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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 15:53:41 GMT -5
Dark Match #1 Ken "Shoryuken" Masterson vs. "Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez In a battle between two of the most popular lower tier wrestlers on Fallout, Masterson managed to run all over the Latin Lunatic, following a botched ring entrance that sent Lopez falling head first off the top turnbuckle. Shoryuken trapped Lopez in the corner with repeated palm strikes to the body, and backed away. Lopez immediatly lept to the top, and tried to jump in on Masterson, only to be roasted by a flash paper Hadoken to the face! Masterson covered for a quick pin, to obtain a much needed win.
Dark Match #2 Alexis Bijoux vs. Selina Taylor This match started out being all Alexis. Bijoux controlled the pace of the match with a headscissors based offence for most of the time, and got a number of near falls with some inventive hurricanrana variations, including a springboard swinging rana. Taylor, though managed to hit a quick A-OK for the win in the end.
Dark Match #3: Forces of Greatness vs. the Lost Boys The Lost Boys got a great response on their return, and looks very sharp(could they have laid off the drugs?). They actually took control early on, with Uriel even hitting a German suplex and THAT JAPANESE MOVE(Shining Wizard) on Danny Richards. Memnoch blasted Amo with the Goregasm(Corner Facewash Dropkick), but eventually dropped the fall when hit with a Double Driver from the FoG.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:18:14 GMT -5
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#1 Gran Dragon vs. "Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez
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#2 Handicap Tag Match Jack Jefferson vs. The Southern Smashers
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#3 Angelo Giovanni vs. Jim Rourke
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#4 Mixed Tag Match "Violent" Violet Cyrilla & Felix Santana Jr.(Santana Family) vs. Adrienne Frost & Mayor Quimby(Spanish Soldiers)
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#5 Fallout Television Title Damien King vs. OLYMPIA
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#6 Fallout Openweight Title #1 Contendership El Froggy Mask vs. Daniel Ness
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#7 Wolf Return Match Wolf vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint
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#8 ACW Rules Match: Fallout Openweight Title Skurai vs. Kabane
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This is a Halberd II Production…
ZOMG THURSDAY FALLOUT!!11!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:18:45 GMT -5
Segment: A Timely Opening (Credit: Senator) As Fallout opens up on its special live Thursday edition, Biff Taylor is seen standing in front of the ACW Arena, with a sheet of paper in hand, and two people standing behind him.
Biff: Welcome dudes and dudettes to Sat…er…Thursday Night Fallout! We got one hellava show put together for each and every one of you here tonight! However, thanks to the handsome man to my right here, the King of Vegas, Danny Mainer, I have here for all of you, a very special lil’ document straight from the desk of ACW’s very own Chairman Gingerdude! Yeah! It’s the results for Meltdown! Meltdown’s already been taped, but we’re live as a power line! So once I read this, all you got to do is tune in and turn on to Fallout, and throw away the remote! So, without further ado…
Biff puts on a set of reading glasses...which seems to be an act, as they seem to have no lenses.
Biff: Allright, in their opening match, some Japanese dude I’ve never heard of before beats a rookie, and that guy over there who actually likes the lame-o Cincinnati teams!
In the second match, dang it! Jack Fury and Brian Carnage lose to some Technically Superior jackasses…
Next, you’ll see two Senatorial Stable guys lose to Julio Rivera’s inferior bro, and Vince Hall, whoever that is.
From there, A guy named Sai…hah, that rhymes, a guy named Sai…yeah, a guy named Sai beats some guy who already retired…
Next, Gary beats Jonny Spade…
In a thrilling contest pitting ego against size, Victor Laureano’s ego wins out, when he beats that one guy who’s taller than Colossus over there…
And next, the Mafia Omega Shooter Dude, Johnny Hughes, well, OoOooooh Noooooo! He loses to RDK!!!
And, in your main event on Meltdown, anyone who’s dumb enough to watch that show will see….drumroll, please….
Mainer does a mock drumroll with his hands, while the other person, who can’t be fully made out due to a baseball cap angled over his face just stands there.
Biff: IN YOUR MAIN EVENT….THEIR MAIN EVENT, TOP DRAW BREAKS FLOWER POWER’S WINNING STREAK!!!!!!!! HISTORY IS MADE!!!!! And I’m just messin’ with all of you, since Flower Power never lose. They win, of course. Yes, Flower Power win another tag match, FLOWER POWER WINS….oh man, what a surprise there! So there, that’s all, folks, enjoy the show…wait on cutting off…I got one more thing. ACW, I not only stole your results, I stole something else of yours. Standing here to my left, pull the cap up…yes, I stole your referee, Jacob Jones! Mr. Jones is now our head referee here on Fallout! Have a great time, and keep it tuned in here to Fallout!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:20:23 GMT -5
Match #1: Gran Dragon vs Pablo Lopez (credit: Jonny Hughes, Gran Dragon)
Fallout fans are seeing a lot of new faces recently and their anticipation is building at the upcoming debut of Gran Dragon, a man held in high regard by the likes of Dave Meltzer, he is rated as one of the top rudos in Mexico but due to his cocky nature he never made it. Suddenly from the curtain out steps Aaron Rodriguez, the English-speaking manager of the lucha star Gran Dragon,Rodriguez is sporting a high quality tailored suit with a gold tie the trademark colour of his client, his slicked back hair glistens in the stage lighting, the crowd are unsure what to make of Rodriguez and he is met with a distinctly indifferent reaction. Rodriguez waits patiently for silence, when the crowd begin to quiet down he slowly raises the mic to his mouth.
Aaron Rodriguez: Las señoras y los caballeros, permiten que introduzca a mi cliente, la característica más caliente de la lucha hoy, toda la manera de México que él es Gran Dragón....and for those of you without the benefit of speaking Espanyol, Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my client, the hottest property in wrestling today,all the way from Mexico he is Gran Dragon.
As Rodriguez speaks the last two words Gran..Dragon the lights sharply turn down, and over the speakers comes the theme "Mexico City March". The drum beat of the intro plays alone for a brief moment until the guitars kick in and the lights begin to alternate yellow and green in time with the beat of the music. Aaron Rodriguez, turns to the entrance way and stops. He pauses a brief moment, then raises his arms in celebration as the Gran Dragon makes his way down the ramp. Gran Dragon is walking with a quick, determined pace as in one leap he makes it to the apron, and in another he makes it into the ring. Rodriquez manages to place himself in the ring with considerably less grace. Gran Dragon raises his arms while Rodriquez kisses his feet before leaving the ring, leaving Dragon to shower abuse on the fans closest to ringside. Dragon then taps on Rodriguez's shoulder and Aaron puts the mic to the lucha's lips.
Dragon: Estoy aquí demostrarle los bichos que he perfeccionado un estilo de lucha que me da el borde, yo estoy aquí educarle que el libre del lucha es el mejor estilo de lucha en el planeta.
Rodriguez: Again for those of you who don't speak Spanish my client is saying to you vermin that he has perfected a wrestling style that gives him the edge, Gran Dragon is here to educate you that lucha libre is the best wrestling style on the planet.
As Rodriguez speaks Dragon nods in agreement, the fans quickly realise that Dragon is an arrogant person and they understand the reason's behind his release from CMLL.
Rodriguez: So let me officially introduce you to the man Mexico was too SCARED to have, and the star that Japan could not afford - and the REAL main event of this show....Gran Dragon.
The fans loudly boo the duo in the ring but they are interrupted by Ted Nugent's Free for All, out from the curtain steps The Latin Lunatic Pablo Lopez who is announced by Iris Yoon as the East Texas Champion, he slides into the ring and removes his sombrero and poncho, he looks over to Gran Dragon who is having his shoulders rubbed by Rodriguez who is also discussing tactics in Spanish with his client, the opening bell rings and Rodriguez steps out of the ring.
Lopez and Dragon slowly begin to circle the ring their eyes fixed on each other they quickly tie up the center of the ring but break quickly as neither could maneuver themselves into an advantage, they tie up again, this time however Gran Dragon snaps off an impressive arm drag that takes Lopez by surprise, he gets to his feet and offers his hand to Dragon in a test of strength, Dragon accepts the test but Lopez tricks him and hits a very sloppy armdrag in which Dragon lands hard on his shoulder, he rolls to the outside and slowly rotates his shoulder trying to shake off the knock he just received Rodriguez rusher round to his client and begins rubbing his shoulder and again begins speaking tactics to his client as Hispanic referee Jessie Reynolds begins counting him out in Spanish, Lopez then sees the opportunity to try a Tope Atomico he bounces off the ropes and dives over the ropes and hits a somersault plancha unknown to Gran Dragon who is facing the crowd and muttering inaudible Spanish insults at them, luckily for him Lopez hopelessly over shoots his move and ends up in the crowd, Gran Dragon looks mystified by the failure of this move and sees this chance to get some offense in, he drags Lopez over the crowd railings and hits him with a hard chop to the chest that knocks down the latin lunatic, he then picks up Lopez and positions him for a DDT, instead of simply dropping him down he jumps and springs off the ring apron using it to hit an innovative jump swinging DDT on Lopez, Dragon then notices that Reynolds' count is up to Seises which is apparently six in Spanish, Dragon rolls into the ring to break the count, he notices Lopez is slowly reviving on the outside and elects to hit a picture perfect Asai Moonsault on Lopez, the crowd clap at this beautifully executed move as Gran Dragon rolls Lopez into the ring. Dragon then attempts to pin Lopez
1....
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Shoulder up by Lopez before the 3, Gran Dragon gets annoyed by this and slaps Lopez in a fujiwara armbar, he begins to torque the arm of Lopez who grabs a nearby bottom rope forcing Dragon to release the hold, Dragon then picks up Lopez who begins to fight back hitting forearms that are more like elbows to the head of Gran Dragon, Lopez then hits a sloppy clothesline that merely stuns Gran Dragon, Lopez then attempts a Spingboard Tornado DDT but misses the ropes when he attempts the springboard part and ends up crotching himself on the middle rope much to the suspended delight of the fans at ringside who laugh at Pablo. They then turn to see Gran Dragon ascending a nearby turnbuckle, he waits for Lopez to turn to face him before hitting a beautiful Plancha Suicida (a corkscrew armdrag). Dragon then waits for Lopez to rise and runs off the ropes at his, he dodges a wildly thrown clothesline and rebounds off the ropes hitting Lopez with La Vuelta Del Dragón, wasting not time he immediately locks the move into his finisher el Mutilación De los Ganados. Lopez tries in vain to escape the hold but eventually succumbs to the pain and taps out.
Iris: Here is your winner by submission Aaron Rodriguez then snatches the mic from Fallout's regular announcer and smiles.
Rodriguez: Nothing personal senorita but i and only speak on the behalf of Gran Dragon. Rodriguez then clears his throat and is sporting a rather large grin
Rodriguez: Las señoras y los caballeros aquí son su ganador por la sumisión, mi cliente Gran Dragon, Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner by submission my client Gran Dragon
Rodriguez holds his clients hand up in celebration as they stand triumphantly in the ring as we cut to commercial.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:21:26 GMT -5
Title: OLYMPIA FTW (Credit: Stark)
“The time? Any time! The place? Any place! We join our hero OLYMPIA as he sits in his invincible mountain fortress, pondering the deep thoughts a traveler of the cosmos is prone to thinking.”
Olympia, just a little gaudier than normal, just a little more poorly animated than one would expect, stood with his arms crossed and two fingers resting on his masked chin. The background was penciled in and somewhat shoddily painted in, though he himself seemed just a little bit more stylized and muscled than one would expect if they’d seen him wrestle before.
“Suddenly, the red alarms flashed!”
Sensing danger, OLYMPIA immediately hit the big red button that happened to be the only one on the panel for the large blank monitor, and it flickered immediately to life to reveal the concerned faces of two children. Their hair was spiked up in unnatural ways, their huge glistening eyes welling up with tears, the scene behind them one of devastation. Buildings toppled in mere frames from the super-powerful rays shooting in from off-screen, and OLYMPIA stood in his most heroic pose with his hands resting confidently on his hips upon seeing his two young friends, Mindy and Jimmy.
“OLYMPIA! OLYMPIA! The evil Baron Von King is destroying the city! You have to stop him!”
He flashed them his most breathtaking thumbs-up and cut transmission, rushing to his rocket car and leaping in before firing up the engines and tearing off down a long poorly lit tunnel. He shot out a ramp as heroic music played in the background, sailing into the sky as his craft grew wings for no reason and streaked toward the horizon.
“OLYMPIA streaks toward the next fight, but will he arrive in time to defeat the evil Baron Von King? ONLY TIME WILL TELL!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:22:30 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. The Southern Smashers (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
We open with Fallout announcer, Iris Yoon already positioned in the ring and the Fallout fans going wild, having already witnessed one great match tonight they are expecting to witness another.
Iris: The following match is a Handicap Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 455lbs, Rich Richardson and Evan Dixon…The Southern Smashers!!
Generic Southern guitar hits the speakers as the focused-looking Southern Smashers enter through the curtains, Evan Dixon leading the way. They ignore the fans, clearly intent on gaining some pride after both losing singles matches to their opponent for tonight, and slide in the ring before staring intensely up the ramp, waiting for Jefferson to emerge.
Iris: And their opponent, he hails from Manchester, England and weighs in tonight at 207lbs…‘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 as the fans boo him profusely. 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.
With Jefferson still posing for the jeering fans Evan Dixon and Rich Richardson waste no time getting the match started; simultaneously charging forward and holding their arms aloft in triumph as they send Jefferson tumbling to the floor outside.
Bell Rings
Rich and Evan climb out of the ring and drag Jack to his feet. Evan strikes Jack with a punch to the face, causing Jack to stumble towards Richardson who repeats with a punch of his own. Evan and Rich continue to punch Jack back and forward between them until the referee reaches an 8 count when they roll him in and slide in themselves. Richardson climbs out onto the apron and takes hold of the tag rope while Evan covers Jefferson, receiving only a one-count.
Dixon propels himself off the ropes as Jefferson rises to a vertical base, knocking him straight back down again. Dixon drags Jefferson over towards Richardson, making the tag but keeping Jefferson grounded until Richardson enters the ring. Dixon then lifts Jefferson up for a Scoop Slam, promptly smashing him down on Rich’s outstretched knee. Richardson then runs, bouncing off the ropes, and returns at pace to Drop an Elbow on the solar plexus of Jefferson before dragging him to the centre of the ring and confidently locking in a Rear Chinlock. Jefferson grimaces in pain as Richardson expertly applies pressure, an assured smile on his face as he senses that he and Evan are in control of the match. As once again he ups the pressure, Jefferson throws a fist into his face, causing him to loosen his grip which allows Jefferson to bring him over with a Snapmare, leap energetically to his feet and target a Dropkick on Richardson’s lower back.
Jefferson drags Richardson to his feet and sends him sprawling back down to the canvas with a powerful Knife-Edged Chop, sending a loud noise echoing throughout the arena and causing the audience to wince loudly, feeling Rich’s pain. However, Rich rises quickly to his feet and delivers a chop of his own; unfortunately it only staggers Jefferson who is able to, once again, send Richardson to the mat with a vicious chop. Again, Rich rises quickly to his feet but is unable to hit a chop of his own before Jefferson knocks him to the mat for a third successive time, adding a little more redness to his chest. Once again Rich reaches his feet shortly after being chopped, however this time he is assisted. Jefferson whips Richardson across the ring and ferociously chops him as he comes hurtling back, propelled by the ropes. As Jefferson connects with the chop to his chest, Richardson’s legs buckle beneath him and his momentum causes him to continue across the ring, skidding to a halt.
Unfortunately for Jefferson, and to the delight of the fans, Rich comes skidding to a halt at the feet of his partner, Evan Dixon, who is quickly tagged in. Dixon charges at Jefferson like a freight train, however Jefferson manages to hit him with a Knife-Edge Chop, using his momentum to send him sprawling to the mat. Seeing his partner tumble, Richardson also charges at Jefferson who manages to spin quickly and lift up Rich into Ura-Nage, instantly driving him down onto his knee, punishing his opponent’s rash charge with a Ura-Nage into a Backbreaker which causes him to roll out of the ring, clutching his spinal column in pain.
The fans cheer as Dixon takes down Jefferson with a Back Body Drop, penalizing Jefferson for keeping his attention on the illegal man for too long. He follows up by repeatedly stomping on the head of the squirming Jefferson, who he then drags to his feet and drives back into the corner with a series of blows to the head. Once he has Jefferson in the corner he spins him ‘round and smashes his head repeatedly into the turnbuckle. He lets go and allows Jefferson to flop down to the canvas, covering him and hooking his leg. The referee counts to 2 ¾ before Jefferson musters the strength to kick out, annoying Evan immensely.
Evan drags Jefferson to the centre of the ring and drops an elbow on his solar plexus, making a tag to Richardson who cockily takes his time entering the squared circle. This proves to be a big mistake as it allows Jack Jefferson to catch his breath. He leaps up and takes Richardson over with an Armdrag. He takes him down with another Armdrag as Rich gets back to his feet. Jefferson hauls Richardson up onto his shoulders, he holds him there momentarily before bringing him crashing down onto his knee, hitting a Rack Backbreaker. With his momentum building, Jefferson doesn’t let up, once again targeting the back of his opponent with a Catatonic Backbreaker. He smirks as he drags Richardson cockily to his feet, holding his hair. He positions himself behind Richardson and hits him with a Half-Nelson Lift Backbreaker, causing Richardson to yelp in pain. This brings a large sneer to the face of Jefferson, showing sheer contempt for his opponent who struggles to his feet only to be hit with a Double-Underhook Backbreaker which sends him writhing around the ring in pain.
Suddenly, Jefferson leaps into the air and twists to hit Dixon with a Wheelkick that sends him flying off the apron. Now movingly with sheer confidence, Jefferson drags Richardson to the centre of the ring and locks in a High Elevated Crab. Jefferson smirks as he applies pressure to the back of Richardson’s which he has targeted. Outside the ring, Evan Dixon is slowly trying to fid his feet but with every moment that passes his partner comes closer to tapping. After 15 seconds he manages to find a vertical base but it is too late as Richardson taps as Dixon dives into the ring. Unfortunately for the Southern Smashers, Richardson’s body is contorted so he was facing the other way.
Iris: And your winner via submission…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
Jack rolls quickly out of the ring and strides hurriedly up the ramp. His facial expression suggests he has just completed an easy task as we Fade to Black.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:23:04 GMT -5
Title: OLYMPIA FSI (Credit: Stark)
“We rejoin our hero as he flies toward imminent doom, surely Baron Von King will be more than a match for the Lord of the Lariat! Let’s watch!”
As the poorly animated landscape stretched below him, OLYMPIA clicked “autopilot” on the flying rocket plane car’s dashboard and wasted no time in leaping out into the air. His cape fluttered MIGHTILY as he went, he landing on the ground with a mighty impact just in time to keep a falling tower from crushing the tiny lives from Mindy and Jimmy. They cheered in almost falsetto voices as he flexed for no reason, they explaining to him that the dastardly Baron Von King was destroying the peaceful city with his SCEPTER OF DESTRUCTION. OLYMPIA rushed off immediately! He rushed through the rubble of a gajillion buildings looking for his erstwhile foe, and he suddenly came upon him just as he was revealing his master plan!
“Nyah hya hya! If I destroy these buildings OLYMPIA is sure to come to the rescue! Then and only then can I use my new weapon, the Golden Belt of Zeus! I’ll destroy that meddling hero with a single lightning bolt and then I WILL RULE THE WORLD! NYAH HYA HYA!”
He was interrupted, of course, by the almighty OLYMPIA bursting through a wall and posing mightily! His look of shock was replaced by the most evil grin he could muster, He super-muscular and wearing nothing but a speedo and a golden crown with the addition of the large golden belt with a lightning bolt down the middle of the faceplate. He held his Scepter of Destruction aloft and ordered his minions to attack, and they spontaneously appeared, jesters with cloth of purple and red!
They converged on OLYMPIA but he would not be conquered by mere minions, he taking one by the foot and throwing him into another!
POW!
Another went down with a flying kick, he turning and bringing another down with a Lariat!
BONK!
The final jester was no trouble as well, he being brought low with an earth-shattering palm strike!
FACE!
His minions defeated, the now-nervous Baron Von King flexed his mighty muscles and gave his villainous speech.
“Nyah hya hya! Now you face me, OLYMPIA, and I will not be defeated so easily!”
He held his belt and a bolt of lightning arced from in, but OLYMPIA crossed his foearms to block it! An explosion of light erupted, OLYMPIA trying with his mighty might to block the attack, and he succeeded in deflecting it away to destroy a 30-story building behind him. He flew through the rubble and delivered a flying kick to Baron Von King’s face, the Baron no-selling it like he was Da Man and backhanding OLYMPIA into a wall!
OLYMPIA rose unsteadily, but made a gesture with either hand in a Y signal before touching two buttons on his belt. He suddenly turned white, Baron Von King drawing back in fear.
“Oh no, NOT SUPER OLYMPIA! AAAAAH!”
SUPER OLYMPIA defeated the Baron with a single mighty blast of his wrist cannons! As the Baron flew through the air he cursed his manxome foe roundly, saying “I will retuuuuuurn!…” before sailing into the sky seemingly forever.
“Once again, OLYMPIA succeeds where mere men would fail! There will be more foes, more crises to avert, but for now the world is safe once more! Tune in to see the adventures of OLYMPIA, same OLYMPIA time, same OLYMPIA network!”
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:23:44 GMT -5
Fallout Match: Angelo Giovanni vs. Jim Rourke (Credit: Kudo)
Iris: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City…”The Italian Stallion” Angelo Giovanni!!!
RJ Fisher: Angelo has had some big shining moments in ACW, of course also affiliating with the Senatorial Stable in his heyday, and now here he is in Fallout, lighting it up once again.
“Citizen Erased” by Muse starts up in the arena as the man himself, Angelo Giovanni shows his face and is not shy about appealing to the fans on his way down to the ring. Before his feet touch the mat, “Watch Your Words” by Alterbridge interrupts and the fans turn their attention back to the top of the ramp.
Iris: And his opponent, weighing in at 330 pounds, Jim Rourke!
Dean Bardo: They call this man the three hundred pound behemoth, but Angelo is by no means a lightweight. This should be a good contest.
At the opening drumbeat, silver sparks resembling rain fall from the monitor and ceiling. Rourke comes out wearing a long, hooded white robe, and walks down, greeting the fans on both sides. Before he gets in the ring, he stands on the stairs and crosses himself. He steps in the ring, lowers the hood and flips the Su-Fi, emitting an explosion of white sparks from the turnbuckles to the astonishment of the crowd.
RJ Fisher: Where’d this guy get the money for that entrance?
The referee checks both men as they prepare themselves in their corners.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Angelo is the aggressor from the start, hitting some chops to the chest of Rourke but Rourke himself answers with some big shots, dropping some right hands to the head of Angelo. Rourke, the more powerful of the two men gains the advantage and finishes off the attack with a standing clothesline. Angelo gets back up quickly, but Rourke is able to level him once again with a stiff fist to his face. Angelo backs up and as Rourke leans in to land another strike, Angelo ducks it. Rourke turns around and gets caught with some forearm shots from Giovanni as the crowd gets louder with each succeeding strike. Angelo uses his momentum and unleashes a big discus lariat on the big man, taking him down.
RJ Fisher: Angelo Giovanni now looking to gain the momentum of this match.
Angelo picks Rourke back up by his hair and quickly applies an early Glock Lock cobra clutch submission hold. Jim fights it harder and harder until finally he is able to overpower Angelo and break the hold by sheer power. Rourke turns back around and catches Angelo running towards him and he hits his Prophet Slam. (tilt-a-whirl side slam) Rourke stays on top for the cover but only gets a quick 2 count. Rourke can see that his quick Prophet Slam knocked the wind out of Angelo and he begins to stalk Angelo from the corner, waiting for him to get back up. The fans are watching closely, as Angelo indeed pulls himself up and turns around. Rourke explodes from the corner of the ring and goes for a spear but Angelo smartly rolls out of the way, sending Rourke flying into the turnbuckle. Angelo pops back up and points to his head confidently, showing his use of smarts in the match. Rourke is not happy however, and as he gets the time to turn back around, he receives an original chin flick courtesy of Angelo to the enjoyment of the crowd.
RJ Fisher: Angelo Giovanni letting Rourke have it here! Dean Bardo: Rourke is a very strong, mentally spiritual man, we’ll see if he lets these mind games get to his head.
The crowd eats it up as Angelo gains a bit of confidence now. Jim Rourke shakes his shoulder out before tying up with Angelo in the middle of the ring. Rourke twists into a hammerlock but it is quickly reversed, and the pressure begins to apply to Rourke’s shoulder again. Angelo uses a free arm to hit some clubbing blows to the back of Rourke’s head, but at the same time, he loses his firm grasp on the hammerlock, and Rourke is able to dodge the last blow and convert it into a big belly to back suplex. Rourke heads for another cover, and again it only gets a 2 count. Rourke picks Angelo back up and signals for the end as he hoists Angelo with stunning strength above him. Rourke tosses Angelo up a few inches and catches him, looking for a Commandment Driver, but Angelo uses his last bit of energy to grab onto Rourke’s head and drops him on the way down with a DDT counter!
RJ Fisher: Wow, a great counter! Rourke has a big mental game, but it might have just taken a big hit there!
Angelo flops down on the mat after impact and is unable to cover for the pin, but he does have more life in him and beats Rourke to his feet. Angelo is willed on by the fans as he bounces off the ropes and hits a big Mafia Kick straight across Rourke’s face. Rourke does not go down after the impact but Angelo hits the ropes again and unleashes another sliding Mafia Kick. This time Rourke stumbles back again, the crowd swaying along with him, and Angelo finishes the job with a Gettin’ Whacked superkick straight into Rourke’s chin, toppling his opponent. The fans go crazy at the flurry as Angelo drops for the pin.
one……….. ………………………………two
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:24:03 GMT -5
………………………………………………………………………………no!
Rourke kicks out and starts to shake his head, trying to get back into the mix of things but Angelo does not let up on the offense. He picks Jim back up and sets him up between his legs. Angelo lifts, but Rourke’s weight prevents him from getting all the way up. Angelo tries again to no avail.
Dean Bardo: That 300 pounds is starting to make a difference here.
Angelo tries one more time and gets surprisingly high, as the fans all expect a big finish, but Rourke proves to be too much to handle, and he comes falling back on his feet. Angelo hastily switches into a Traumatic Twist (Siakalypse) to a big reaction from the crowd. He goes for a pin but Rourke shows his resilience now and gets a shoulder up. Angelo is getting desperate now and pulls himself onto the turnbuckles in the corner and leaps into the air for a Mama Mia leg drop. Rourke however somehow finds a way to roll out and Angelo drops right onto his backside. Rourke grabs onto the ropes, still showing obvious signs of fatigue but he catches an adrenaline rush and clotheslines Angelo down once, twice…three times!
RJ Fisher: Angelo’s feeling it now! Dean Bardo: Rourke can’t have much more left in his system after that rush of offense from Angelo though.
Indeed it is true, and Rourke begins to slow down quite a bit, but at the peak of his comeback, he sets Angelo up and lifts him into the air looking for his Straight Edge finisher, but Angelo angles himself and lands behind him. Rourke turns around and catches another superkick into the chin. Rourke almost falls over but Angelo hits a Stun Gun and sends Rourke into a groggily state. Angelo is working on his last bit of strength and fighting fatigue as he bounces off the ropes and one more time hits a big Mafia Kick! Rourke crashes into the mat and Angelo is not far behind as he drops for the cover.
RJ Fisher: That Mafia Kick sent shockwaves through Rourke’s body, it’s got to be over!
One…… …………………………………..two! ………………………………………………………………………..three!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Iris: Here is your winner, “The Italian Stallion” Angelo Giovanni!!!
The referee raises Angelo’s arm before he rolls out of the ring and gets cheered on by the crowd behind him.
Dean Bardo: It was a good close match like we expected, and one that was mostly an exhibition of offense, Angelo Giovanni takes this one.
-Fade Out-
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:24:48 GMT -5
Segment: Madness (Credit: Yoko)
At the moment…We’re in the rafters of the building. The Reaper and the Cremator are brawling up there randomly.
Cremator: I’M GOING TO CREMATE YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!
He grabs the Reaper by the throat and lifts him for a chokeslam over the rail to the ring…50 feet down. But the Reaper kicks him in the shin on the way up, saving himself. He runs, having decided this height is too dangerous.
And that’s when the Cremator points his finger at the fleeing Reaper, and rafter-pyro around him goes off with a loud bang. The Cremator smiles and begins to laugh.
But when the smoke clears, The Reaper is not there. Cremator quickly frowns, but acts as if it was not wholly unexpected. He growls and makes his way to an exit.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:25:27 GMT -5
Match: Felix Santana Jr. and Violet Cyrilla vs. “Mayor” John Quimby and Adrienne Frost (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen, the follow match is mixed-tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… Santa Domingo in the Dominican Republic… Please welcome Felix Santana Junioooooooooooor!
“Gasolina” hits and Felix Santana Jr. comes out to the cheers of the Fallout fanbase. He plays to the crowd and waits for his partner to enter at the top of the aisle.
Iris: And his partner… From Philidelphia, Pennsylvania… Please welcome the number one contender for the Fallout Women’s Title… “Violent” Violet Cyrillaaaaaaaaaaa!
”Paranoia Attack” hits and Violet walks down to the ring to a similarly loud pop from the Fallout crowd. Felix tries to get her attention and pump her up for some action-packed tag team wrestling…but he really can’t seem to get her attention. After all, she’s just here to fight and make money, not to make a new friend. He even goes so far as to hold the ropes open for her, but she simply looks at him like he’s stupid and enters the ring herself.
Dean Bardo: Both Ms. Cyrilla and Felix Santana Jr. are professionals. However, other than that, they could not be more different. Ms. Cyrilla has a no-nonsense brawling style, whereas Felix Jr. has an awe-inspiring lucha libre style. It will be interesting to see how they meld as a team. From the look on Violet’s face right now, I have to guess that they won’t do too well.
R.J. Fisher: You won’t see anybody quite like these two on that other show.
Iris: And next… Now residing in Mexico City, Mexico… Please welcome “The Mayor” Jooooooohn Quimby!
“Invasion” hits and Quimby comes out to a very negative reaction from the Fallout fans. This is mostly because they realize that he’ll probably be gone for a long stretch of time after this appearance. Lord knows, he’s never stuck around long at all. He doesn’t let the crowd get to him and waits for his partner.
Iris: And his partner… From Boston, Massachusetts… She is the Fallout Women’s Champion! Please welcome “The Dominatrix From Hell” Adrienne Froooost.
“Cherry Lips” hits on the Fallout sound system and Adrienne comes out to a…surprisingly positive reaction. This reaction doesn’t really make sense to viewers until they remember that her victor over Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson is still fresh in the minds of Fallout fans. She quickly emerges with her signature bullwhip in one hand, and her precious title around her waist. She doesn’t acknowledge the reaction from the fans, nor does she seem to be aware of the very existence of her partner. She simply walks down to the ring if it were a singles match-up.[/i]
Bardo: Ms. Frost is receiving a rather positive reaction from the fans thus far, and it is easy to see why. How could anybody give a negative reaction to a woman who easily defeated the best that our competition had to offer?
Fisher: Defeated? She didn’t just defeat him; she dominated him. She made the tiger look like a little kitten. She is simply amazing!
The two make their way to the ring mostly separate and take their corner. At this point, there’s some confusion over who’s going to start the match. Violet and Adrienne want to square off right away, as does Felix Jr. and Quimby. Finally, the referee takes charge and declares that Felix and Quimby should start he match.
Bell Rings
Quimby immedietly starts the match by plowing forward and taking Felix Jr. down to the mat with a thunderous running side axehandle. He drops to the mat and locks in a side headlock. The purpose of the move if to keep the high-flying Felix Jr. grounded, and to hopefully drain some energy out of him early on in the match. Once Felix Jr. starts to makes some headway towards getting out of the move, Quimby releases his hold and attempts to pound Felix back down with a series of forearm smashes. These only manage to spur Felix on, and he eventually starts returning the attacks in kind. The two trade licks until Quimby starts to lose control, then he Irish whips the younger Santana into the ropes. Quimby goes to monkey flip his opponent, but Felix Jr. handsprings over onto his feet. Felix immediately runs into the opposing end of the ring to gain momentum, and he comes back towards his opponent only to have “The Mayor” hit him with a beautiful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Immediately following the impact, he hooks Felix’s leg for the
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KICKOUT!
Bardo: That was a fascinating exchange by two hated enemies. The blood feud between the Santanas and The Spanish Soldiers is well documented and it looks like we will see another classic chapter in this feud tonight.
Fisher: What an exchange! I can only imagine where this match is going from here. Don’t touch that remote! Call your friends and tell them to turn it to this historic episode of Fallout!
Following the kickout, “The Mayor” goes to tag his partner. Adrienne looks rather uninterested in the match thus far, but obliges. She immediately scales the top rope and waits for Felix Santana Jr. to get to his feet. Once he does, she comes off the top with a beautiful missile dropkick that only causes the fan to cheer for her more. She stands over Felix Jr. and basks in the cheers for a second…then she shoots backwards and hits Violet with a face shattering back elbow. Violet is caught completely off guard by the attack and the flies off the apron. This seemingly unprovoked attack causes the fans to go into a booing frenzy, and this causes “The Dominatrix From Hell” to openly laugh as she chokes the fallen member of the Santana family with the heel of her boot. Violet instantly gets to her feet and tries to charge the ring. She’s not about to take such a blatant cheap shot sitting down. However, the referee does his best to keep order and after a bit of a struggle stops her from entering the ring. All the while, he doesn’t notice that Adrienne has kept her illegal choke on far too long.
Bardo: It seems that the one-sided love affair between the fans and Ms. Frost has come to an end.
Fisher: That referee is lucky that Violet hasn’t belted him with one of her legendary right hands or else we’d have to get somebody out here to revive him.
Adrienne, having had her fun, tags Quimby back into the ring and is seemingly content with letting him do most of the work. He enters the ring, climbs to the middle rope, and comes off with a diving forearm smash. The move hits it’s mark and he makes a crossbody pin for the…
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:25:52 GMT -5
SHOULDER UP!
The crowd pops loudly for Felix Jr.’s refusal to quit, and Quimby hooks the leg in an effort to get the pin on the second try. The referee is in position, and he brings his shoulder up for the…
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Again, the crowd pops loudly for Felix Jr. and he begins to get a surge of adrenaline from their cheers. Feeding off of their energy, he gets up to his knees. “The Mayor” blasts him with a straight right hand to his forehead, and it cuts him open. Felix fires back with a left, absentmindedly puts his right hand on the newly opened cut, and then looks at his bloody fingers. The sight of his own blood sends him into a frenzy! He fires back with a series of rights and lefts. Quimby is surprised by the fury in which his opponent fights back. He gets some distance away, and then charges back forward with the side axehandle like earlier. Felix Jr. ducks it at the last second, gets up to his feet, and blindly grabs Quimby’s head for a neckbreaker. At the same time, Violet begins to clap, trying to get Felix Jr. to come her way for the tag. This is uncharacteristic of her, and it may be that she has been inspired a bit by Felix Jr.’s fighting spirit. Then again, it probably also has a lot to do with the fact that she wants to get her hands on Adrienne.
Bardo: The younger Santana desperately needs to make a tag. Every second he is in the ring, that cut from his forehead is going to drain him more and more. If he doesn’t make the tag now, then the match may be lost for his team.
Fisher: I just want to see what happens when Adrienne and Violet get in the ring together! Those two have been at each other’s throats on and off for months now!
Felix Jr. is the first to come to his senses, and he quickly crawls over to Violet to make the tag. Adrienne doesn’t wait for Quimby to make the tag…she gets into the ring and waits for Violet to come to her. She doesn’t wait long, because Violet barrels towards her like a freight train. The crowd pops as Violet unleashes one of her lightning fast knock-out punches, and the groan as Adrienne manages to duck it. Adrienne keeps moving, so not to be hit by one of Violet’s punches. She runs against the ropes and comes off into a tilt-a-while headscissors on Violet. In mid-air, she tries to lock in the Domination(Christo), but Violet quickly pushes her off before she can get it locked in. Adrienne lands directly in front of Violet, stunned by the way she was tossed aside. With her target in clear view, Violet rears back and
BAM!
Violet delivers a right punch that connects just at the chin…although it doesn’t quite connect at it’s intended target. At the last second, Adrienne managed to duck and Violet planted the person that was standing just behind Adrienne. The unlucky victim was “Mayor” John Quimby, the legal man in the match. He was leisurely resting in the corner as the two fought, and became the unlucky victim of a rather intense punch. He crumbles to the ground as Adrienne gives the stunned Violet an open-handed slap before sliding under the bottom rope. The referee checks Quimby to check if he’s conscious, and quickly calls for the bell when he sees that he’s not. Adrienne calmly grabs her title, and walks to the back as the bell rings, and the official announcement is made.
Bardo: Well, it appears as if Ms. Cyrilla has won the match, but Ms. Frost made sure that it was a very hollow victory. This match also offers no closure in the ongoing feud between the Spanish Boys and The Santana Family.
Fisher: Both these exciting feuds will continue on Fallout! What a match! I thought we’d finally get to see Adrienne get knocked the fu—
Bardo: The most surprising thing about that was the fact that Ms. Cyrilla seemed a little out of her element while fighting Ms. Frost. She knows how to throw punches, but Ms. Frost seems like she’s well aware of how to counter that advantage. Only time will tell if her adaptability will be able to counter Ms. Cyrilla’s pure power.
Bell Rings[/i]
Iris: Here are you winners by way of knockout, Felix Santana Jr. and “Violent” Violet Cyrillaaaaaa!
The referee raises Violet’s hand and Felix Jr. does the same. He tries not to get blood on his one-time partner while doing so. Violet doesn’t stick around for long, as she walks to the back with purpose in her eyes. She’s no doubt heading after Adrienne.
Felix Jr. is about to leave the ring, when he notices that “Mayor” John Quimby still isn’t moving. Wanting to add an approtiate exclamation point to his victory, Felix runs forward and baseball slides Quimby right out of the ring. He then spends the rest of the time celebrating as the show goes into a commercial break.
Fisher: Talk about adding insult to injury!
Bardo: And so the feud between the Santanas and The Spanish Boys heats back up! I know we will miss a lot of it here on Fallout, but you cannot blame me for wanting them to let it spill back over here every so often. It is a shame to let Puerto Rico have all the fun… With that, we’re taking a short commercial break!
Fisher: Don’t you dare change the channel!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:26:11 GMT -5
Segment: Skurai Speaks! (Credit: Senator)
The camera comes back to a near pitch black room. As the cameraman tries to adjust for the poor lighting, a sudden burst of flame in front of him clears things up. No, it’s not the Cremator, but the Openweight champion, Skurai!
Skurai: Hmph, back on Thursday night. Not bad, gives me fuzzy memories of ACW and stuff. Yeah, ACW. That group that wants to kill my title, and the fed it belongs to. The fed I’ll belong to next week, when I sign the papers, officially. See, Fallout gave me the opportunity when nobody else at their level would. I don’t trust Biff, not always, but he’s surely easier to deal with than Ginger. At least Biff’ll take you head on, instead of jerking you around this way and that. I may not like him, and rest assured, I still want to get him in that ring, and hit him with a Lobotomizer…but I respect him more than that little pipsqueak over on ACW.
Skurai throws his scarf back off his face, to look into the camera with an intense stare.
Skurai: But tonight, that’s not what really matters. What really matters, is that I face an opponent for my Openweight Championship, for my gold. I face a dreaded foe from my past, a powerful opponent that took me to my limit. Yes, I am speaking of…Kain, no, Bane! Wait, I mean, Kabane!!! And I face him under the rules of ACW. An ACW Rules match. The most horrible, unmentionable match of all time. Last time we faced, we tore apart a mall, and ACW paid the bills we incurred. Tonight, we face in the ring. Who will pay the bills when I break your head this time, Kabane?
In a flash of light, Skurai disappears once again, into the darkness, as his torchlight is doused.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:26:36 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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Segment: Drinkin Boyz... Meet Angelus! (Credit: Hitman)
We cut to the backstage area of Fallout. Walking the halls are none other than Ben Drinkin, Afternoon Drinkin and Selina Taylor, who listens to Stone Sour on her iPod as she walks.
Ben: "Wow, it's been quite a feud tonight, eh?"
Afternoon: "All this hype over ACW vs. Fallout... and we still don't have a match! We've been working our asses off at the gym for weeks and we still don't have a match! The last action I got was being fed to Leon Chase, Jonny Hughes and Logan Locke! The last action that you got was with Selina last night!"
Ben and Selina stop dead in their tracks and slowly turn to the big man from Newfoundland.
Selina: "Y-you mean...?"
Afternoon: "Yeah, that's right..."
Ben: "You caught me, Selina, Ken Williams and Jason Daniels playing Frustration?"
Afternoon: "I did. That damn popping dice got on my nerves so I just turned on some Motley Crue and put it on full blast."
Ben and Selina then smile at each other and embrace, locking lips with one another. Afternoon simply folds his arms and chuckles, shaking his head softly. The Drinkin Boyz and Selina then continue down the hall until they finally reach their locker room. They slowly open the door and Selina lets out a scream of terror as a big man wearing a hooded robe is shown in the darkness, staring at five candles on a small coffee table. Selina clutches to Ben as suddenly the lights flick on.
Voice: "Did we scare you? A thousand apologies."
The three Newfoundlanders turn and jump, startled by the man they just encounter. He wears a black skull cap with goggles, a white mask covering his face and a three piece suit. He approaches them as Selina looks on, nervously.
Man: "Forgive us, we did not know this locker room was yours."
Ben: "But... the nameplate is on the door!"
Man: "Yes, well, I myself did not see it and neither did Angelus over there..."
The figure in the robe turns his head to see The Drinkin Boyz and Selina. He turns his head back, blows out the candles and stands to his feet. He whips around and pulls off his hood, revealing his green mask.
Man: "Ah, well, my name is Magnum Steele, manager for Angelus Kincaid."
Angelus acknowledges the three as Mangum shakes the reluctant hands of Ben, Afternoon and Selina.
Selina: "Well... it's nice to meet you and if our paths cross again, we'll be there to help you out."
Magnum: "We would appreciate the help. But for now, we must be off. I hope we did not bother you. Angelus, come."
Angelus nods to the three as him and Magnum leave the Drinkin locker room. Ben turns to Afternoon.
Ben: "Looks like you got some competition for Fallout's resident giant around here..."
Afternoon chuckles and punches Ben softly on the arm.
Afternoon: "Whatever..."
With that said, Afternoon shuts the door behind him and Ben and Selina go over to the couch and snuggle up with each other.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:27:24 GMT -5
Match: Fallout Television Championship Damien King vs. OLYMPIA (Credit: Hitman)
We come back from the commercial to see Iris in the ring, trusty microphone in hand.
Iris: “This match is for the Fallout Television Championship! Introducing first…”
Iris looks down at her card… and has to check to make sure that this ISN’T a mistake. She shrugs and goes forth with her announcing duties.
Iris: “Well, um… Introducing the challenger, from the 5th Dimension, he is OLYMPIA!”
The arenas lights go out. The intro to "Through The Fire And Flames" begins on the house speakers, golden strobes and a huge golden mask dominated by a black star in the middle of the face flashing onto the JumboTron flicker to the beat of the drums. As the song begins in earnest, OLYMPIA takes the stage. He is wearing a golden cape with white on the in-side, and he pauses to pose with both fists touching one another over his chest. He goes down the ramp, slapping every hand put in his direction all the way around the ring before climbing the stairs and jumping in over the top rope, climbing the opposite turnbuckle to signal to the crowd once more.
Iris: “And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the current Fallout Television Champion, he is DAMIEN KING!”
“Bodies” by Drowning Pool hits and the crowd cheers as Damien King walks down to the ring with his Television title draped around his shoulder, he rolls into the ring and poses with the belt over his head. He then waits for the bell to ring.
Bell rings.
Damien doesn’t know what to make of his opponent. Does he treat this match as a joke? Does he take OLYMPIA seriously? Whatever the case, Damien wastes no time in locking up with OLYMPIA. He goes from behind with a rear waistlock then lifts OLYMPA up and slams him down to the canvas before going over into a grounded front facelock. OLYMPIA stands up from the technicality of Damien and throws him to the canvas with an arm drag. Damien gets back to his feet and catches OLYMPIA with a clothesline… to which OLYMPIA backflips to the canvas, face first. The crowd cheers on OLYMPIA’s offense as Damien doesn’t quite understand.
Nonetheless, OLYMPIA instantaneously gets back to his feet only to be taken off his feet with a drop toe hold. Damien drops a forearm across OLYMPIA’s lower back which causes OLYMPIA to suffer a selling seizure of sorts. Damien mouths “WTF?” before rolling OLYMPIA over and pinning him for a two count. Damien picks up his wacky opponent and whips him off the ropes. He scoops up OLYMPIA and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam… but instead of staying down, OLYMPIA just gets back up and charges towards Damien, connecting with a picture perfect dropsault. The crowd cheers on OLYMPIA as he makes the cover for a two count.
OLYMPIA then stands up, pumping up the crowd. Damien stands up and takes a European uppercut to the chops before being taken down with a Fisherman’s suplex for another two count. OLYMPIA keeps his offense going with a few dozen knife edge chops to Damien’s chest, followed by an Irish whip into the ropes. However, Damien manages to reverse it as he thinks about a clothesline. OLYMPIA ducks under and springs onto the second rope, thinking of the (drum roll) SPACE FUSION CANNON! (end drum roll) But Damien ducks and OLYMPIA hits the canvas, rolling to his feet. The crowd cheers the athleticism but once he turns around, Damien catches him and nails the first of the Rolling Blockbuster Suplex Series. Two more, with the third one being a pinning suplex, and Damien manages to pick up the 1-2-3.
Iris: “Here is your winner and still Fallout Television Champion, DAMIEN KING!”
“Bodies” hits and the crowd applauds Damien as he grabs his title and holds it up high, proudly showcasing it to the fans. He exits the ring and goes up the ramp, high-fiving the fans he passes. In the ring, the fans are still cheering for OLYMPIA and he takes a moment to bow to the fans for their support.
Fade out.
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