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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:27:48 GMT -5
Segment: A Special Training Day (Credit: Senator)
**Earlier Today**
As the scene opens up, the camera is seen in the Dwight Gym, with Iris Yoon and Tim Dwight in the ring.
Dwight: Ok, I know you’re a bit tired here, but I have a special surprise here for you. See, an old friend of mine is in town today, and he said that he’d be delighted to help train some of my students. I figured that you needed the most training, since you want to get back in the ring as fast as you can, so I put you first on the priority list.
Iris: Ok, that’s nice…but can I get a drink of water first?
Dwight: Sure, sure, I don’t want you to dehydrate before tonight, we all want our ring announcer to be in good shape.
Iris goes over to the water fountain, over by the door having to stand in line behind Franchi$e, as he chugs metric gallons of water.
Iris: Save it for the whales, I gotta get a quick drink here!
Franchi$e: Gluuuuuuug.
Iris boots Franchi$e out of the way…right into the door, which swings open into his face, and knocks him out.
??: Excuse me, I am extremely sorry…well, no, I am not, not with him.
Dwight: Senator Phillips! Thank you for gracing our humble little gym with your presence! I am honored to have you here!
The Senator: Sheesh, no need to go overboard there, Tim, so, who’s the student that you said I would be starting with?
Dwight: Right there.
Iris: Hey there, so you’re training me now? Name’s…
Senator: Iris Yoon, you seem to be quite enthusiastic with your announcing, but you never gave up that dream of getting into the ring to wrestle, did you?
Iris: Uh, no.
Senator: Good, since I will do my very best to give you a crash course in the art of fighting. I do not have much time, due to election stuff back in my home state, so we will have to go through this fast.
Iris: This going to be hard?
Senator: Up to you, I will not be a taskmaster, merely an instructor.
Iris: Same difference, way I see things.
Senator: So long as you listen, and do not slack off, I will aid you in making yourself better. You have to do the hard work yourself, though.
Iris: Why’s everyone got to tell me that around here? I just want to fight…
Senator: Of course you do, I admire that spirit that you have, you are not afraid to go out there.
Iris: So, we going to start now?
Senator: Sure thing, Miss, now, to begin with, I think that you could use a better finishing technique than that over the knee spanking…Dwight did teach you the fundamentals…so you should be well suited to…
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:28:15 GMT -5
Match #5: El Froggy Mask vs. Daniel Ness: Fallout Openweight #1 Contenders Match (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: The following match should be a true exhibition for two of the most dynamic individuals on Fallout!
Dean Bardo: El Froggy Mask is exceedingly popular, some say, for undue reasons, but nobody can deny that he can surely fly. As for Daniel Ness, he's Biff Taylor's new "chosen one," and is being groomed for a shot at the title. Ness is a pure technician at his best, but all too often, he gives into his violent urges, and has been known to destroy his opponents after the match is already over.
Fisher: Couldn't have said it better myself, Dean! The story behind this match is simple, as Daniel Ness, the current number one contender, has undertaken a trial series to better prepare himself for a match with the champion, Skurai. Former Television champion, El Froggy Mask demanded to take on Ness for that contendership, and seeing another opportunity to gain experience for his title match, Ness accepted!
Soon, Green Hornet plays as El Froggy Mask runs down to the ring.
Iris: Announcing first, in this match for the Openweight Title Number One Contendership, hailing from the Janitor's Closet, El Froggy Maaaaaask!
Next, Survival of the Sickest hits the PA system, as Ness makes his way down to the ring
Iris: Announcing next, the current Number One Contender, Daniel Neeeeess!
Ness and Froggy both stand eye to eye in the middle of the ring, neither giving an inch.
Fisher: The crowd here is on the toes of their feet in anticipation!
The bell rings, and Ness immediatly smacks Froggy in the face with a hard open hand. El Froggy Mask looks to the crowd both ways, before responding with an overhand chop to the chest. Ness holds his chest, and begins circling around his opponent. El Froggy lunges in, but Ness skillfully avoids the move, into a rear waistlock takedown, sending Froggy to the mat. The masked wrestler tries to use his leg strength to get to his feet, but Ness controls him, shifting weight and position to keep Froggy grounded on the mat. Froggy finally rolls back, and uses his legs to pull Ness foward into a front cradle...
...1
...Ness kicks out! Daniel Ness quickly gets back to his feet, swinging away with a right hand, which Froggy catches into an overhead armdrag. Froggy rushes off the ropes, going for a leg drop, but Ness is not there by the time he returns, catching the now seated opponent with a flipping neck whip, ala. Curt Hennig. Froggy, though, is the first on his feet from the encounter, going for a trademark dropkick on a startled Ness, who instead opts for the easy way out, rolling out of the ring to avoid contact. An opponent leaving the ring never was a deterrent for El Froggy Mask, though, who dashes off the opposite ropes, going for what looks to be a tope atomico...that is, if Ness hadn't gotten out of the way. Amazingly, though, Froggy didn't whiff on the move, instead holding onto the top rope as he flips over it, landing feet first on the apron! From there, it's academic for El Froggy Mask to leap back onto the second rope on the outside, springing off, and wiping out Daniel Ness with a flying cross body, sending him flying over the guardrail into the front row!
Fisher: My goodness! Whatamove! El Froggy Mask managed to notice Ness getting out of the way, and flipped over onto the apron, and from there, leaped up onto the second rope, and off that, sending both himself and his opponent into the crowd!
Daniel Ness and El Froggy both slowly get back up to their feet in the crowd. Froggy notices an abandoned soda cup near his footing, picking it up, and pouring the contents over Ness, before throwing him head first into a chair.
Bardo: Froggy doesn't usually utilize such dirty tactics, but he has been known to rarely step over the line when facing noted rulebreakers.
Ness, annoyed beyond words, hoists the same chair above his head, but a sharp command from referee Jessie Reynolds is enough to change his mind. Froggy starts to make his way over the rail, but Ness instead catches him with a backdrop suplex...but instead turns his opponent in mid air, slamming El Froggy Mask back first over the guardrail, before going back to the ring. Reynolds admonishes Ness again, and in doing so, buys Froggy valuble time to recover before re-entering the ring.
Fisher: The high stakes of this match can not be denied, we rarely have Openweight defenses here on Fallout, and the winner of the match here will either secure or win a guaranteed shot at the title!
After some time, Froggy leaps up to the apron. Ness tries to go for a dashing shoulder to knock his opponent back off, but Froggy manages to slingshot over him, landing on his feet, and running off the opposite ropes. On the rebound, though, Ness catches El Froggy Mask, and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Lightning fast, Daniel Ness follows up, driving repeated knees into the top of Froggy's head, before locking in a rear chinlock.
Bardo: Notice that Ness is not only wrenching Froggy's head back with that hold, but also pulling his mask around sideways, imparing vision.
Some cheeky fans start an "Orton Sucks!" chant, and Ness actually obliges them, by lifting Froggy slowly up off the mat in a sleeper hold, turning inside, and hitting an over the back backbreaker. The cocky Corporate Club member strikes a quick Orton Pose, but then scoffs, flipping a bird at the section that started the chant. However, that might not have been the best idea, as El Froggy Mask meets Ness as he turns back around with a powerful flipping dropkick to the face, sending him to the mat. Ness slowly gets up, and as he does, Froggy rushes in, stepping off his knee, and hits a Shining Green hurricanrana for the pin...
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:28:54 GMT -5
...Ness barely escapes the quick pin!
Fisher: The outcome of this match will determine the future balance of Fallout! El Froggy Mask is fighting full blast to take back power from Biff Taylor, and Daniel Ness knows that he will not have a second chance if he blows it here!
Froggy picks his opponent up, whipping him into the ropes, and goes for a hiptoss, which is countered into a mirrored technique by Ness, but Froggy lands on his feet, straightens up and hits a no look Kangaroo Kick, dropping Ness to the mat. The green clad luchador lifts Ness up again, into a vertical suplex position, but falls forward, dropping his opponent into the mat with a gordbuster, covering for the pin…
…1
…2
…Ness manages to kick out once again! Froggy, though, takes advantage once again, running back, and springing off the ropes with a splash before Ness can recover…
…1
…Ness kicks out again, rolling the pin back over into one of his own…
…1
…2
Froggy kicks out, literally, flipping back out of the pin, and onto his feet. Before Ness can recover, El Froggy leaps high into the air, bringing his knees up to head level, before smashing back down with a double stomp to the head of his opponent!
Fisher: Woah Nelly! Froggy just stomped Daniel Ness’s head like a grape! Someone call the doctor!
Bardo: Referee Jessie Reynolds should consider stopping the match after such a move. I doubt I have ever seen El Froggy Mask take such drastic measures to win a match.
Froggy, though, has no intentions of winning on a referee stoppage, and drags the stunned Ness over to near the corner, before scaling up to the top. Reynolds checks for a moment on the Corporate Club Ace, and seeing some signs of life, backs off, but not before Ness uses him as a human ladder of sorts, getting to his feet…right in time to receive the Hop missile dropkick to the face! Froggy actually flips back off the impact in mid air, and now covers for the three…
…1
…2
…Daniel Ness summons the impossible strength to kick out once again!
Fisher: Has anyone ever kicked out of the Hop before?
Bardo: Rarely, but yes.
Froggy finally shows the first signs of frustration, stomping on his opponent, before dragging him to his feet, and hammer throwing him into the opposite ropes, meeting him on return with the leaping spiral lariat. Ness rolls back to his feet off the impact, preventing Froggy from following up with his usual blindside shoulder, but instead charges forwards, going for a back elbow…but El Froggy Mask is able to step backwards, catching Ness’s arm, and then the other into a double chickenwing, bridging back into a sick Tiger Suplex…
…1
…2
…Ness once again barely escapes a deadly pinning combination, this time by stretching and barely getting a toe on the bottom rope!
Bardo: El Froggy Mask only pulls the Tiger Suplex Hold out on rare occasions, when he knows that he has to go for it all.
Froggy releases the suplex, turning around, only to lose his footing, as Ness shoots in with a fireman carry, stalling for a wobbly moment, before throwing his opponent over the shoulder, neck first, onto an outstretched knee. Froggy stumbles back to his feet, and slumps into the corner. While Daniel Ness might not be fully recovered from the earlier offence in the match, his last move both bought him time, and gave him a little energy to continue, and he slowly manages to place El Froggy Mask on the top rope, climbing up himself, and hitting a spectacular superplex floatover into a pin…
…1
…2
….Froggy kicks out! Ness is enraged, and rains down right hand blows upon the head of his opponent. Froggy tries to cover up, but only encourages Ness to start ripping away at the forehead area of his mask, tearing materiel apart, revealing a deep gash left from the punches.
Fisher: Disgusting! El Froggy Mask is not only busted wide open, but he’s quickly losing his mask! What a disgrace it would be if Ness would fully remove it!
Ness continues on his attack at Froggy’s forehead and honor, but is thwarted from removing the mask, as El Froggy Mask knocks him off with a wild elbow from below. Froggy continues throwing elbow smashes, getting to his knees, where Ness fires back with a right hand, sending his opponent somersaulting back…right to his feet, where he rushes forward into a front dropkick, taking Ness back off his feet. Neither man recovers quickly from the attack, but as they do, they do so with renewed vigor, which they put into trading punches and elbows back and forth. Froggy seems to win the battle, staggering Ness, and he goes for a snap powerslam. Daniel Ness, though, blocks the attempt, instead lifting his opponent into a vertical suplex, boucing Froggy off the ropes into a slingshot suplex.
Bardo: While this match has not been extremely long, it has been hard fought, and neither man has much left at this point.
Froggy barely gets back up to a vertical base, but he does, and does so before Ness. El Froggy Mask makes a quick double hand signal, pointing up, and then down, evidently setting up for the Froggycanrana.
Fisher: This could be it, one of the most athletic moves in all of professional wrestling! You'll only see this on Fallout!
Froggy continues stalking Ness as he uses his last bit of strength to launch foward into a front flip, successfully landing on Ness's shoulders, and flipping back for the finish...or it would be, if Ness didn't somehow stay standing, and holding onto Froggy's legs. Ness, with an utterly cold expression on his face, pauses for a moment, before leaning foward into a sickening sheer drop powerbomb, stuffing Froggy into the mat head first.
Bardo: You'll only see that on Fallout, too.
Fisher: My goodness! Someone stop the match! That could have been the end of his career! My goodness!
Referee Jessie Reynolds slides over to check on the fallen wrestler, and flashes a quick "X" to the ringside officials.
Iris: As a result of referee stop, your winner, and stiiiill the Number One Contender, Daaaaaniel Neeeeess!
Ness rolls out of the ring, looking under it, and comes up with two objects, a chair and a pair of scissors.
Fisher: He can't be doing what I think he's going to do?
In the ring, Reynolds stands over the crumpled and motionless body of the popular high flyer, trying to check his vital signs, when a crazed Daniel Ness kicks him out of the way, lifting Froggy up, and placing him slumped over onto the chair. He then brandishes the scissors with a flourish, grabbing the torn part of Froggy's mask...
Fisher: No, he can't do that? Isn't it enough that he might have just crippled the man?
Bardo: Calm down, Fisher, I'll put an end to this...
But, before Bardo can get up, "Sunrise" is blasted throughout the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium over the PA system, as Stan H. Johnston nearly dashes through the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea, albeit, brandishing a menacing bullrope to force people out of the way, instead of a staff.
Fisher: The cavalry has arrived! Someone's finally putting an end to this travesty!
Bardo: I'm not complaining. Saves me a trip to the ring, and an encounter with a scissors wielding madman.
Ness bails out, rolling out of the ring as Johnston rushes in, swinging his bullrope wildly, before motioning for a microphone.
Johnston: You yellow bellied coward, Ness, get your varmint ass back in the ring, so I can thrash it!
Ness frantically shakes his head, as he backs off towards the entranceway.
Johnston: Just what I thought, ya can't take me on! Ya sure can swing that chair, and beat on people after they're already down and out, and I just ain't gonna take it any more! Ness, you wanna keep doing your dirty attacks, you're going to run right into this right arm of Texan Justice! An' I don't think your skinny little neck can withstand that impact!
Johnston drops the microphone, going back to check on Froggy as the medics hit the ring, practically hurling a gurney throught the ropes in their hurry to stabilize the fallen hero.
Bardo: I just hope that the injuries susteined tonight were not permanant. No matter who it is, no matter how much they're loved or hated, you have to hope for the best when something unfortunate like this happens.
Fisher: I can't add anything to that, Dean.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:29:20 GMT -5
Segment: Ness is Itchin’ for a Fight (Credit: Senator)
As Daniel Ness slowly makes his way back to the Corporate Club locker room, “Investigative Journalist” Rich Marlowe corners him with recorder in hand.
Marlowe: Investigative Reporter, Rich Marlowe here, standing with Daniel Ness, after his horrifying win here tonight! So, what do…
Ness: I want Johnston, next week, trial series match! That pork-fed hick thinks that he can beat me? He thinks he can scare me off? He thinks dead wrong! I am a former amateur champion! I am the number one contender! I have never found an opponent that I can’t destroy! Johnston, I’m calling you out for next week! I’ll…
??: Woah there, Danny boy!
Ness: Who just called me…Biff?
Biff: The one an’ only! Look, Danny…
Ness: I don’t care if you’re my boss, nobody but nobody calls me Danny!
Biff: Look, Danny, the match is off. I don’t think you want that match.
Ness: But I do! He…
Biff: Listen to me here! You don’t want that match. You think Johnston diss’d you there?
Ness: He dishonored not only my name, but that very ring, in attacking me unprovoked after I just finished a match! But really, I didn’t have any trouble in that match, or anything, I could have taken him, too, I just didn't want to.
Ness says this, while the bruise on his forehead from Froggy’s double stomp seems to grow into a nice big lump, seemingly as we watch.
Biff: Sure you didn’t, but I don’t want you wasting your time with Stan Johnston. You have better, more important things to do with your time, and giving him a match will only condone him jumping you. You hear me?
Ness: Yeah, so giving him a match will be doing just what he wants…
Biff: Exactly.
Ness: I don’t give a good damn what he wants, I want a match with him!
Biff: No!
Ness: Yes!
Biff: You want to keep that number one shot at the title?
Ness: Of course.
Biff: Then shut up, and accept that you’re not getting the stinkin’ match! Look, I could easily give Pilko, or even Mint the title shot. They’re both asking for more stuff to do. You hear me?
Ness: Fine, whatever.
Biff: Alright! Oh, and do cut the interview here, we’re running short on time…
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:29:45 GMT -5
Match: Sylvain “Payday” Mint vs. Wolf (Credit: Dan)
The fans hotly anticipate Wolf’s return as Iris enters the ring.
Iris: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, representing the Corporate Club, from San Francisco, California…weighing at 215 lbs, Sylvain “Payday” Mint!
There’s a chorus of boos and jeers as Sylvain “Payday” Mint walks out, with the sounds of “Rock and Roll all Night” echo through the arena. Mint cockily marches out, taunting the fans and giving a sinister evil laugh as he comes down the ramp. He enters the ring, looking confidant as his music fades.
Iris: And from Winnipeg, weighing at 275 lbs…WOLF!
”Mongolian Wolf Star” hits but it can nearly not be heard as the fans majorly pop for Wolf, who walks out with a huge smile on his face for his return. The woof nearly comes off as he marches down, clasping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring. Mint quickly exits the ring, allowing Wolf to jump on the turnbuckle and gain more cheers before he jumps down, and Mint re-enters the ring.
Bell rings
The fans are going crazy for Wolf as he comes out of his corner, and grapples with Sylvain. Wolf overpowers the San Franciscan, but Sylvain manages to use enough brute force to shove Wolf away a little. The grapple hold is broken, and Sylvain looks pretty pissed, shoving Wolf in the chest.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Wolf looks at the camera, smirking and shaking his head, before turning and shoving Sylvain hard in the chest. The fans go mental as Sylvain falls backwards, but he manages to roll backwards and land on his feet, be it in a crouching position. He stands up, and quickly heads towards Wolf. He throws a punch but Wolf no-sells it and throws a harder punch, knocking Sylvain back a couple of steps. Sylvain throws another punch and Wolf attempts an even stronger punch, but Sylvain ducks it and rakes Wolf in the eyes. The fans begin to boo as Sylvain hits the ropes and dives forward, knocking Wolf to the floor with a shoulder block. He then grabs Wolf by the head and starts mounting him with punches, but Wolf throws Sylvain off, much to the joy of the crowd. Wolf then picks himself up, towering over Sylvain, who is clearly scared over the thought of what Wolf might do next. Wolf picks him up, throwing him at the ropes, but Sylvain slides out the ropes and signals that he’s not having anymore of it, heading towards the ramp.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!
The camera closely watches Sylvain leave the ring, but in the distance there’s a loud pop. Sylvain only turns around when it’s too late, as Wolf directs a discuss lariat into his chest, forcing the Corporate Club member sprawling on the floor. Wolf ruthlessly grabs him off of the floor, and whips him into the ringside. The edge jerks into Sylvain’s stomach, and he winces as he’s temporarily winded. Showing some form of mercy, Wolf rolls him into the ring, instead of attacking him. He enters the ring, and lifts Sylvain up. He grabs him around the neck and the fans pop, but Sylvain rakes Wolf’s thigh with his foot, avoiding the chokeslam. As Wolf falls down to one knee, Sylvain hits a quick Triple H-style knee smash, and follows that, albeit struggling, with a scoop slam. But he manages to get Fallout’s Favourite Monster onto the floor, and makes a cover:
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Kickout by Wolf.
There’s a small pop as Wolf gets his shoulder up, but Sylvain clearly isn’t happy. He lifts Wolf up into a slanted seated position, locking in a headlock and delivering powerful knees to the head. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! After the fifth knee, Sylvain drops Wolf, who’s banged up pretty bad. Sylvain lets out a sinister cackle as Wolf slowly gets to his feet using strong aid of the ropes. But before he can get to his feet, Sylvain runs forwards at him and delivers a powerful knee to the face, causing Wolf to fly out of the ring via the ropes. There’s a jeer as Sylvain mockingly bows to the fans, as the referee starts to count Wolf out. But Wolf, despite being banged up, manages to jump to his feet, driven on by the push from the fans. He slides into the ring, but feels the wrath of Sylvain once more, who drops an elbow in the upper back region, causing severe pain to rush through Wolf’s body. Sylvain rolls Wolf over again, making the cover:
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:30:20 GMT -5
…And Wolf quickly grabs the ropes, cancelling the pin cover.
Sylvain rises to his feet, but he has a bit of a smirk on his face as he lifts Wolf up. He knees Wolf down below, and Wolf slips with his foot. But Sylvain keeps him in position and directs another powerful elbow to Wolf’s back. He drives a second one, and a third, until Wolf has enough and lifts Sylvain up in the air. Sylvain begins to scream as the fans go nuts, and Wolf plants an enormous Spinebuster that literally shakes the ring! Wolf’s in a serious amount of pain, however, and struggles to make the cover. This allows Sylvain to roll over to the ropes, denying Wolf any sort of chance to make a cover. Wolf instead slowly rolls onto his feet, and lifts Sylvain up. He throws Sylvain at the ropes, and attempts a big boot. But Sylvain actually grabs the referee and places the ref in front of him, causing Wolf to accidentally boot the ref to the floor! There’s a pop that quickly dies down, but Wolf immediately grabs Sylvain around the neck! He’s about to chokeslam him when…
CRACK!
The camera watches as Hugh Daniels delivers a huge chair shot to the back of Wolf! This only grabs the attention of Wolf, but as he turns around, Daniels plants a huge shot to the temple, causing Wolf to fall to the floor. Daniels exits the ring as Sylvain climbs the turnbuckle, the fans jeering him with every step. He reaches the top, going for the DWB Special splash. He leaps off, but as he falls to the ground, it appears like he’s floating in midair. But in actual fact, the camera moves down and Wolf has got Sylvain grabbed around the neck, hoisting him over his body! Wolf then climbs to his feet, holding Sylvain around the neck. But Daniels panics, sliding into the ring. Wolf then drops Sylvain planting a huge big boot into Daniels’ face, knocking him to the floor and sliding out of the ring. Sylvain then leaps onto Wolf’s back, but Wolf flips him over, grabbing him around the neck quickly and hitting a thunderous Chokeslam from Hell! He calmly makes the cover, and the whole arena counts with the referee:
CROWD: ONE!
…TWO!
…THREE!!!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Iris: Here is your winner….Wolf!
”Mongolian Wolf Star” hits again as Wolf gets to his feet, with a huge smile on his face. He jumps on a turnbuckle, generating a huge pop from that corner of the arena, before jumping down. Surprisingly for him, Daniels runs in from behind, but Wolf grabs him around the neck. There’s another large pop as Wolf looks around the arena, with Daniels frantically trying to get himself free. Wolf calmly shakes his head before chokeslamming him on top of Sylvain Mint, before exiting the ring to an even louder pop. As he walks on the ramp, he turns to the fans…
Wolf: FALLOUT RULES THUSDAY NIGHTS!!!
There’s another loud cheer, and a “FALL-OUT!” chants begins on the terraces. Wolf has a huge smile on his face as he walks up the ramp, and exits through the curtains.
Fade out.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:30:35 GMT -5
Segment: The Obsessive Ones (Credit: Yoko)
Violet Cyrilla has already left the building and has returned to her current motel with Mary Kane. Two men are following them, and have not gone unnoticed. Mary grabs her mace.
Mary: We know you’re following us. We WILL fight back.
Man#1: We don’t know who you are!
Mary: What?
Man#2: We wanted to meet Violet!
Violet: Excuse me?
Mary: What’s wrong with me? I’m in the band too!
Man#1: What band? We saw her on TV, wrestling.
Man#2: You’re in a band, Violet? You shouldn’t mess with that music shit, you’re meant to wrestle. You’ll end up like that Chris Jericho. VH1 pop culture shows.
Violet suddenly turns and nails the guy in the jaw with her left fist. He falls to the ground like a rock.
Violet: Listen to me, you mindless punk. Don’t you EVER fucking insult the music again! Come on, Mary.
Violet grabs her by the hand and storms off. The guy is barely conscious.
Man#1: Dude, Violent Violet just punched you out! Awesome!
End Segment
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:31:00 GMT -5
Segment: Lilly’s Training Day II (Credit: Rose)
Cat: A soft indestructible automaton provided by Nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle. –Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary [/i][/color]
The scene opens, as it did a week before, inside the ACW Arena at Sakina’s makeshift training area. We seem to have caught the tail end of a session where Sakina Khalida teaches Lilly Rouge how to do a moonsault. Lilly manages to do the move rather beautifully, and the fact that she can even do the move at all is a sure sign that she’s improving. Lilly hugs Sakina rather excitedly once she gets to her feet, and Sakina is quick to give her young student a great deal of praise.
Sakina: Very well done, I’m already starting to see all sorts of improvements in you. I mean, I can see you’ve changed the way you move in the ring, and the way you think. You’re learning more and more every day, and I see that it’s really improving your self esteem. Once we’re finished you’re going to be amazing.
Lilly cheeks turn to a bright red once Sakina’s finished gushing over her performance. Lilly knows that if Sakina says it, then it’s probably true…but she can’t help but feel she hasn’t really improved that much at all.
Lilly: Like, you really think so? I mean, there’s a biiiiiiiiiig difference between doing moves in training and against real people, y’know? I don’t see how it really helps.
Sakina comforts Lilly and addresses her concerns in a stern, yet compassionate, voice.
Sakina: Don’t be so hard on yourself. Yes, there is a big difference between training and actually getting in the ring against a competitive opponent. That being said, if you train hard and you train to the best of your ability, then that will flow over into your ring work.
Lilly: I see.
Lilly smiles brightly, and it looks like Sakina’s made her realize just how helpful training is. She then notices, with more than just a little embarrassment, that her booty shorts are riding up and that it probably presently looks a little more like a thong. If the camera were behind her, she’d be embarrassed in front of national television. Sakina takes this chance to use a little bit of her influence. She never liked those tights much anyway. So, with a smile, she tightens her noose of kindness.
Sakina: I guess there’s no better time than now… I really think you should consider investing in a new style of tights. I mean, those tights are very cute and I’m sure they’re comfortable…it’s just that you really don’t need wardrobe malfunctions on live TV. You know how the fans are; they’ll have it all over the internet in minutes.
Lilly frowns in her irresistibly cute manner, and seeing her squirm in such an uncomfortable manner secretly delights Sakina.
Lilly: Like, you really think these are bad?
Sakina carefully chooses her words.
Sakina: Oh, they’re certainly attractive, but I just don’t really think they’re best for serious competition.
Lilly blushes and becomes just a little confused. If she’s not mistaken…Sakina just subtly hit on her.
Lilly: Attractive?
Sakina, deciding that now wouldn’t be a good time to come on too strong, explains what she said a little better.
Sakina: I mean…I’m sure all the male fans think they’re very attractive…but don’t you want them to see you as a talented athlete as well as a beautiful woman?
Lilly: Oh! I thought you—
Sakina: Thought what?
Lilly blushes again, and keeps quite…she doesn’t want to make a fool out of herself. She giggles and tries her best to keep her thoughts a secret.
Lilly: Nothing… I’m just being silly.
Sakina starts laughing as well, but it’s a very different kind of laugh than Lilly’s is. She only laughs because she’s surprised that Lilly’s come another step closer to figuring everything out. It’s a nervous laugh, but Lilly’s still far enough off that it’s also a gloating one as well.
Sakina: Did you think that I was hitting on you or som—
Sakina is interrupted in mid-sentence, by the sound of meowing…off all things. It’s a very weak sound; the kind a young kitten makes. Lilly hears it as well, and they immediately start looking around to find the source of the noise. Finally, they decide that it must be under the ring, of all places.
Lilly: Do you think it’s OK? What is it?
Sakina: It sounds like a kitten…and I don’t know. We’re about to find out.
Sakina begins crawls under the ring, and for some reason Lilly takes this time to answer an important question.
Lilly: Ummm. Sakina, do you think Biff will be mad once he finds out that we’re on Meltdown and Fallout at the same time.
Sakina: This is certainly an odd time to worry about what Biff Taylor thinks... He’ll be angry, but just let me handle him. The only reason we’re doing this is to make sure he pays us what we’re worth…besides, I thought you looked cute in your business suit. It needed to get on TV somehow. Even if it took the trouble of having to go through airport security.
Lilly blushes, yet again.
Sakina: If you’re blushing right now…I’m really not hitting on you, I promise. If anything, I’m thinking about stealing that suit and using it to— Oh, here it is!
Sakina emerges out from under the ring with a small calico kitten in her hands. It’s a few weeks old, because it’s moving around well and it’s eyes are open. However, it’s also obviously not weaned off of it’s mother yet. It keeps crying at a rhythmic pace and Lilly is about to explode when she sees just how cute it is. All kittens are cute, of course, but she thinks this is the cutest one she’s ever seen.
Lilly: Oh, he’s just so adorable! Is he OK?
Sakina: He looks a little light, and I don’t see the rest of his litter around anywhere. It’s safe to say that his mother probably abandoned him, the poor thing.
Lilly: Well… Is there anything we can do?
Sakina: Well…I’m positive you can buy it milk somewhere and take care of it, if you want to. He should do fine if he’s not sick or anything. If you don’t want to do that, then we could take him to an animal shelter or something.
Lilly’s already decided that she’s going to keep the cute little furball. She’s already in the midst of cooing to it like it’s some sort of small baby.
Lilly: I’ll take care of you. I don’t have any family either, so we’re made for each other. You’re soooooo cute.
For the first time, Sakina feels pangs of guilt shoot up into her chest. The lies, the half-truths, the deception… Everything that she’s done to shape and change Lilly’s life is coming back to haunt her. She’s always assured herself that she’s been doing the right thing…but she realizes that she’s never once thought of how Lilly feels. As she watches Lilly baby the small kitten…she realizes that she’s been little more than some sort of monster.
Yet, she can’t help but think that it will all turn out for the best in the end. After all, she thinks, her and Lilly were meant to be together. She convinces herself that she’s done everything just to help the both of them. What’s the real harm in a well-meaning lie, after all? As the scene fades to black, a dark side of Sakina Khalida is making sure that all her newfound guilt merely melts away.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:31:33 GMT -5
Match #7: Skurai vs. Kabane: ACW Rules Match: Fallout Openweight Title (Credit: Atomic Kitsune)
The Fallout crowd’s been enthralled by a wonderful evening of entertainment, and they’re about to get an unusual “bonus” that’s certain to put the cat amongst the ACW pidgeons. Iris Yoon comes to the ring and pauses dramatically, awaiting the audience’s full attention, before speaking into the mic.
Iris: La-dies and Geeentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and is an “ACW rules” match! The rules for this match...oh my...the rules for this match would take at least ten minutes to read out here! This printout's longer than Jericho's list of moves...and it doesn't repeat "armbar" 950 times! Forget reading that off!
The camera abruptly cuts to Fisher and Bardo, who are earnestly concentrating on the ring announcer. It also looks suspiciously as if they’re wearing a not-too-subtle amount of fake tan.
Fisher (loudly): You heard it folks, this is the match to end all matches, “ACW Rules!”
Bardo (whispering): Uh, R.J, why are you hollering into the mic?
Fisher (still loud): Because it’s ACW rules, and it’s so incredibly DRAMATIC already that I just can’t contain myself! This is going to be off the charts!
Bardo: Oh great, I guess I have to follow suit...
Fisher (even louder): Of course you do! It's ACW Rules! (whispering): Biff said you had to.
Bardo (nodding with a little (forced) grin): Ooooooh, right – (loudly) I couldn’t agree more, this is going to be INTENSE!
Cut back to Iris, who’s warming up to things nicely as well.
Iris: Innnnntroducing first, from Sacramento California, at a weight of-
She pauses, and puts a hand to her earpiece.
Iris (whispering):Oh yeah, she never puts that in. Lazy bi- Full VolumeUh, I mean, from Sacramento California, the doyenne of destruction…. SKUUU-RAAAAAI!
The Fallout Arena goes pitch dark in an instant; a wind machine starts up, and then about 600 tonnes of dry ice is pumped all over the stage. A figure begins to arise menacingly through a hole in the floor, or rather he would look more menacing if he wasn’t choking and coughing from the overblown effects. This doesn’t stop a rain of gold pyro being triggered as “New Noise” blasts over the P.A…
Can I scream? We lack the motion to move to the new beat! We lack the motion to move to the new beat!
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads if we can Adjust that 1000 dollar smile and behold the creation of man Great words won't cover ugly actions Good frames won't save bad paintings!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat! We lack motion!
When the day is over the doors are locked on us Cause money buys the access and we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise New art for real people!
Skurai walks to the ring, taking a long time due to his apparent goal of milking the crowd for all it’s worth and greeting everyone personally. Someone has to nudge the commentary team when he finally makes it up the steps and flips over the turnbuckle.
Bardo: About damn time- Er, the KING of devastation, in the house!
Fisher: You can smell the sheer excitement amongst these fans!
Skurai takes another chunk of time circling the turnbuckles, and just when things are finally calming down, a very familiar Latin rhythm intro bursts into life. The stage is brightly lit with multi-coloured super troopers, and much of the crowd sings along as the melody commences.
Talk to me Tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away Like a bomb Yeah, Baby…
A long line of scantily clad and highly attractive dancers peel out on to the stage, drawing some more cheers from the fans as the song continues.
Talk to me Tell me your sign You're switching sides like a Gemini You're playing games and now you're hittin' my heart Like a drum Yeah, Baby
Well if Lady Luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let him rough me up Till he knocks me out He walks like he talks, And he talks like he walks-
The fans go absolutely bonkers as they are presented with a vision clad in super-tight leather pants and an open-necked shirt, the one and only…
Iris: Annnnd, his opponent, from London, England-
KABANE, KABANE! Oh baby, when he moves, he moves, I go crazy! 'Cause he looks like a flower but he stings like a bee Like every guy in history! KABANE, KABANE! I'm wasted by the way he moves, No one ever looked so fine He reminds me that a wrestler only got one thing on his mind…
The entire arena is engulfed in the party atmosphere as Kabane dances his way to the ring, triggering off streams of confetti and enough pyro to launch the entire arena into a low orbit. The superstar and his “entourage” circle the ring before Kabane enters it, and the crowd takes quite some time to settle as Iris leaves the ring, and new head Fallout referee Jacob Jones enters.
Fisher: Kabane, Kabane… that sexy rhythm gets me every time, Dean.
Bardo: I get you, RJ… but now it’s down to the serious business, it looks like our newly obtained referee Jacob Jones is ready to get this one underway.
And indeed it is so; Jones finishes making a big show of checking for weapons, and theatrically points to the timekeeper who emits a small sigh…
Bell Rings.
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:32:21 GMT -5
Skurai and Kabane circle, staring one another down; they edge closer and closer… and then break off to do a bit more staring. A few of the crowd boo, but most of the Fallout fans are intelligent enough to work out what’s going on, and join in the “game” by gasping in mock surprise.
Bardo: What an incredible sequence!
Moving in close again, this time the pair actually tie up. They strain for supremacy, pushing each other backward and forward… until Skurai turns a foot over by mistake and has to roll aside to prevent himself falling. Kabane, not anticipating this, maintains his “braced” stance for a good couple of seconds, complete with anguished grimace, before realising his error and turning around to cheers and laugher. Skurai immediately opens up with a flurry of sharp kicks to the gut, and concludes with the not-at-all cliché DDT finish. This leads to a pin, which earns Skurai a 2 count before Kabane kicks out wildly, and Skurai throws his arms up and then thumps the canvas.
Fisher: SOOOO close! Skurai almost had the match right there.
Both men rise to their feet, and begin to trade a series of chops; being of roughly equal stature, they are able to give out powerful strikes which their opponent sells with almost Flair-like panache. After about 30 seconds of alternate chopping and flailing, Kabane gets a hold on Skurai and hurls him into the corner. Despite the fact that Kabane takes an age to get set up for his turnbuckle splash, Skurai struggles to right himself as if his legs have turned to jelly, and manages an aghast look as he “sees” Kabane finally rush in and deliver the move.
Fisher: Ouch, I bet they felt that impact in Sydney!
Bardo: Perth…
Fisher: Whatever.
With Skurai hugging his ribs, Kabane starts to punch his opponent repeatedly, and Skurai responds by getting up on the second rope. Kabane tries to follow, but Skurai is too quick and turns the situation around with a Tornado DDT; the crowd pops as Skurai makes another pin which also gets close to the 2. Looking annoyed, Skurai attempts to get into Jones’s face, and the referee backs off trying to placate the angered superstar. Kabane, meanwhile finds his feet, and seeing that Skurai is distracted he moves into position behind him and then surprises his opponent with a running attack that he turns into a cradle pin. The referee slides to make the count, 1…2…- Skurai’s shoulder comes up at the last second, and the crowd pops again.
Whatever the rules of this match may be, it’s now apparent to everyone watching that Skurai and Kabane aren’t just here to take a sideswipe at their previous employer; both truly want to win this match, and another couple of near-falls follow in quick succession off of a vertical suplex from Skurai, and then a classic chokeslam from Kabane. Both competitors are starting to feel the effects of the match, and as Skurai rebounds from the ropes into a rushing shoulder attack, Kabane solidifies his stance and then counters into a mighty spinebuster that genuinely shocks the audience and announce team with its strength.
Bardo: Almost straight through the damn ring!
Fisher(whispering): Psst, how’s the pseudo-profanity score racking up?
Bardo(whispering): Not bad, we need to fit in about 7 more instances of light cursing and another 3 full swearword substitutions-
Fisher: HOOOLY SH-INOLA! Darkside Slam from Kabane!!
Bardo(whispering): Ok, make that two…
Kabane drops into the pin, and Jones dutifully makes the count (and as much noise as he possibly can whilst doing it. 1…..2….3-
Skurai kicks, but he’s a fraction late; Jacob Jones is about to jump up, but then he glances at the timekeeper who shakes his head. The clock on his desk shows that the match has only been in progress for about seven minutes, and since no ACW match ever runs under ten, Jones waves his arms to indicate that there was “something” amiss with the cover and that the match should continue. This of course leads to protests from Kabane; Skurai decides to get involved too and a bout of pushing and shoving quickly becomes a full-blown punching free-for-all. Amidst the chaos, Jones takes a misguided forearm to the face, and staggers backward before collapsing as if someone’s just sent a wrecking ball into him. As he lies prone on the mat, Skurai and Kabane continue to brawl – until Skurai belts Kabane with a shuddering blow, sneaks behind him and takes him over into a Schoolboy pin. Kabane struggles but is stuck; the crowd shouts “1,2,3!” but it is clear that the referee is not going to make the count, and after several seconds Skurai lets go in frustration.
Bardo: Someone get another referee out here! Gosh darn it, Skurai had the pin in the bag!
Fisher: The tension is almost unbearable in this arena right now!
Looking about ready to explode, Skurai slides out of the ring; he searches underneath it, and pulls out that old favourite, a steel chair. The crowd cheers, which alerts Kabane; he too exits the ring, and in the back of the shot Jones can be seen to be slowly using the ropes to get back on his feet. Kabane charges at Skurai, who swings the chair and crashes it into Kabane’s chest; Kabane stumbles slightly but is not brought down, and Skurai takes another look at the chair before tossing it aside with a dismissive look on his face. Kabane smirks, waiting to see what Skurai will come up with. His smirk disappears, however, when Skurai emerges…
Fisher: BAH GAWD! HAS HE NO SAAAAWL?
Kabane has to dodge as fast as possible in order to avoid Skurai’s lunge with the hand-held circular saw. Sparks fly off the ring post as Skurai strikes it; running for his life, Kabane desperately grabs at the first thing his hand comes into contact with under the ring… and the crowd yells in approval as the throaty roar of an engine is heard, and Kabane emerges with a long, vicious looking electric hedge trimmer. He and Skurai “duel” for a few moments, moving around the circumference of the ring… before abruptly both machines of death-dealing doom fall silent. The camera shot pans down to reveal that the travelling of the pair has caused the machines to run out of play on their electrical flexes. Skurai puts a hand on his hip, looking perturbed; Kabane thinks about things for a moment, and then takes a swing at his unsuspecting opponent. Skurai drops like a sack of bricks and rolls part-way under the ring; there is a momentary pause, and when he rolls back out, he is clearly bleeding from a nasty scalp wound. The crowd, by now fully understanding what is required of them, marks out in the best ACW bloodlust tradition.
Bardo: The brutality! Oh, the hu-mannnn-ity!
Fisher: You want Extreme? THIS is Extreme, extreme to the…uh…Extreme!
Crowned in crimson, Skurai staggers to his feet, curiously mobile for someone who’s so badly wounded. Jones, of course, starts to harangue Kabane, having totally forgotten about any sort of 10-count; Skurai starts to weave his way up the ramp, apparently not wanting any more to do with this contest. Of course, this being an ACW rules match, no one is permitted simply to do the sensible thing and withdraw; Kabane has another look under the ring, and then pulls out what looks like a perfect little replica of a racing motorbike. This, pleasingly, makes an even bigger and better noise with its engine when started up; Skurai is just reaching the stage as Kabane mounts up, and guns the motor before accelerating up the ramp like an oversized, lumpy version of Evel Knievel…
Skurai has no chance of avoiding the motorised maniac; Kabane pilots straight toward him, standing up into a tackle as both men and the bike take a dive off the stage, landing in the darkness to one side with an almighty crash.
Fisher: OOOOH MY GOD!
Bardo: Both men down, this can’t be happening!!
Crowd: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Backstage: WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!
Michael Cole: MODIFIED FROG SPLASH!!!
Gregory House: SOMEBODY CALL NINE-ONE-OOOONE!
James T. Kirk: KHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:32:40 GMT -5
There is a pause of about 10 seconds before EMTs and other staff swarm from the back. The roving camera struggles to get near, but then out of the melee come both Kabane and Skurai; Kabane is now taking Skurai on in a bleeding (or should that be blading?) contest, and they both stumble back to the ring completely ignoring the good advice being given to them by the standby medics.
Their manliness clearly being underlined by their determination to go on with the match, nonetheless Skurai and Kabane now want this over as quickly as possible, and Kabane gets right down to the nitty-gritty by executing his Poison Drop (Orton-style gutwrench neckbreaker). Jones makes the count, 1…2…- Skurai kicks at the last second, and nips back on to his feet, immediately whipping his foe into the corner and nailing the Lobotomiser (corner Shining Wizard). Kabane falls like a Redwood, and Skurai pins, 1….2….- Kabane gets his arm up, and the noise just builds and builds.
Bardo: How much more does Skurai have to do?
Fisher: Kabane must have a skull of steel!
Astonishingly, Skurai and Kabane both go on to repeat their finishers twice more within the space of five minutes, and an outside cradle, roll-up and small package also fail to get the job done. With exhaustion nearing and the commentators running short of hyperbole, Skurai lashes out almost blindly from the blood in his eyes and makes Kabane stagger backward; Kabane spins around wildly and as Skurai tries for his high-jump Ace Crusher, Kabane turns it into a bridging German suplex. Skurai is trapped… but there is no pin; in his rush to counter Kabane has inadvertently struck the referee with a swinging arm, and Jacob Jones is curled up cringing as if someone’s just taken a bat to the back of his head. What would obviously have been a 3 count is missed, and Skurai is able to struggle free, much to Kabane’s chagrin.
Fisher: The ref’s down again! It’s like the Coliseum in there!
Bardo: I don’t think the ol’ ticker can take much more of this!!
The crowd is going mental as Kabane and Skurai rise, and stare one another down. They are just about to move toward one another, watched by the recovering referee Jones… when without warning the lights in the arena go out. There is a metallic CLANG, and when the lights return… both men are down in the centre of the ring, showing no sign of movement.
Bardo: What in the name of sweet baby Jesus happened here?!
Fisher: No one’s moving! THE CONTROVERSY!!!
Completely bemused, Jones takes a look at both men, and then starts waving his arms about like a madman, gesticulating for help (and once again forgetting that boring 10 count). The bell rings as help comes to the ring in droves.
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to neither participant being able to continue, this match has resulted in a double KO!
Lots of complex-looking medical equipment is brought out as Skurai and Kabane are attended to. The crowd roars its approval for the match as Bardo and Fisher complete the customary summing-up.
Fisher: What an unbelievable end to an unbelievable match, Dean.
Bardo: I totally agree, RJ, I can hardly accept that I’m still conscious myself!
Fisher: Who knows if either of these two brave souls will be able to enter a wrestling ring ever again? Will this result in an epic, joint crusade to find the culprit?
Bardo: Or will everyone have forgotten about it entirely on next week’s show?
Fisher: I don’t know, but then that’s all right, no one else does either!
Bardo: Well said, my friend… and that’s about it for Fallout. See you next week!
Fade…
End of Show
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Post by The Senator on Sept 7, 2006 16:33:48 GMT -5
Many thanks to the great writers who helped me out on this show...oh so close to three pages...
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Post by Shawn on Sept 7, 2006 16:43:33 GMT -5
Amazing show.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Sept 7, 2006 16:46:58 GMT -5
Brilliant show! We'll hit 3 pages soon...I can feel it.
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Post by Shawn on Sept 7, 2006 16:52:38 GMT -5
Oh, and AK's loving parody of ACW is hilarious.
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