Selina right on the mat.
Bardo: Selina hit the ring post very hard with her forearm. It is possible that she may have fractured a bone. She followed up with snap vertical suplex and she will need to act quick with the referee’s count being at eight.
Fisher: It was a very nice suplex. You’ve got to believe that she’ll easily control the match now.
Adrienne rolls back into the ring and back out, breaking the referee’s count right at eight. She wastes little time in choking Selina with the heel of her boot, and the crowd boos her unsportsmanlike tactics. This is only worstened when Adrienne stops choking Selina, only to repeatedly kick at her wakened arm. Once she’s finished, and done her damage, she picks Selina up by her hair and slings her under the bottom rope. As Selina tries to get to her feet, Adrienne measures her up from the ring apron. Selina makes it to her feet with a little trouble, and Adrienne quickly springboards through the air with inimitable grace. She connects with a flying bulldog as the crowd boos despite the beauty of the move. Adrienne hooks the leg and attempts the pin for the.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Adrienne keeps a cool head, rehooks the leg, and attempts to gain the pinfall again. The referee wastes no time in slamming down his hand for the…
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT AGAIN!
Somehow, Selina pulls something from within herself and kicks out yet again. This causes Adrienne to nearly lose her cool, but she retains it by neatly locking Selina in an armbar submission hold, specifically targeting Selina’s weakened arm again. They’re near the middle of the ring, but Selina is close enough that she may be able to make it to the bottom rope if she puts up a bit of a fight.
Bardo: Ms. Frost has expertly applied an armbar, and it seems clear that she’s intent on working on Selina’s already weakened arm. If Selina has any hope of escaping and turning this match around, then she needs to make it to the ropes quickly.
Fisher: Do you see technical action like this anywhere else? No! Do you see aerial action like this anywhere else? No! Is there a more prestigious title in all of women’s wrestling? HELL NO! Excuse my language, but it’s the truth.
Selina screams in pain and struggles in the center of the ring for a few seconds. Adrienne, proving once again that she deserves the moniker “The Dominatrix From Hell” wrenches and twists her opponents arm as violently as she can, and this does nothing but further turn the fans to Selina’s side. A slow clap starts off at the back of the arena, and it quickly builds so that the entire arena is clapping in unison to cheer Selina on. Selina makes slow strides as the clapping starts up, but as it gets bigger and bigger, she moves faster and faster towards the ropes. Finally, after a seemingly long struggle, she grabs the bottom rope with her free arm. Adrienne doesn’t release the hold, and the referee beings to count her ever closer to losing via disqualification.
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
FI—
Just as the referee is about to finish his count and call for the bell, Adrienne releases the hold, and leisurely gets back to her feet. As Selina lays right under the bottom rope clutching her arm, Adrienne takes a moment to consider her next course of action. Once her plan is formulated, she walks towards and kicks Selina right under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Selina struggles to her feet with a little more trouble than before. She’s only able to pull herself up with her left arm, and it takes a lot of time for her to do it. She gets to her feet just in time to notice that Adrienne is coming over the top rope. Adrienne had sprung over with the intent of landing a plancha, but this plan is foiled when Selina springs out of the way just before Mistress Frost hits her target.
Bardo: Ms. Frost went for an ill-advised risk and Selina was able to get out of the way seconds short of impact. This may be just the opening that Selina needs.
Fisher: What an amazing splash it would have been though.
Bardo: Plancha, it was a plancha.
Selina realizes that while the fans are firmly behind her, she still only has one good arm at this point. If she’s going to win the match, she doesn’t think it will be on the outside…so, she slides under the bottom rope and simply waits for Adrienne to make the next move. “The Dominatrix From Hell” hasn’t taken that much punishment during the match thus far, and is rather quick to recover from her miscalculation. Just as she hears the referee’s four count…she looks into the ring to see Selina standing right in its center. She’s letting her right arm hand to the side, and even though she looks to be in a great deal of pain, she motions for Adrienne to “bring it on” with her left hand.
Adrienne enters to the ring, and the two immediately begin a heated exchange. Selina goes for a big forearm with her left hand, but Adrienne ducks out of the way. With Selina overextended, Adreinne attempts to exploit the opening by using a swift roundhouse kick aimed not at Selina’s head, but at her injured arm. Selina drops down to her knees and catches Adrienne’s foot with her left hand, spins her around, and nails her with a stiff clothesline. In the spur of the moment, Selina used her right arm for the clothesline, but the pain is of little concern to her as she makes the pin for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THR— NO! KICKOUT!
The crowd boos as Adrienne has the strength to kickout before three. Sadly for Selina, she doesn’t have the strength to properly follow up on the move and she spends a great deal of her time trying to get back to her feet. Selina wastes so much time that she only manages to get to her feet about the same time Adrienne does. The two waste little time in letting things head back up. They tie-up and Adrienne takes control with a textbook hammerlock on Selina’s injured arm. Selina doesn’t let Adrienne lock it in too long before she reverses her way out of it with a snapmare takedown. Selina tries to stand all the way back up, but Adrienne grabs her and flips her over with a seated fireman’s carry. With Selina down on her back, Adrienne tries to lock in her armbar again, but Selina is ready for it this time, and she rolls Adrienne up as quickly as she can.
ONE
TWO
THRE— NO!
Bardo: That was a very interesting display of hold and counterhold by these two women.
Fisher: Oh my goodness, it’s not even over!
Adrienne keeps her grip on Selina’s arm and uses Selina’s momentum to roll them both completely over, where she immediately locks in the fujiwara armbar to a surprisingly loud pop from the crowd. All the rolling that occurred during all the various reversals between both women has put Selina in a position where she can immediately reach the ropes, much to the frustration of Adrienne…who again prolongs Selina’s pain by keeping the hold on by bending the rules to her favor.
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIV—
Adrienne flirts with disqualification even more blatantly than she did before, but she releases the hold just an instant before the referee called for the bell. The referee has some very stern words for Adrienne, and he warns her that the next time he’ll disqualify her right away. Of course, Adrienne believes that a person of his status doesn’t have the right to talk to a Frost in such a manner. So, she turns her attention to yell at him, and in this second Selina creeps up from behind and hits the Newfoundland Knockout(Straight Jacket-Lungblower) to a simply huge pop from the crowd. The move is a tad sloppy due to her arm, but she executes it solidly enough, and she makes a tired pin as soon as she’s able for the
ONE
TWO
NEW CHAMPI— WAIT!
Adrienne shows her presence of mind by putting her foot on the bottom rope just a microsecond before a new champion is crowned. The fans collectively gasp, and Selina actually lets a rather loud curse slip from her lips.
Bardo: That Newfoundland Knockout is Selina’s finishing maneuver, and I’m very impressed that Adrienne was able to get her foot on the rope.
Fisher: Whatamove! What a match!
Selina gets to her feet first, for once, and uses what strength her right arm has left to left Adrienne up and Irish whip her into the nearby corner. She follows it in with a running knee to Adrienne’s gut, and then the ascends to the middle rope as Adrienne lays into the corner. She grabs Adrienne in inverted DDT position, and then she attempts for the always impressive inverted tornado DDT. Before she can move from her perch, Adrienne slips out of her grip, rakes her eyes, and tosses her from the middle rope towards the middle of the ring. Selina, surging with adrenaline rushes quickly to her feet, and begins to Adrienne…this is ultimately her undoing. Adrienne surges forwards and in a flash she locks in the Domination(Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors into an Armbar). It’s not by accident that the move is focusing entirely on Selina’s right arm as she slowly sinks from her standing position down to the mat. Selina tries to make it to the ropes, because she’s very close…but ultimately the pain of Adrienne violently wrenching her arm causes her to tap.
*Bell Rings*
Iris: Here is you winner by submission…and still Fallout Women’s Champion… “The Dominatrix from Hell” Adrienne Frost!
Bardo: This is a very impressive victory for Ms. Frost.
Fisher: You won’t see a match like this anywhere else! End of story!
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:40:28 GMT -5
Segment: Loss (Credit: Yoko)
Fade in…at a local bar. Violet and Mary Kane are there, drinking. Not out of sadness, but because they had a show there tonight. Or thought they did.
Mary: It isn’t like the guys to just no show a gig.
Violet: I was looking forward to this.
Mary: What do you think happened?
Violet: We could have used the money.
Mary: I didn’t think of that…Yeah, we need it!
Violet: We could have had a reasonable amount to goof off with. We’re going to need to tighten up the fund again.
Mary: You should get more wrestling matches, maybe try for that title again!
Violet: I’d love to knock that bitch out, but I think I’m done. I even used “moves.” I’m not up to that level of competition.
Mary: Then go for lower competition. You still get paid.
Violet: I’ll think about it. You ready to run off on these drinks?
Bartender: Pardon me?
Violet and Mary suddenly shoot up from the bar and bolt out the door before anyone can say anything else.
End Segment
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:40:44 GMT -5
Segment: Repent (Credit: Hitman)
We cut to a dark room illuminated with only candles and nothing but. A man wearing a black hooded robe is crouching down in front of a few candles, obviously thinking deep within his soul. He slowly looks up towards the camera to reveal his green stitch mask. All he says is one word:
"Repent."
A small smirk is seen beneath his mask as he slowly tilts his head back down into the darkness. The screen then fades to black. With that, these haunting words are shown to the camera.
"Angelus Kincaid Returns… Pray For Your Sins…"
End segment.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:41:02 GMT -5
Segment: D-Train's Not Derailed (Segment: Senator)
As the camera comes back on, "investigative journalist" Rich Marlowe is seen backstage with D-Man Daunte Thomas, and Freight Train McMichaelson.
Marlowe: Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist standing here in the backstage area of the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, alongside Daunte Thomas, and Steve McMichaelson, the former Fallout Openweight Tag Champions. Now, we've not heard much from either of you since your loss to the Forces of Greatness, that is, not until the news came out that you both were released from your Fallout contracts. So, why are you still here, if you're no longer with the company?
D-Man: Yo, dawg, tha D-Train is in da house, and it's always gonna be in da house! Yes, sir, we did ask to be let go from our contracts. However, that does not mean that we will not still pursue the Fallout Openweight Tag Titles, or even, other titles here. We're just going to do so from the outside, looking in.
Freight Train: Yeah! We needed to break our chains, and get some other damn experiences! Fallout's been good to us both, but we realized that if we only stayed here any longer, we'd fail to improve ourselves! Now, we can go where we want, wrestle who we wish, and when we do come back here, and yeah, we'll be back here, and we'll be ready!
Marlowe: That sounds nice, so, do you think that you could defeat the Forces of Greatness on a second try?
D-Man: No, not right now. See, we see that the Goodfellas, and the Santanas, and the Spanish Soldiers, and even the Lost Boys all no longer call Fallout their lone promotion. Tag competition here, wrestling an actual all out match perhaps once or twice a week, once for the tv show, if you're lucky and once in a house show, is not enough, unless you're the champs, and can demand high profile matches. Now, ask us that question in a month or two, and that answer, I guarantee ya, tha answer'll be diff'rent, dawg!
Marlowe: Thanks for your time, this is Rich Marlowe, back to you, Dean, R.J.
Fade Out
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:41:20 GMT -5
Segment: Vacation, All I Ever Wanted (Credit: Yoko / Rose)
The scene opens in Biff Taylor’s office. Biff is actually in the midst of doing lots of paperwork, and it’s always sort of strange to see him doing that type of work…he just doesn’t seem the type. His work is momentarily stopped as Adrienne Frost confidently strides through his office door. It’s only been a few minutes since she had her glorious victory over Selina Taylor, and she still manages to look stunning despite being obviously exhausted.
Biff: Yes Ms. Frost, do you need something?
Adrienne: Biff dear, I’m your premier champion and I think it’s time that you started treating me like it.
Biff: What do you mean?
Adrienne: For starters, I think it’s about time that I took a small vacation. I need a chance to relax and do a few of those photoshoots I mentioned before. I should get a great deal of exposure now that I’m the Women’s Champion, I’m sure. Seeing that this modest little company will benefit from the exposure a great deal, I do believe that it’s in your best interest to pay for my vacation.
Biff looks like he’s very seriously considering Adrienne’s offer. While this may surprise the fans, it doesn’t surprise Adrienne one bit. She’s used to having men wrapped around her finger, and Biff is no different.
Biff: Where would you want to take this vacation to?
Adrienne: I don’t particularly care. As long as it’s relatively exotic, scenic, and happens to be as far away from here as possible.
Biff: Hmmmm… How does New Zealand sound?
Adrienne: It will do just fine. I trust you will make the arrangements so that I can be there by tomorrow night, correct?
Biff: Yes. You’ll be on the very first flight out tomorrow morning, and we’ll have you back a little before next Saturday. You’ll be flown first class, of course. We’ve been able to save a heck of a lot of money by not touring, and we use it just on special occasions like this.
Adrienne: Well, Biff dear, you certainly seem to have your priorities in line. I think our business relationship will continue to blossom at this rate. Anyway, I shall leave you to make the necessary arrangements, good day.
Adrienne turns to walk out the door, confident that she’s gotten everything that she wanted. Then, Biff decides to throw a small wrench in her plans, just to show who’s in charge.
Biff: Oh Ms. Frost… One more thing.
This stops Adrienne in her tracks. She’s intelligent enough to realize that this means Biff is about to spring a trap.
Adrienne: Yes?
Biff: I hope you won’t mind being a part of a special cross-promotional event on ACW’s upcoming episode of Warfare. You’ll be booked in a special match against Chance Emmerson. You don’t mind, do you?
Adrienne keeps her cool, and surprisingly doesn’t explode at this bombshell of an announcement.
Adrienne: Oh, I do not mind at all.
Biff: That’s what I like to hear! Make Fallout proud!
Adrienne scoffs and walks through the door as the scene fades out to black.
|
|
|
Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 4, 2006 3:41:41 GMT -5
Match: Gary vs. Damien King (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Iris stands in the ring and waits for the signal to start talking. Once she does, she begins to speak.
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring he weighs in at 145 pounds….Gary!!
Gary walks out from behind the curtain as “Loser” by Beck plays on the P.A. system. He slaps hands with those in attendance at ringside and slides into the ring to wait for his opponent.
Iris: And his opponent he is Fallout’s Television champion, he weighs in at 200 pounds…Damien King!!
“Bodies” by Drowning Pool starts to blare on the P.A. system. After a few moments when the screaming intensifies Gary gets freaked out and at that moment Damien walks down to the ring. The crowd cheers for him as he slides into the ring and holds up the title for flash photography by the crowd. The music dies down and the lights return to normal. He gives the belt to the ref and he signals for the match to begin.
*bell rings*
Damien walks to the centre of the ring and Gary does so too in a cocky like manner that gets laughs from those in attendance. Damien, the taller one of the two, looks down to Gary and motions for him to throw a punch at his face. Gary looks around at the fans and then with all he has he winds up and….instead of throwing a punch at his face he instead goes for a dropkick to Damien’s legs which send him down to his knees. Gary makes his move to the turnbuckle of all places and starts to climb it. Damien is now on one leg but spots where Gary is; Gary jumps from the turnbuckle for the double axe handle smash but Damien is quick to react and gets to two feet, catches Gary in mid-air, adjusts his grip accordingly and then slams him down into the mat with a high impact spine buster, and in one smooth motion he goes for the pin, and as soon as it started the match ended for Gary since the ref counted 3 on Gary.
Iris: Here is your winner and STILL Fallout Television Champion….Damien King!!
“Bodies” starts up once again and Damien exits the ring with his TV title and walks up the rampway with smiles about how well his title defence went. Back in the ring the ref helps Gary out of the ring and tosses Gary over his shoulder and carries him out to the back, as the scene changes to backstage.
|
|