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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:01:15 GMT -5
Segment: Stalking (Credit: Rose)
Cremator can normally smell fear when he’s stalking his prey. The familiar odor is nowhere to be found as he hunts for the Reaper. He knows that his foe is somewhere in black darkness of the the boiler room, but he just can’t fine him. The lights don’t seem to work, so he can only see a few short feet in front of him. Not surprisingly, this makes hunting his hated nemesis rather difficult. Finally, he challenges him in frustration.
Cremator: WHERE ARE YOU, REAPER!? IT’S TIME FOR YOUR CREMATION!
He yells at the top of his lungs and almost expects his “friend” to appear at any moment. He hears footsteps behind him and he quickly turns to face it. If he were capable of being afraid, he would be now. He turns and finds that The Reaper is standing right behind him. The Reaper stands perfectly still and looks completely unafraid. Cremator lets out an animalistic roar and fires a punch right at his hated enemy. To his surprise, the glass shatters and he recoils his hand. Not in pain, even though it’s bleeding, but in surprise. It’s a mirror…nothing more and nothing less.
Cremator: SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARD! I’M TIRED OF YOUR TRICKS!
He doesn’t hear anything else, just the echo of his own voice ricocheting across the room. He quickly tries to penetrate the darkness, but he doesn’t see any movement what so ever. He can no longer even sense the presence of another person in the room. Just when he’s about to give up, a wave of fog engulfs the room out of nowhere and the lights flicker on and off over and over creating a strobe light effect. This causes the Cremator to laugh maniacally and talk aloud to his foe once more.
Cremator: I’LL PLAY YOUR GAME A LITTLE LONG, BUT KNOW THIS: YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER! I’LL GET MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK SOON ENOUGH AND THEN I’LL CREMATE YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? I’LL CREMATE YOOOOOOU!
The fog completely engulfs Cremator as the scene slowly fades into black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:01:34 GMT -5
Match: Julio Rivera vs. OLYMPIA (Credit: MASAKI) We return to the ring, where a Mexican R an' B beat is playing in the background, with Iris Yoon and Julio Rivera in the ring.Iris: The following match is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, weighing at 210 lbs…from Mexico City, Julio Rivera! The crowd jeers as Rivera throws his arms up.Iris: And from the Fifth Dimension…weighing at 170 lbs….OLYMPIA! The arens 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.Bell rings OLYMPIA goes towards Rivera, and extends a hand. Rivera looks a little surprised but they make the shake, and to everyone’s surprise, neither takes a cheap shot at the other. But as OLYMPIA lets go, Rivera battles forward, forcing OLYMPIA into the corner. He battles with a few punches, but it only takes so many before OLYMPIA throws Rivera into the corner and battles him with a barrage of punches. He attempts a whip into the opposite corner, but Rivera reverses it. Only OLYMPIA walks up the turnbuckle, leaping off in an impressive dropkick that takes Rivera to the floor! There’s a pop as the two quickly get to their feet, but by the time Rivera realises where he is, OLYMPIA has already ran at the ropes and takes the Mexican down with a hurricarana! There’s another pop as the two rise to their feet. OLYMPIA attempts a European uppercut, but Rivera blocks it and hits a snap suplex. Rivera looks on as OLYMPIA quickly gets to his feet. Rivera then throws a punch, and OLYMPIA goes down, but then attempts a Kip-up: KIP-NO! KIP U-NO! KIP UP-NO! KIP UP-YES! FINGER POKE….ARM DRAG! The fans go barmy as OLYMPIA takes Rivera to the floor. But Rivera quickly gets up, with a face that simply says “what the fuck is this guy?” as the two grapple. Rivera again forces OLYMPIA into the corner, but OLYMPIA climbs the paddings, flipping over and hitting a modified Tornado DDT. Rivera looks furious as he leaps to his feet, but OLYMPIA already hits the ropes, leaping into the air and hitting a Continuum Rift (aka numerous headscissors aka follow this link: img244.imageshack.us/img244/753/dejavu1gk0.gif)! He attempts to make a cover: 1……2……Kickout by Julio Rivera. The crowd sigh as OLYMPIA gets to his feet, but makes a hush-hush sound, putting his finger on his mouth. He lifts Rivera up, before attempting an Irish Whip. Naturally, Rivera reverses it, but OLYMPIA springboards off of the ropes, landing the SPACE FUSION CANNON (Springboard Blockbuster) onto the Irresistible Force! OLYMPIA then makes the cover: 1……2……3! Iris: Here is your winner…OLYMPIA! ”Through the Fire and Flames” by Dragonforce hits again, and OLYMPIA celebrates his win in the only way he knows how: He leaps towards the ropes, springboarding off of each one giving him extra height, before leaping off of the top rope to the outside of the ring, rolling as he hits the floor and with extra super amazing speed flies up the ramp and away before anyone can notice. Rivera meanwhile gets to his feet with the aid of the referee, fuming at OLYMPIA’s “fluke” win.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:01:50 GMT -5
Segment: Statement From Skurai. (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, Skurai is seen standing somewhere dark in the Fallout Gymnasium.
Skurai: Daniel Ness. You think you can learn how to defeat me by facing old fossils from my past, eh? I guarantee you that if you feel that is proper preparation for an attempt at taking my, my Fallout Openweight Title, you are horribly mistaken. You know nothing of what the GFWWE was like, you were never around in the early days of ACW. You have no idea what challenges I faced, and overcame, merely to return to action here on Fallout. See, I did some research on you, Daniel Ness. You were always a child of privelage. Rich parents, the best schools, all that stuff. NCAA accolades, and an easy route into the industry, being friends with that London guy...and here, you're the chosen one of Biff Taylor. You've always been so talented as to make it easy, so then you decide to challenge yourself to break the rules, and get away with it. I've studied you, Daniel Ness, and I come away from my studies unimpressed. You are not a true warrior. You are merely an obstacle in my way. I shall not underestimate your skill, your ferocity, or your desire to win. No, but I also will not quiver in fear like a deer in the headlights, like so many of your other opponents. I will do whatever it takes to win...and if you think you can be violent, you have not yet sparred with violence incarnate. It'll not be pleasant when you do...
Suddenly, a big flash of light engulfs the picture, leaving a small puff of smoke, while the lighting flickers back on in the room. As the lights come back on, it's seen that Skurai was standing in Biff's office, leaving a calling card of a shruiken stuck in the desk, in his wake.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:03:25 GMT -5
Segment: Beautiful Irony (Credit: Yoko)
A dark alley behind Hell’s Kitchen is where Violet is waiting against a wall, while Mary paces nervously.
Mary: Who were those two girls? Why…Why would they replace us?
Violet: That’s what we’re going to find out. As soon as they-
Speak of the devil, the back doors open and the “new” Beautiful Irony emerges, headed for their ride. Until Violet steps into their way, that is.
Turbo: V-Violet…Nice to see you.
The men look worried. The two unknown girls just look confused.
Violet: Long time no see. Who’re the skanks?
The two girls look at each other. The blonde decides to speak up.
??: Hey, you ca-
Violet: Shut the fuck up, the grownups are talking. What’s going on here?
Leon: Violet, calm down. We were going to tell you…
Violet: Tell me what, exactly? That you kicked us out of the band? You’re a little late.
Leon: We got signed.
Violet: Bullshit.
Leon: Really. By a real record label.
Violet: I think Mary and I should get a fucking say in whether or not we sign, we just HELPED FOUND the fucking band. And we wouldn’t sign, by the way.
Nitro: We know.
Leon: It’s a lot of money, Violet. So we voted, and Nitro and Turbo voted to replace you two with new girls.
Turbo: Destiny and Blair.
Violet: It’s not about the money, it never has been. I can’t believe you’ve sold out like a bitch.
Nitro: You’re the one on television in fake fights!
Violet swings her left fist directly at Nitro. He falls to the ground as soon as it connects with his jaw.
Violet: Did that feel fake?
Leon: This doesn’t have to be a big deal!
Turbo attends to his KO’d brother. Mary Kane suddenly steps forward and slaps Leon, with tears in her eyes. She is still calm though. Everyone is silent.
Mary: I expected something like this from those two assholes, but not from you, Leon. You always stuck up for the music.
She looks at Turbo and the groggy Nitro.
Mary: What happened? Did you two get tired of the way we sucked your dicks? Of the way we fucked you? Or did you just get tired of parting with your “precious” money? Well we were desperate, and we had NO FUCKING CHOICE! So now you have these whores, so you don’t have to worry about us barely getting by.
Blair: You can’t call us-
Mary: Shut the FUCK up while the grownups are talking! If you two have any sense whatsoever, you’ll keep your fucking legs closed, or they’ll kick you out too when they get tired of you!
There is now an awkward silence in the air. Mary takes a deep breath and grabs Violet by the arm.
Mary: Let’s get out of here and leave these sellout pricks to their vast fortune. Before the record company puts them in debt.
Leon: Listen…
Violet: Fuck you, Leon.
Violet tosses up the middle finger as she and Mary turn to leave.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:03:41 GMT -5
Match: Ness vs Da Outsider (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen… This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a part of the Daniel Ness Trail Series! Introducing first from Miami, Florida…weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds… Please welcome Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa Outsider!
“Powerslave” hits on the sound system and Da Outsider comes lumbering out to a respectable pop from the fans. It’s barely audible, mostly due to the fact that a lot of fans don’t know who he is, and the ones who do haven’t seen him in years. He’s tall, tanned, and powerful looking despite his age. His physique isn’t exactly amazing, but you can tell by the way he moves that he’s still deceptively strong. He’s wearing a simple black T-Shirt that says “Da Outsider: Da Return” and a simple pair of blue jeans. It’s not exactly wrestling attire, but it’s most definitely fighting attire. The grizzled veteran easily steps over the top rope, throws both hands up in the air to a louder pop, and quietly takes his corner.
Dean Bardo: It is really great to see The Outsider in the ring again. I haven’t seen him since the days of the GFWWE, which was a great predecessor to our company and our competition across the street. He was a powerful world champion for a period, but was sidelined with a major knee injury. He has been trying to come back from it for a few years now, and he thinks that he may finally be ready for one last run. I guess we’ll find out one way or another if he still has it left in him.
RJ Fisher: Two things. One, it’s “Da” Outsider, not “The” Outsider. Two, this man is obviously washed up. We should be booking the bright young Fallout stars, like Daniel Ness, and not washed up old has been’s like Da Outsider. No offense to him, I’m sure he’s a great guy, but he just won’t be able to keep up with our young, hungry Fallout superstars! He might be able to make it with our competiton, though…
Iris: And next, from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania… He weights in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… Please welcome Daniel Neeeeeeeeeeeeess!
“Survival of the Sickest” hits and Daniel Ness strides out to a sea of boos courtesy of the Fallout Fans. He swaggers down to the ring with an intense look on his face. His aim is simple; he wants to make an example out of his opponent tonight. His eyes are glued firmly on the grizzled veteran as the enters the ring and takes his corner.
Bardo: There may not be a man in our business today who is as cold and calculating as Daniel Ness. He’s more than eager to physically dissect, or even cripple his opponents.
Fisher: He’s got the Fallout killer instinct! He knows what he needs to do to win and he does it! That’s what Fallout’s all about!
Bell Rings
Using his amateur background, Ness tries for a quick double-leg takedown. Da Outsider is able to hold his ground, and he counters with a series of clubbing blows to Ness’ back. They land with enough force that Ness is forced to momentarily retreat and rethink his strategy. He takes a step back, and in that instant Da Outsider lets up his guard; it’s a big mistake. Ness lunges forward with a double-leg takedown that sweeps the tall man right off of his feet.
Bardo: Ness is relying on what got him to the dance. He clearly plans to use his mat skills to take the big man down.
Fisher: He’s not so tall when he’s on his back!
Ness mounts Outsider and gives him a few short forearms before focusing his attention on his opponent’s outstretched knee. Ness is full aware of Outsider’s past knee problems, and decides to target it without so much as hint of remorse. He picks the leg up only to deliver a series of quick kicks to the side of the knee. The fans boo and Outside is just short of screaming out in pain. He manages to use the massive strength of his other leg to kick Ness off of his feet and some distance backwards. Momentarily freed, Da Outsider turns his back to Ness, crawls towards the ropes, and begins to get back up to his feet with a bit of a limp. Just as he’s about up, Ness torpedos his leg out from under him with a chop block.
Bardo: Ness must feel like he has something to prove. He’s not letting up one bit.
Fisher: This match is liable to be even shorter than I thought.
Da Outsider collapses like a big redwood tree and Ness quickly locks in a camel clutch variation from there. It’s hard for even a big man like Da Outsider to move when a knee is pressed firmly into his lower back, but the good thing for him is that he doesn’t need to be; he can just reach forward and make it to the ropes. The referee orders Ness to release the hold, but Ness doesn’t do so until the very last second of the customary five-count. Realizing that he needs to get some distance between himself and his tenacious opponent, Da Outsider quickly slides out of the ring.
Bardo: The veteran wisely decides to get some distance between himself and Ness. He realizes that he’s at a stark disadvantage when he’s off his feet. He’s not a mat wrestler, he’s a brawler. He’s smart enough to realize that he needs to play to his advantage?
Fisher: The ring is Ness’ world. Outside the ring…well…I guess we’ll see.
Da Outsider hobbles around the ring, and Ness gives up chase behind him. Right when Ness gets in range, Da Outsider quickly turns around uses his reach advantage to connect with a series of fierce jabs. With Ness staggering backwards, Da Outsider lunges forward and initiates a spinning. He slams Ness to the floor with all the force he can muster, and the referee takes this instant to begin his count a little late
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:04:04 GMT -5
Da Outsider wastes little time in staggering back to his feet and stomping away at his intense opponent. He then easily lifts Ness up slides him into the ring. Ness is a little stunned, but he’s still relatively quick to get back up to his feet. He’s not quick enough to escape the graps of his opponent, and Da Outsider quickly Irish Whips him into the ropes. On his way back, Ness ducks a big boot attempt and rebounds on the opposing end of the ropes. Ness takes this opening to do the only thing he can think of doing to weaken the giant; he flies through the air with a flying crossbody. Da Outsider manages to catch him for a second, but his knee gives out an the two fall awkwardly to the crowd. Just before impact, Da Outsider’s head smashes into the Referee’s and knocks him out.
Bardo: The referee is down. We may need to get another one out here.
Fisher: Bah. Just let em’ fight. The fans love this match!
Ness is the first to his feet, and he immediately takes a few steps back. Da Outsider sits up, and becomes an easy target for a running dropkick via his opponent. Confident that his opponent is out of the game for a little bit, Ness slides out of the ring and heads towards the announce position. Iris Yoon scampers away, but the commentators and the timekeeper stand their ground. This is bad for the timekeeper, who Ness forcefully shoves aside. Ness rummages around the timekeeper’s table for a few seconds before he finds what he came for. When he gets his hand on it, he holds it above his head for all the fans to see. When they catch a glimpse of it, they are appalled beyond words. All they’re able to do is boo powerlessly as he heads back to the ring.
It’s the timekeeper’s hammer.
Inside the ring, Da Outsider gets to his feet just in time to see Ness sliding back into the ring. Ness goes for a baseball-style swing aimed right for his between Da Outsider’s eyes. Da Outsider ducks, kicks Ness in the stomach, and tries to bring him up in the air for the Outsider Bomb(Standing Missile Cross Powerbomb). He gets him up in the air, but Ness still has the hammer in his hand. Once he’s brought up to eye-level with the former world champion, he brings the hammer down right on his forehead. Da Outsider collapses and Ness lands on top of him. Showing an near unnatural level of sadism, Ness brings the hammer down on the Ousider’s skull two more times. He then rolls off, turns Da Outsider over onto his stomach, and aims a full-on hammer shot right at his knee joint.
Bardo: This is certainly more violence than I expected in this match. Daniel Ness is hurting The Outsider, and he’s hurting him bad. If he doesn’t stop using that hammer, then he may very well end his opponents career.
Fisher: He’s focusing on his knee now. You know as well as I do that Da Outsider’s surgically repaired knee can’t take much more trauma like this! Where else do you get drama like this!? Sweet Jesus, I love Fallout!
Once he sees that the referee’s stirring, Ness slides the hammer out of the ring and begins to “help” Da Outsider back up to his feet. This is hard, as the former world champion is bleeding profusely from his forehead, and appears to have trouble putting any pressure on his possibly re-injured knee. Once he’s up, Ness smiles sadistically at his opponent as he staggers and throws a few drunken punches in his direction. Ness is able to easily dodge them, and he quickly measures him up for the Sheer FiNESS(Inverted Guillotine Crusher). He gets behind Da Outsider and easily executes the maneuver. Then he makes a lazy cover for the academic three-count. The dazed referee crawls forward and begins a slow count:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bell Rings
Iris: Here is your winner by pinfall… Daniel Neeeeeeeeeeeeeess!
Daniel Ness rolls out of the ring and walks to the back. He’s pleased the carnage he’s caused and he’s more than happy with the result of the match. Da Outsider begins to stir, and a whole lot of stage hands come to the back and try to help him up. Being the kind of man he is, he won’t have any of this. He pulls himself to his feet, sore knee and all. He wipes some of the blood from his face and the fans give him a bit of an ovation. For the first time all night, they treat him like the minor legend that he is. As he proudly staggers to the back under his own power, he can hear them chanting his name.
Bardo: I have to say… All things considered, I’m pleased with Da Outsider’s performance. If he’s not injured…then I wouldn’t mind seeing him on the roster again sometime.
Fisher: Bardo, quit living in the past. He showed tonight that he just doesn’t have it anymore. We don’t need old nobodies like him holding our young guys down. Nothing against him, but I hope this is the last we’ve seen of him.
Bardo: Hmph.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:04:31 GMT -5
Segment: Aww (Credit: Rose)
You say history considers me dead. Who am I to argue with history? –Captain James T. Kirk[/i][/color]
The scene opens in, of all places, the apartment of Sakina Khalida. The apartment is well furnished. There’s a couch for guests, a coffee table, a recliner, a nice sized television set, and even well stocked mini-kitchen. The walls and floors are also in very good condition, mostly due to being on the good end of town. All in all, it’s a small but comfortable apartment.
Lilly Rouge is laying down on the couch. She’s dressed in a comfortable pair of low-rise blue jeans and a Fallout T-Shirt that’s been cut so that it’s a kind of belly shirt. Well, it’s probably a Fallout T-Shirt. The “out” part of Fallout is obscured by the cutest little furball this side of ACW’s Richard Parker. It is, of course, the small kitten that Lilly and Sakina rescued from certain death via starvation a few weeks ago. It’s grown quite nicely since then, and is already doubling in size. More importantly, it’s right at the age where it starts to be fun. The past few weeks have been everything but that. They’ve been filled with late night feedings and gross carpet cleanings. Finally, it’s getting to the age where it can begin to eat it’s own food, and hopefully take responsibility for it’s own messes with a little training.
Lilly wouldn’t care if the little devil never grew up, as she thinks that it’s the single cutest thing on the entire planet. It’s sleeping quietly on her chest now, and she pets it to her hearts content. With her eyes beaming, she coos to it quietly.
Lilly: Aren’t you the cutest thing in the entire world?
As she says this, Sakina walks into the scene from behind the couch. She’s dressed just as casually as Lilly, if not a little more modestly.
Sakina: I can think of something a tad cuter…
Lilly nearly jumbs out of her skin, and wakes the kitten in the process. She quickly turns and realizes that it was just Sakina behind her.
Lilly: Oh! Sakina, you scared me!?
Sakina giggles lightheartedly at her young trainee.
Sakina: You’re so jumpy. You’d think you wouldn’t be scared of anything after a few weeks of training with me.
Lilly: Oh, like, I trust you. I don’t trust serial killers. They’re like everywhere nowadays. You never know when they’ll just open your window and cl—
Sakina: If a serial killer came into this house, then he’d have to worry about me. Serial killers usually leave bodies; I don’t.
Sakina jokingly flexes her arm, but Lilly takes it very seriously. Sakina’s probably the single toughest person she knows.
Lilly: Wait, what’d you say was cuter than our little friend?
Sakina had forgotten all about her earlier statement until now. She zones out for a second as the kitten jumps off of the couch to go exploring. Finally, she just says the fist thing that comes to her mind: The truth.
Sakina: You’re cuter.
Lilly blushes and giggles just a bit, then she responds jokingly.
Lilly: I think you, like, enjoyed massaging my back a little too much last week.
Sakina: You’re living in a dream world. I only did it to make you feel better.
Lilly: Oh, I’m only messing with you, lol
Sakina raises her eyebrow and looks rather confused.
Sakina: “Lol?”
Lilly: Like, it’s internet speak for “laughing out loud.”
Sakina sighs and holds her forehead in her hand.
Sakina: I’m glad I don’t get on the internet much, then. I can’t believe you used something like that in a real sentence. You’re such a geek… Geek is the word, right? I don’t think I’ve ever came across it since I’ve been speaking English.
Lilly frowns adorably and starts to pout after Sakina’s joking comments.
Lilly: You’re a bully and I’m not telling you.
Sakina: First you use some sort of internet jargon and now you’re giving me the silent treatment. Lilly, how old are you?
Sakina starts to giggle, and it’s infectious to the point that Lilly starts to giggle as well. Their fake argument about nothing is at its end as quickly as it began. Sakina takes this opening to move their conversation into a more serious arena.
Sakina: You ready for our meeting with Chairman this Sunday at Emperor of the Ring?
Lilly: Yeah, I still need to ask Ginger about those tapes some more. We’re gonna turn down his offer, right?
Sakina: It depends on what he offers. It’d better be a lot, because you know how much I hate air travel. I hate it, and we’re traveling to Britain of all places to meet him.
Lilly: Maybe it won’t be any trouble this time…
The conversation takes a more serious turn, as Sakina quickly gets very angry.
Sakina: Oh, it’ll take forever, trust me on that one. Security takes one look at me and they see a possible terrorist. It’s insulting.
Lilly’s momentarily at a loss for words, and Sakina looks like she might start off on a dual rant about racism and cultural responsibility. Thankfully, Lilly’s able to lighten the conversation with an outrageous statement.
Lilly: You should ask Ginger for a private jet…
Sakina wants to stay on subject, but she can’t help but smile. She quietly assures herself that this is why she first fell in love with Lilly back years ago. She also assures herself that she won’t have to contain herself much longer. She’ll be able to quit with the elaborate charade. Until then, she moves the coffee table to the side so that there’s plenty of room in the center of the room.
Sakina: Lilly, for saying the most out of place thing I’ve heard all week, I’m challenging you to a match. Right here and right now.
Lilly feigns terror.
Lilly: What kind of match?
Sakina responds matter-of-factly with just the hint of a smile on her fact.
Sakina: A submission match… It’s my specialty, after all.
The kitten looks on curiously at the two humans begin to roll around on the floor. He’s not actually sure what they’re doing, but he does know that this gives him free reign to explore the other rooms in the house by himself. As he stalks towards the bathroom, Sakina and Lilly are giggling and wrestling in the floor. It’s almost like they’re in love.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:04:51 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Anthony Kalb (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
Iris Yoon leaps energetically out of her seat as the cameras cut to the arena to record the next match of the show. She skips quickly up the steel steps, making use of the opportunity to show of her assets, before bending down to duck under the middle-rope, prompting a score of wolf-whistles from a rowdy group of male fans in the front row. She bounds into the centre of the ring, strikes a pose and raises the mic to her lips.
Iris: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Manchester, England and weighing in tonight at 208lbs…’Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!
’Next Episode’ by Dr Dre is played out over the speakers and the boos begin instantaneously as Jefferson steps through the curtains. Jefferson is sporting new gear, his shorts now no longer contain a ‘JJ’ logo and he is wearing a black leather jacket over the top of his ring gear. He slaps his chest and holds his arms aloft with his index finger, middle finger and thumb forming a ‘gun’ shape on each hand. He smirks as the boos increase in volume and he struts down to the ring, taunting the fans as he goes. He rolls under the bottom rope as he reaches the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to his immediate right, once again slapping his chest and holding his arms aloft, forming the ‘gun’ gesture on both hands. He climbs down and takes off his jacket, dropping it out of the ring on the side nearest the commentary positions, before standing mid-ring, facing up the ramp waiting for Kalb to be introduced.
Iris: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas and weighing in tonight at 245lbs…’The Capitalist’ Anthony Kalb!!
’Money’ by Pink Floyd hits the speakers and the crowd rise to their feet, cheering loudly, as Kalb enters through the curtains. He raises his arms above his head at the top of the ramp as the appraisal of the fans showers over him. He walks confidently down the ramp but is cut off as Jefferson dives out of the ring and charges at Kalb, taking him off him feet with a Running European Uppercut, much to the chagrin of the Fallout faithful.
Jefferson sneers as the cheers for Kalb change into boos directed at the ‘Jack of all Trades’ and he simply lifts Kalb back to his feet and drives him towards the ring with a vicious series of knife-edged chops, each sending Kalb stumbling close to the apron. As Kalb’s back thumps into the apron as a consequence of Jefferson’s sixth consecutive chop, Jefferson leaps into the air and connects with an Enziguri which causes Kalb to slump to the mat. Jefferson slaps his chest with both hands and holds his arms out in his signature pose before rolling Kalb into the ring.
Bell Rings
Jefferson dives right in after him and keeps on top of his opponent by driving his elbow into the spine of Kalb, who fails to squirm out of Jefferson’s way. Jefferson refuses to let Kalb rise to his feet, keeping him on the mat with a series of nasty stomps which directly target Kalb’s head. Satisfied that Kalb is sufficiently beaten down, Jefferson grabs a handful of hair and drags Kalb to his feet. He whips him into the corner and instantly follows him, charging to hit a ferocious Running Dropkick to the face of Kalb, who slumps helplessly out of the corner and into a cover. The disgusted look on Jefferson’s face when Kalb kicks out shows his lack of respect for his opponent and he instantly turns his attention to the referee, who attempts to back away as Jefferson imposes himself.
With Jefferson’s attention placed solely on the official, Kalb has a chance to recover after not being given a chance early on due to Jefferson’s quick-paced offence. He rises shakily to his feet but quickly finds a solid vertical base, his determined face once more showing some confidence. He wastes no time in striding over to Jefferson’s position and catching his opponent, who is still trying to intimidate the official, unawares. He drives his forearm repeatedly into the back of Jefferson and lifts him up for a Leg Lift Stalling Backdrop Suplex which unfortunately Jefferson manages to counter by landing on his feet and hitting Kalb with a Release German Suplex, dropping him on his neck and folding him in two. Jefferson drops nonchalantly down, barely putting any weight on Kalb, and his lax approach is punished with only a one-count.
Jefferson grabs the hair of Kalb once more, dragging him to his feet whilst shouting abuse at the fans. This gives Kalb an opportunity, because Jefferson leaves his midriff open, which he takes by driving his fist into the abdomen of Jefferson before launching himself off the ropes and connecting with a huge Running Lariat which turns Jefferson inside out. Kalb kips up energetically, revitalised by his offence as Jefferson slowly gets to his feet, feeling the effects of landing on his neck. Kalb drives a boot into Jefferson’s face, knocking him onto his back, and follows up with Mounted Punches, breaking to cheers as the ref reaches a four-count. Kalb rises to his feet and raises his arms to the approval of the fans, but instead of basking in the applause he keeps on top of his opponent and hits him with repeated stomps to the face, until the referee forces him to break. Jefferson rolls out of the ring, trying to catch his breath, but Kalb follows him right out. Seeing his opponent follow him, Jefferson quickly dives back into the ring and bounces off the opposite ropes, this enables him to hit Kalb with a Baseball Slide that sees Kalb tumble to the outside, slumping against the protective barrier.
Jefferson sneers as he follows Kalb out, placing his arms over the barricade so he supports himself then taking a couple of steps to hit a Running Leg Lariat to his chest, hurting not only the chest of Kalb, but his arms too. Jefferson leaps onto the apron and springboards off the ropes, twisting in mid-air to hit a rising Anthony Kalb with a Corkscrew Quebrada after which he raises his arms in the air, bringing another torrent of boos from the fans. Jefferson rolls Kalb into the ring and sloppily hooks the leg, his cockiness getting the better of him as he only receives a two-count. Dragging Kalb to his feet, Jefferson sets him up in the corner and walks to the other corner, posing before running to hit a Shining Wizard. Kalb tumbles to the mat and Jefferson hooks the leg, yelling out in anger as Kalb kicks out after two.
Kalb uses the corner ropes to get to his feet as Jefferson stalks him, charging as Kalb turns around. Reacting purely on instinct, Kalb dives out of the way as Jefferson attempts to hit a Leg Lariat but instead gets tied up in the ropes. Kalb then ties Jefferson up in a Tree of Woe before walking to the opposite side of the ring and untying one of the turnbuckle covers. As the ref deals with the cover, Kalb turns his attention back to Jefferson, standing on his groin to the delight of the fans, who show their appreciation with a chorus of laughs and cheers. When the ref turns around, Jefferson is on the floor clutching his ‘area’ whilst Kalb is holding his hands in the air in a mock protest of innocence. The fans laugh as Kalb drags Jefferson to his feet and drives his forearm into the back of his neck, going ‘round behind Jefferson to hit him with a Leg Lift Stalling Backdrop Suplex, followed by a cover. Kalb only receives a quick two-count but keeps right on top of Jefferson.
Dragging Jefferson to his feet, Kalb lifts him up into a Vertical Suplex but holds him there as the fans count in unison to 10 when Kalb then drives Jefferson to the mat after letting all the blood rush to his head. The fans cheer as Kalb taunts Jefferson, giving him time to get to his feet, only to drop him back down with The Best Drop Toe Hold In the Business followed by a massively powerful Running Lariat which turns Jefferson inside out, causing him to slam hard into the mat. Kalb once more hauls Jefferson to his feet, hitting him with Repeated Knee Lifts to the Gut before driving him down to the mat with a series of dominant clubbing blows to the back of Jefferson’s neck. He covers, but Jefferson kicks out at 2.
Kalb allows Jefferson to rise to his feet before charging at him to hit him with a Running Knee Clip which knocks Jefferson back to the mat again. Angry, Jefferson hits Kalb with a rising European Uppercut which staggers him. Kalb attempts to hit Jefferson with a Running Lariat but Jefferson counters it into a Japanese Armdrag followed by a low Dropkick to the back of Kalb’s head as he attempts to rise to his feet. Jefferson places Kalb in a seated position and comes off the ropes to hit a Shining Wizard. Jefferson takes a knee, raising his arms to form his usual pose, and smirks as Kalb rolls around in pain. Jefferson, stopping Kalb’s rolling, drags his opponent to a vertical base, slapping him disrespectfully in the face and hitting him with a Millennium Suplex. He covers but only receives a two-count as Kalb once more powers out.
The frustration is starting to show on the face of Jefferson as he hauls Kalb to his feet and hits him with a Snap Suplex, holding on to follow it with a Brainbuster, stalling to allow the blood to rush to Kalb’s head before powering him to the mat. Jefferson doesn’t hold on this time but quickly grabs a hold of Kalb, hooking his leg to hit a Fisherman Suplex with a bridge. Once again, Kalb shows the resilience that made him a multiple former Fallout Openweight Champion by kicking out after two. Jefferson can’t quite believe that he didn’t get the three-count and yells at the referee that it was a three-count, slapping the mat at the same time. The referee, however, stands his ground and tells Jefferson that it was only two.
Jefferson leaps to his feet and grabs the referee’s shirt, tossing him aside and rolling under the bottom rope. He lifts the apron and pulls out a steel chair then slides back into the ring. Despite the referee’s protests, Jefferson pulls the chair back and smashes it over the head of Kalb with a sickening thud as the ref signals for the bell. Blood begins to pour out of the head of Kalb as the fans boo Jefferson profusely.
Iris: And the winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification…’The Capitalist’ Anthony Kalb!!
Jefferson seems to ignore the announcement as he drags Kalb to his feet, lifting him up and hitting him with a Fisherman Buster onto the chair as the bell is rung multiple times. Jefferson stands over the unconscious body of Anthony Kalb, yelling obscenities at him before once more hauling him to his feet. Jefferson props him up in the corner and places the chair so it is lay across his face. He then walks to the opposite side of the ring and slaps his chest, posing for the booing fans, before charging across the ring and driving the chair into the face of Anthony Kalb with a merciless Running Dropkick. Jefferson smiles to himself as a blood-soaked Anthony Kalb slumps to the mat.
Jack Jefferson exits the ring, clearly pleased with his work, as ’Next Episode’ by Dr Dre hits. He struts up the ramp, a smirk crossing his face as EMTs rush past him and hit the ring. He reaches the top and slaps his chest and holds his arms aloft with his index finger, middle finger and thumb forming a ‘gun’ shape on each hand. He ‘blows out’ the ‘guns’ as if to say “Job Done” as he exits through the curtains.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:05:28 GMT -5
Segment: New Hype! (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
The image of snow begins to fall slowly on the screen as icy blue words display themselves. A narrator’s booming voice accompanies them.
A warrior is coming to Fallout.
Blue boots are seen walking across some terrain.
When he arrives, blades will bleed.
A katana is seen swinging through the air; two hands catch it and toss it to the side.
Shields will break.
One of the blue boots is seen kicking, and shattering, a wooden shield.
But when darkness falls, will this hero reign supreme?
A quick flash of a shadowed silhouette standing in a very familiar ninja pose…
A warrior is coming to Fallout. Prepare yourselves.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:05:44 GMT -5
Segment: Stalking 2, Electric Boogaloo (Credit: Rose)
The scene opens and The Cremator brutally kicks down the boiler room door. The fog that was in there earlier flows out from behind him. As he walks down the hallway, the lights flicker on and off repeatedly. It doesn’t scare him one bit, and he merely laughs it off evilly. He shows no hint of fear. He has become obsessed with stopping his hated nemesis once and for all.
Cremator: THIS IS GETTING TIRING. WHY DON’T YOU SHOW YOURSELF?
The lights stop flickering. They shine very brightly for a second, and then an instant later they become very dim. Finally, in what could only be the result of a freak power surge, they explode. The glass shatters and rains to the floor. Cremator stops laughing, and he quickly turns around to meet his foe. As usual, he doesn’t see anything. He doesn’t see anyone. He doesn’t hear anything save for the rhythmic sound of his own heartbeat.
Cremator: YOU’RE TRYING MY PATIENCE. EVERY SECOND YOU DELAY ME IS ANOTHER HOUR THAT I’LL SLOWLY BURN YOUR BODY. I’LL GLADLY TAKE MY TIME IN ROASTING YOU ALIVE! YOU FOOL!
As Cremator’s stops yelling, he begins to hear the low sound of breathing coming from just around the corner. It becomes louder, and louder with every passing second. It’s almost as if the breathing is mocking him and daring him to walk further. He looks over his shoulder and sees that the fog from the boiler room is slowly creeping after him again. He doesn’t know what demonic powers The Reaper has, and he doesn’t really care. All he cares about is how The Reaper’s flesh will smell as it is inevitably burned into ashes.
Cremator: SO, YOU’VE BEEN LEADING ME TOWARDS YOU? THAT’LL BE THE LAST MISTAKE YOU EVER MAKE! PREPARE TO BE CREMATED!
Cremator rushes towards the sound of breathing as the fog slowly chases behind him. He may very well be running into a trap laid by the mysterious Reaper. However, can any trap truly stop this monster?
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:06:05 GMT -5
Match #7 Seven Man Tag Battle Royale: Uriel vs. Evan Dixon vs. "Immovable Object" Colossus Rhodes vs. Will Anger vs. Pat McGroin vs. "Party Animal" Jeremy Wylde vs. Ben Drinkin (Credit: Senator)
Iris: This match will determine the final three teams to compete at Endsong alongside the Goodfellas to determine the Fallout Tag Champions! The match will be fought under Fallout Battle Royale rules, meaning that pinfall, submission, referee stop, disqualification, and over the top eliminations will all be valid!
Iris: The final three competitors left in the match will win a spot for their team at the four way tag team title match at Endsong!
Iris: The last man standing will earn a guaranteed number one contendership, should his team fail at the four way battle royale at Endsong! Whew! Now, to introduce the wrestlers!
Iris: Representing the Southern Smashers, Evan Dixon!
Dixon shrugs his shoulders, and pops his neck, knowing that he’s a long shot in the competition, but that never stopped him from giving 100%.
Iris: Representing the Lost Boys, Uriel!
Uriel strikes a quick “surfer” pose, to a big pop from the crowd, who is certainly glad to see one of the original Fallout members back on the show.
Iris: Representing the Corporate Club, the Immovable Object, Colossus Rhodes!
Rhodes stands there. Yeah, that’s about it. And he looks big.
Iris: Representing the Drinkin Brothers, Ben Drinkin!
Drinkin stretches his legs, and hops in place, warming up for a battle, and looking quite serious.
Iris: Representing the Royles, Pat McGroin!
McGroin smirks at his mention, and points to his name on the back of his custom Cardiff jersey.
Iris: Representing the team of Anthony Kalb and Will Anger, Will Anger!
Anger stands on the bottom rope, raising a fist, and shouting, as usual.
Iris: Representing the Dwight Gym, Party Animal, Jeremy Wylde!
Wylde finishes drinking from his paper bagged bottle, tossing it to an official at ringside. The bell rings, and all seven men stand around uncomfortably, until Jeremy Wylde decides to start things off, and incredibly, sets his sights on Colossus Rhodes, launching into a dropkick at the giant. Immediatly, all five others in the ring follow suit, attacking the Immovable Object, bringing him to one knee, when suddenly:
Uriel: THAT JAPANESE MOVE!!!
Everyone makes way as Uriel shoots in with his familiar Shining Wizard variation, knocking Rhodes in the head...who amazingly doesn't go down. Pat McGroin, though, fixes that as he blasts the giant in the face with a running Cardiff Kick.
Bardo: That Penalty Kick was just enough to get Rhodes down, it's clear that everyone in that ring would rather take their chances to trust each other than to risk facing Rhodes near the end.
Will Anger, though, sees Evan Dixon lingering near the ropes, and his instincts take over as he dumps the perpetual jobber over the top...but Dixon manages to save himself, rolling under the ropes back into the ring. Anger repeatedly stomps his opponent, dropping a series of elbows on Dixon's head.
Fisher: Will Anger never could control his temper!
Across the ring, Ben Drinkin and McGroin trade punches, the Royles representative herding Drinkin into the corner, stepping up for a ten punch series, however, after the ninth punch, Ben is able to push forward, hitting an inverted atomic drop on McGroin, and finishing with a DDT.
Bardo: The ten punch always fires up the crowd, but it also leaves you wide open for retaliation.
Meanwhile, Uriel is seen fighting Wylde in a spectacular struggle of agility. Uriel goes for a rolling elbow, and misses, with Wylde retaliating with an inverted twist of fate…but that’s countered with a back elbow into a snapmare. Uriel lifts Wylde up off the mat, going for his sheer drop backdrop suplex, the Christopher Lee Driver, but Wylde rolls back to escape the suplex, reaching back, and hits a neckbreaker, before hitting a standing shooting star press for the pin…
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…Uriel kicks out!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:06:28 GMT -5
Over on the other side of the ring, Evan Dixon seems to have somehow gotten control in his brawl with Will Anger, throwing him into the corner, and lashing out with a series of right hands. Dixon motions to the crowd, placing Anger on the top rope, slowly climbing up, and now going for the Lost Cause, his top rope superplex finisher…but Anger doesn’t stand up all the way, instead shoving Dixon off the turnbuckle, and onto the top rope, in a painful straddling position. Will Anger hops down, steps back and superkicks Dixon, sending him toppling over to the outside…
Iris: Evan Dixon has been eliminated!
Fisher: The first elimination of the match! Evan Dixon just lost his chance of going to Endsong!
Bardo: What a surprise…
Anger celebrates with a raised fist in the air, hanging on the bottom rope…but doesn’t notice an also ticked off Pat McGroin, as he approaches from behind, kicking Anger below the belt as he bounces on the ropes, and leveraging him over the top for the second elimination in under a minute's time!
Iris: Will Anger has been eliminated!
Bardo: Idiot. That’s what happens when you showboat and turn your back, you shouldn’t even do that in a singles match, much less in a battle royale where it’s almost certain that someone will take advantage.
Ben Drinkin doesn’t care much about odds, and having tussled with his brother in the past, size doesn’t intimidate him much, so it’s only natural to see him trying to take the gigantic Colossus Rhodes down to size, repeatedly kicking him in the knee, and blasting him with knife-edge chops to the throat. Rhodes seems unaffected by either strike, and grasps Drinkin by the throat with two hands, lifting him up, but Drinkin somehow kicks his legs up, and breaks the grip in one motion, hitting a swinging hurricanrana.
Fisher: Woah, Nelly! What a move by Ben Drinkin to get out of that precarious predicament!
Bardo: Fisher, avoid alliteration if you can, please, it’s distracting.
Back to the ring, Uriel and Wylde continue their struggle. Wylde leaps off the top rope, going for his corkscrew cross body, but Uriel ducks it, hopping up to the top himself, and flying off with a corkscrew moonsault press…and bounces off Wylde’s raised knees. Wylde springs up, rushing forward into a swinging headscissors, spinning around once, and on a second revolution, somehow twists his body, landing on Uriel’s shoulders…
Bardo: Wylde actually completed the first half of the Wylde Thing? He never could pull that off in training…
Wylde then spins back around, into a smooth hurricanrana for the pin, completing the Wylde Thing for about the first time ever on Fallout!
Bardo: Amazing! Simply amaz…er…a nice move by Wylde, I thought I’d never see him get that botched move off.
Of course, that lands him in a pinning predicament, so we’ll stop paying attention to Dean Bardo marking out for about the first and only time ever, and go to the actual pin…
…1
…2
…Colossus Rhodes, having gotten back up from Drinkin’s hurricanrana, clutches Wylde by the throat, hoists him up, and dumps him out of the ring.
Iris: Jeremy Wylde has been eliminated!
Wylde stumbles back to his feet from the impact, slumping back against the guardrail, but you’d never be able to tell he was just eliminated by looking at the mile wide grin on his face.
Wylde: Woohoo! Yeah! I did it! Yo Adrienne! I did it! I got it off! Wylde swipes a drink from a fan in the front row, downs it in a gulp, sloshing about 3/4ths of the remnants down his chest in the process, and stumbles over to Iris Yoon, giving her a big semi-tackle hug, nearly sending both falling over.
Iris: Eww, you smell!
Iris shoves the ecstatic Wylde off, and he stumbles his way to the back.
Fisher: The action here in the ring should be picking up now, as the next person eliminated will be the last person not to make it to Endsong!
The four competitors left indeed do look cautious, knowing that any false move will cost them the chance they all prepared for. Colossus Rhodes easily is the favorite of the final four, and the other three know it, all looking at each other, making a silent agreement to triple team their mutual opponent. McGroin, Uriel, and Ben Drinkin all jump Rhodes at once, punching and kicking the giant, slowly doubling him over through attrition, and it looks like the Immovable Object might be going down...until Rhodes throws them off with a mighty heave!
Bardo: Woudn't be a battle royale without the big man doing that at some point.
McGroin is back up first, and is met with a kitchen sink, rolling back under the top rope to the apron. Uriel follows him, leaping up to his feet, going for a running cross body. Colossus, though, easily catches the flying Lost Boy, throwing him up...but before he can complete the lethal Titan Breaker, Ben Drinkin intercepts him with a missile dropkick to the ribs, sending Uriel toppling over onto Rhodes for a pin...
...1
...2
...Rhodes presses Uriel off to escape the pin! Drinkin slides in with a low angle dropkick, keeping the Immovable Object from reaching his feet, and McGroin soon joins the act, and the three resume their assualt, Drinkin and Uriel each taking an arm, and McGroin taking the legs, as the attempt to slowly lift the gargantuan over the top. Colossus Rhodes, for the first time, feels a sense of urgency, flailing his arms shaking his opponents off, and thrusting a ferocious boot into the gut of McGroin. As Uriel stands up, he sees Pat McGroin standing nearby, and decides to take the hooligan's head into a cravate, running foward, and *up* Colossus, right back into his Hammer of God/Shiranui! Uriel covers for the pin...
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...2
...3!
Iris: Pat McGroin has been eliminated! The final three members have won a spot for their team!
As Iris makes the announcement, Uriel suddenly steps back over the top rope...
Uriel: See ya' later, dudes!
Astoundingly, Uriel hops down to the floor, eliminating himself!
Iris: Uriel...has been eliminated?
Uriel strides to the back, with a big grin on his face.
Bardo: Now that's an interesting way out. I think Uriel figured that he wanted no part of Colossus Rhodes, after winning the Lost Boys a ticket to Endsong.
Fisher: It's the easy way out, that's what it was! He put in the bare minimum! That's not going to work in the title match, though!
Bardo: But he will be rested, and isn't risking injury. If you're competent you can win, why stick around for a second chance?
Fisher: Maybe if he had pride in his ability, and wanted to give one hundred percent every time, Uriel would have stayed! Maybe out of respect for the paying audience here, and the people watching at home, he would have stayed to entertain them!
Bardo: Or maybe, he wants to save his best for when it counts, Fisher.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:06:53 GMT -5
Ben Drinkin and Colossus Rhodes both face off for what seems like an eternity, Drinkin circling around, while Rhodes regards his opponent with a contemptful stare as he tracks his movements around the ring. Ben Drinkin fakes a charge, but Rhodes barely budges an inch.
Fisher: The Immovable Object doesn't care what Ben Drinkin does! He'll just take it, corner him, and squash him!
Ben, though, has other ideas, and runs in for a low dropkick. Rhodes lifts his leg, though, sending his opponent sliding under to the other side. Drinkin is fast enough to stand up before Colossus turns back around, and hits him with a chop to the throat. Rhodes slowly moves fowards, but Ben Drinkin meets him with a straight kick to the knee, another one, and a low dropkick. Rhodes starts to buckle, and Drinkin keeps up the assault, going back to the throat chops, hitting a rapid series to the side to the Immovable Object's neck as he bends over. Rhodes shakes his head, and goes for a short range lariat, which misses by a good two feet, as Drinkin shifts to the other side, now throwing a spinning knife edge chop.
Bardo: The spinning neck chop, similar to those used by the legendary Kenta Kobashi.
Drinkin spins back into another chop, and a third, sending Rhodes slumping against the ropes. Ben Drinkin appeals to the crowd, shouting before charging in with a leaping lariat, trying to send Rhodes over the top rope, but is caught in mid-lariat, into a bearhug. Colossus spinebusters Drinkin straight down, and covers for a pin...
...1
...2
...Drinkin kicks out! Colossus Rhodes starts to show a bit of frustration, stomping on Drinkin's head, before lifting him back up in a choke hold, tossing him into the corner. Rhodes lunges in with a big right hand, but only hits the turnbuckle post. Ben Drinkin once again kicks Rhodes in the leg, kicking again, this time, a jumping front kick to the solar plexus. Drinkin climbs up the adjacent ropes, balancing on the second rope as he places Rhodes in a front facelock...
Fisher: Could this be what I think it could be?
Ben Drinkin then leaps off, completing a monster sized A-OK off the ropes, rolling Rhodes over, and covering for the pin...
...1
...2
...Rhodes kicks out, incredibly! Drinkin, though, does not lose control, but instead slowly lifts Rhodes back up to one knee in a front facelock, pulling him back over to the ropes, precariously balancing up on the bottom, then the middle, and finally, the top rope, before turning around, into an A-OK, yanking Rhodes neck first over the ropes, and himself landing on the apron! Rhodes tumbles back, and like a giant tree toppling over, he slowly falls back as Drinkin rolls back into the ring. Colossus collapses in a heap, clutching his neck, and Drinkin covers for the pin...
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...2
...3!
Iris: Your winner of the battle royale, Beeeen Drinnnnnkiiiiiiin!
Ben Drinkin wearily rises back to his feet, as Afternoon and Selina rush down to the ring, helping him back out, and getting him to the back, before the Corporate Club can show up to aid the fallen Colossus.
Fisher: The Drinkin Bros. are going to Endsong, along with the Lost Boys, the Corporate Club, and the Goodfellas! This is shaping up to be one incredible match!
Bardo: It becomes more interesting when you consider that the Corporate Club can field about any members that it wishes. My guess is that the money’s on Colossus and Sylvain Mint, although the team of Hugh Daniels and Sgt. Pilko’s another strong one.
Fisher: No matter what, three weeks from this day, Endsong, be sure to order now!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 24, 2006 2:07:10 GMT -5
Segment: Careful What You Wish For (Credit:Rose)
The scene opens to the sound of erratic breathing. It opens to the sight of The Cremator stalking down one of the backstage hallways. The lights flicker as he passes by, and then they generally explode some time after. Not long after that the fog trails behind him rather impressively. Fallout’s special effects budget has apparently been increased in response recent ratings successes. Cremator makes his way to a door and makes one last loud shout before he kicks it down.
Cremator: I CAN HEAR YOU! YOU’VE RUN OUT OF TRICKS!
The Cremator kicks down the door and he sees his hated nemesis standing in the center of the room. He’s a little wary to attack him, because he’s fallen for The Reaper’s tricks before. He knows that The Reaper has to go through him if he wants to escape. The room only has one exit. As the Cremator creeps towards his apparently unaware opponent, the walls begin to bleed…
CREMATOR: TURN AROUND AND FACE ME!
With that, The Reaper turns around and the two begin to brawl viciously. With a violent shove, The Reaper forces Cremator backwards and then immediately raises his hands up into the air. Out of nowhere, gallons upon gallons of blood fall from the ceiling an on top of Reaper’s hated opponent. He’s sprung his trap and it appears as if the Cremator has to pay for it. He’s doomed to drown in a sea of blood. Finally, after countless gallons fall on top of the Cremator, it stops. To The Reaper’s amusement…his foe is nowhere to be seen. All he hears is a familiar booming voice…
Cremator: MWAHAHAHA! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF OUR GAME FOR TONIGHT! DON’T WORRY, I’LL END IT SOON ENOUGH!
The Reapers stands motionless for just a second while he absorbs the threat. Then, he moves his hand towards the camera. A bit of static interference starts to appear on the screen. It quickly gets stronger and stronger until finally the camera finally violently explodes . Fade to black.
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Post by Shawn on Sept 24, 2006 2:39:32 GMT -5
Segment: Awww: Part Two *OR* Three Pages, Ahoy! (Credit: Rose)
Yay, Three Pages! –Shawn[/i][/color]
We open once again in Sakina Khalida’s apartment. It’s descended into a little state of disarray since last we left it. The couch has been moved about seventy five degrees, give or take, and the coffee table has been knocked over to its side. Thankfully, nothing has been broken. Lilly has put up an admirable fight, but she’s found herself falling victim to what looks like a playful version of the half Boston crab. Both women are giggling, and Sakina doesn’t sound the least big convincing as she yells at her young trainee.
Sakina: Tap out, Lilly! Tap out!
Lilly grabs the one of the coffee table’s legs and “pleads” for mercy when she can stop her giggling..
Lilly: I’ve got my hand on a rope. You have to let go. It’s the rule.
Sakina: Lilly, that’s the leg of the coffee table that you kicked over a second ago…it’s not a rope.
Lilly manages to let out one of her adorable pouty frowns as the Sakina pulls her away from the coffee table.
Lilly: We’re playing pretend…the least you can do is let me say that the table leg is a rope.
Sakina doesn’t listen, and she applies just a gentle bit of pressure to convince Lilly that she’s “serious.”
Sakina: Tap out, Lilly… It’s all you can do now.
Lilly: Let go Sakina…I’m warning you. I’ll unleash my secret weapon if you don’t.
Sakina merely smiles and makes a proverbial “low blow.”
Sakina: Lilly, you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not terrified. You did lose a match via spanking as I recall.
Lilly starts to concentrate, and it looks like she’s feigning anger for just a second.
Sakina: You’re so cute when you’re trying to be serious…
Lilly: That’s it!
Lilly pulls her hands up around Sakina’s stomach and unleashes her “secret weapon.” The single most dreaded move in play wrestling: The Tickle. It only takes a second for Lilly to find Sakina’s ticklish spot, and pretty soon Sakina loses control and releases the hold due to not being able to contain her laughter. Pretty soon, Sakina returns with some vicious tickling of her own. In just seconds, both women are quivering on the floor with laughter. Lilly, of course, is the first one to break. She giggles adorable as she finally gives up.
Lilly: I quit. You win.
Sakina: You came close. Even if you had to cheat with tickling.
Lilly: Me? Cheat? You were the one that wouldn’t let me go when I grabbed the rope.
The two quit arguing, and just try to stop laughing. It’s a rather infectious thing that they both can’t quite control. That’s how laughter is. Suddenly, Sakina springs up to her feet and looks very worried.
Sakina: Oh… Lilly, where’s the kitten?
Lilly gets to her feet, and quickly surveys the destruction that is a direct result of their titanic struggle. Despite her best efforts, she doesn’t see the little fur ball anywhere. Then, by instinct, she lightly sniffs of the air. The location of the kitten becomes clear.
Lilly: Ummm… Sakina…?
Sakina: Yes, Lilly? Do you see him?
Lilly: Ummm, no… But, like, from the smell of things… I think he might be over there…
Lilly points towards Sakina’s bedroom, and when Sakina realizes what Lilly’s insinuating, she quietly curses to herself in her native tongue.
Sakina: He’s lucky he’s so cute… If he got anything on my bed…
Lilly: I’ll clean it up, don’t worry!
Sakina angrily opens the door, and then a warm smile creeps across her face. Lilly peers over her shoulder, and she can barely stop herself from screaming “Awwwww!” as loud as she can. The kitten did make a little mess, but it wasn’t on the bed, thankfully. It was just on the floor. The mess, however, is an afterthought to Sakina and Lilly. They’re concentrated on the cute image of the kitten curled up asleep on the bed.
Sakina: Like I said…he’s really lucky…
Lilly is transfixed by how warm and happy Sakina looks. It’s at moments like this that she realizes just how good of a friend Sakina is. As Sakina looks on at the cute little pipsqueak, Lilly tenderly embraces her in a warm, gently hug.
Lilly: We both are.
As Lilly hugs Sakina, the scene slowly zooms in onto the sleeping kitten before fading to black.
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