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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 12, 2006 8:35:38 GMT -5
Dark Matches
Match #1: The Royles vs. Random Dave and Taylor Houston
The Royles completely squashed the jobbery team of Dave and Taylor. Badly. Ivor Biggin knocked Houston off the apron with a running elbow smash, while McGroin knocked Dave to the mat with a scoop slam. As Random Dave sat up, Biggin returned from the apron just in time to help McGroin complete the Cardiff Crunch sandwich penalty kick. They didn’t finish there, however, as Biggin helped Dave to his feet, drop toe holding him near the ropes, while McGroin rushed off the opposite ropes, returning with the skull cracking Head Hunter kick to the temple, forcing the referee to stop the match for the second week in a row.
Match #2: The Drinkin Boys vs. Uriel and "The Gambler" Nick Valentino" with Memnoch
Uriel showed up here to make amends for last week’s less than 100% performance, and to convince Fallout that the Lost Boys can still compete. Memnoch had his head bandaged from the Head Hunter of last week, but otherwise looked ok at ringside, while Valentino was as solid as ever. Uriel was strong early on, even hitting his “German Suplex!/That Japanese Move!” combo on Ben, with Afternoon getting the save. End came with Afternoon leveling Valentino with a big boot, and lifting Ben up on his hands for a spectacular assisted moonsault press.
Match #3: Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint vs. Wolf
Perhaps one of the most controversial and signifigant dark matches yet in Fallout history was the final one of the night. The match itself was rather brief and not exactly spectacular in technical terms. However, two big developments took place that would resonate far beyond the match itself. First, Mint was unexpectedly popular, with somewhere from one fourth to a half of the crowd cheering him throughout the match, and a *real* set of dualing chants took place. Second, near the end, Sgt. Pilko dashed up to the apron, distracting Wolf, allowing Mint to catch him surprise with a low blow, and the Pocket Change ground cobra twist pin for the three count and a huge upset! A hugely ticked off Wolf went nearly insane, going on a chokeslam rampage, as Pilko and Mint hightailed to the back, Wolf chokelslammed the referee, two ringside officials, almost caught Iris Yoon, and even hit a heckling fan with the Fall From Valhalla.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:35:14 GMT -5
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Match #1 Lilly Rouge vs. Alexis Bijoux
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Match #2: TV Title Match OLYMPIA vs. "X"
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Match #3: Jack Jefferson vs. Marcus Curtis
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Match #4: Santiago Rivera vs. "X"
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Match #5: Anthony Kalb vs. Angelo Giovanni
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Match #6: Fallout Tag Team Title Match: The Goodfellas vs. Damien King and Julio Rivera
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This is a Halberd II Production…
A physics professor and his assistant are working on liberating negatively charged hydroxyl ions, when all of a sudden, the assistant says, "Wait, Professor! What if the salicylic acids do not accept the hydroxyl ions?"
And the professor responds, "That's no hydroxyl ion! That's my wife!"
Time for Fallout.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:35:45 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: Welcome to Saturday Night Fallout, truly the fastest hour on television! This is R.J. Fisher, alongside my colleague Dean Bardo, and this is going to be a lightspeed show headed right at you!
Dean Bardo: The Fallout Tag Titles are on the line, as the Irresistible Force, Julio Rivera returns to team up with former Television Champion, Damien King in an attempt to unseat the Goodfellas. Santiago Rivera makes his Fallout in-ring debut against an undisclosed competitor, and OLYMPIA returns to defend his Television Title against another unknown. Also, Anthony Kalb will clash with Angelo Giovanni in a match between two former Senatorial Stable members, and the long awaited singles match between Marcus Curtis and Jack Jefferson is tonight.
Fisher: Let’s not forget that coming up first, Alexis Bijoux will take on the rapidly improving Lilly Rouge in the opening contest, too! And without further ado, let the show begin!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:36:02 GMT -5
Match: Lilly vs Alexis (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the state of Arkansas, please welcome Alexis Bijoux!
“Alexis’ theme” hits and Alexis makes a simple walk to the ring. The fans boo her heavily, but she seems to pay them no mind as she shakes Iris’ hand and takes her corner.
Iris: And next… Ah screw it! I don’t get paid enough for this!
“Karma Chameleon” hits as Lilly Rouge comes from behind the curtain to a nice sized pop. Sakina Khalida comes out behind her seconds later to a similarly sized pop. They walk to the ring quickly, with Lilly taking some time to fraternize with the fans before she enters the ring. She doesn’t take her eyes of off her opponent as she takes her corner and waits for the bell to ring.
Bell rings
In what is an astounding first, starts on the offensive. She dives forward and in an attempt to get her hands on either one of Alexis’ ankles. The fans pop for the sudden start to the match, and Alexis is nearly caught off guard. She sidesteps as quickly as she can and drops an elbow on her petite opponent while she’s down on the mat.
Dean Bardo: I don’t think we’ve ever seen Ms. Rouge on the offensive this early in a match before. It’s certainly impressive.
RJ Fisher: It’s impressive, but not exactly effective so far… This is heating up to be another great Fallout match!
Alexis drops down to the mat and locks in a front facelock in an attempt to keep Lilly grounded. With the fans cheering her on, Lilly quickly escapes from the move and hops up to her feet. Alexis does the same and, with a screech, she charges forward. Her anger blinds her, and she walks right into a swift armdrag. Alexis hits the mat hard, but she’s quickly able to get back to her feet. To the cheers of the fans, she charges forward and walks right into another armdrag. She hits the mat hard and Lilly quickly follows it up with a legdrog. With a huge smile on the face, she hooks the leg as the referee counts:
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bardo: That was a swift series of attacks by Ms. Rouge. She has looked very strong thus far.
Fisher: This is great! This is what Fallout’s all about!
Alexis kicks out strongly before the three-count. Lilly picks her up to her feet, and then Alexis takes the opportunity to hit her with a stiff knee and then she brings Lilly down to the mat with a bodyslam. A kneedrop later, and Alexis hooks her opponents leg as the referee counts:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bardo: Ms. Bijoux proved that she’s capable of regaining control of a match rather quickly. Lets see is she can keep control of it.
Fisher: Whatamove! That’s one of the most solid kneedrops I’ve seen in a while!
Alexis picks Lilly up to her feet and throws her into the ropes with an Iris whip. Using a great degree of agility, Lilly bounces off of the ropes with a spinning back elbow to a HUGE pop from the crowd. She quickly scrambles to make the pin as the camera zooms out to Sakina at ringside, who looks to be very pleased with her young apprentice’s performance. As she makes the cover, the referee gets in position and counts:
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
A “Lets Go Lilly!” chant starts across the small arena as Lilly gets up to her feet and quickly ascends the nearest turnbuckle. She starts to come off with a moonsault, but Alexis clubs her from behind before she can do it. She tries to follow it up by giving a back suplex to her stunned opponent, but Lilly meets her with a series of elbows and knocks her back down to the mat. Then, when Alexis gets to her feet, and Lilly comes off the top with a variation of the Lilly Special(Tornado DDT). As the fans go nuts, she makes the cover for the:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee calls for the bell as Sakina jubilantly enters the ring. On the outside, Iris Yoon makes her announcement with a scowl on her face.
Bell Rings
Iris: Here is your winner by pinfall… Lilly Rouge.
In the ring, Sakina greets Lilly with a big hug and a warm smile. The two celebrate with the fans as the show goes into commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:36:19 GMT -5
Segment: A Small Problem (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
Inside the arena the fans are cheering themselves hoarse, clearly thoroughly enjoying the night’s action. The mood changes suddenly as the opening chords of “Next Episode” play over the speakers and Jefferson steps through the curtains complete with his trademark cocky smirk. Jefferson is wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, accompanied by a black designer suit jacket, with black trousers, and Italian shoes with a mirror shine. His smirk grows as he struts down the ramp to a chorus of boos from the fans.
As he reaches the ring he doesn’t take his usual route of sliding under the ropes or climbing into the apron, instead opting to take the stairs. He then climbs through the ropes and climbs onto the turnbuckle, striking his usual pose. He then hops down and goes over to the opposite side of the ring, leaning over the ropes to demand a mic from Iris, who complies. He then walks to the centre of the ring, adjusts his jacket and raises to the mic to his lips.
Jefferson: Cut the music!
As the music is cut, Jefferson lowers the mic down to his side as “Asshole” chants fill the arena. After 30 seconds, the chants die down and he decides to continue.
Jefferson: For those of you who have been under a fucking rock, my name is Jack Jefferson; and I’m your new idol!
A smirk crosses his face as the “Asshole” chants start up once more, and once again Jack waits for them to die down.
Jefferson: Ok, seeing as we’re running through exactly what happens every time someone you don’t like comes out, I’d like to begin by saying: “I hate you all, and your local sports team suck!”
A large grin crosses his face as some of the crowd attempt to start a “You Suck” chant whereas other simply look confused.
Jefferson: Anyway, I didn’t come down here to exchange small talk with you. Honestly, I have much better things I could be doing. The reason I’m down here is to confront Marcus Curtis, but before I call him out here I’d like to share a little video with you all…roll the footage.
As Jack turns to face the screen, the lights dim slightly and a video comes onto the screen.
Jefferson: Ouch! That looks painful.
Jefferson: I’ve said it before, and undoubtedly I’ll be forced to say it again, but damn, people…I am good!”
Jefferson jumps backwards in ‘terror’ as “Happy” by Mudvayne is played throughout the arena and Marcus Curtis’ entrance video is played instead of the next clip of Jefferson’s video package. Jefferson then puts on a mocking scared face and tosses his jacket into the nearest corner as a fat midget, who looks like a miniature version of the “Ugandan Giant” Kamala, waddles through the curtains. Upon seeing the midget the crowd begin chanting “What-the-fuck?!” In order to respond, Jefferson raises the mic to his lips.
Jefferson: Stop, stop, stop. Just stay where you are for a minute!
The mini-Kamala stops halfway down the ramp as Jefferson turns to address the crowd.
Jefferson: Look, you ungrateful bastards, we’re on a budget here! I’d like to see any of you do it better! Right, let’s carry on.
He then beckons for mini-Kamala to continue and tosses the mic away as his orders are followed and mini-Kamala dives into the ring. As the midget charges at him, Jefferson holds out a hand, leaving the midget swinging his fists helplessly until he is levelled with a kick from Jefferson. Jefferson then lifts him up effortlessly and walks over to the corner, climbing onto the second rope. He then puts the bad mouth on a few fans before flipping backwards to hit the Fallaway Moonsault on the mini-Kamala. Jefferson then calmly retrieves his jacket and puts it back on before grabbing hold of the mic.
Jefferson: What you ungrateful cunts just witnessed is a preview of what will happen later on tonight when I face Marcus Curtis 1-on-1…call it spoilers.
With that he drops the mic and exits the ring as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits. He then struts to the top of the ramp, smirking, before turning around and striking his trademark pose his ‘adoring’ fans.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:36:35 GMT -5
Promo: Who you gonna call? (Credit: Byron)
Brian Carnage is seen walking down the halls, and the crowd gives mild cheers, seeing one of their favorite faces. He is on the cell phone, talking to someone unidentified, approaching his dressing room.
BC: listen to me, Brian Carnage is getting bigger than ever before. I mean, come on! Yeah, an action figure is right around the corner. I can feel it! I have to talk to Biff later on about that. Not to be arrogant, but as a major player here at Fallout, I deserve what I have coming to me. Hell, Ginger may call my number up soon. I tell ya, Brian Carnage is….
Exactly what Brian Carnage is, the crowd will never know. He set foot into his dressing room and stood wide-eyed at the state of it.
BC: I have to call you back. *click*
The room lay before him in disarray. The chairs were stacked on top of the table, one on top of another, his mirror was cracked in two places, as if someone had pushed it inwards with their hands. Several plastic cups were lined up in a single stack balanced on each other oddly to about waist high, and his gear was stuck to the ceiling as if by glue. Carnage walked in the room and just took in what was around him. Dumbfounded, he walked over to the mirror and took a hard look at it, and then he gazes around the room as the cups fall, almost on cue. He slams his fist down onto the table, causing shards to become dislodged. Straightening up to get out of the way, he yells aloud to himself.
BC: WHO DID THIS?
Then, from nowhere yet all around, a voice answers him.
Voice: NOT WHO, BUT WHAT.
Spinning on his heels, Carnage looks all over for the speaker. He doesn’t find him, but his eyes fall on something FAR more interesting. The table and chairs from before are now floating in midair, each on their own path. Brian looks frightened (rightfully so) and looks like he is trying to hold back a girlish scream. His cell phone falls to the ground. The camera starts to shake, as the cameraman is scared out of his wits. With a resounding crash, the table and chairs fall to the ground, breaking into individual pieces of wood. Carnage and the cameraman run out of the room, the latter dropping the camera. What is on the screen is Spade’s cell phone as well as debris from the table and chairs. With a tense ring, Carnage’s phone rings. The name on the screen reads “UNKNOWN CALLER” but then, a dark shape passes in front of the camera. It pauses, blocking the lens then makes on its way. When the phone is revealed again, UNKNOWN CALLER has changed to “BYRON ROCKWOOD” and a sinister laugh is heard as the image cuts back to the ring.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:37:03 GMT -5
Match: OLYMPIA vs. “X” (Credit: Hitman)
The crowd is about to come unglued from their seats due to one of their favorites about to wrestle.
Iris: “This contest is a non-title match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The 5th Dimension, he is the Fallout Television Champion, OLYMPIA!”
The arena 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 inside, and he pauses to pose with both fists touching one another over his chest. He goes down the ramp, slapping every hand put in his direction all the way around the ring before climbing the stairs and jumping in over the top rope, climbing the opposite turnbuckle to signal to the crowd once more.
Iris: “And his opponent…”
Before the proper music can play, “30/30-150” by Stone Sour hits and the crowd is confused. After the song kicks in, XS3 and Christine Leon-Irvine appear onstage. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 holds up a guitar in hand and a microphone in his other hand. OLYMPIA looks on as XS3’s music fades. XS3 holds the mic up.
XS3: “Dammit all anyway, it’s great to be here.”
The crowd cheers.
XS3: “However, before everyone gets confused, I am not OLYMPIA’s opponent. Rather, his opponent is someone who hasn’t been seen in a while so I thought I would do the honor and play his theme.”
XS3 then walks over to one side of the stage and plugs his guitar into an amp before sitting down on the chair. Christine remains standing as XS3 begins playing an instrumental Latin theme. The crowd knows who this belongs to and they cheer as Felix Santana Senior appears onstage.
Iris: “And his opponent… FELIX SANTANA SR!”
Felix Sr. nods to the fans and waves to one before he enters the ring and stares down OLYMPIA. XS3 stops playing and he takes the guitar off of him, allowing Christine to sit on his lap.
Bell rings.
Back to the ring, OLYMPIA and Felix Sr. lock up in the center. Felix pushes OLYMPIA into the corner rather harshly and unloads with a chop onto his chest. Of course, this doesn’t come without a classic OLYMPIA sell and the TV Champ is almost sent backflipping out of the ring. He does, however, land on the apron and punches off an attempt at Felix Sr. advancing towards him. With the crowd solidly behind him, OLYMPIA then springboards up to the top rope and catches Felix Sr. with a picture perfect hurracanrana. The crowd goes even more bananas at this move as OLYMPIA tries pumping up the crowd even more. He even tries to get XS3 and Christine pumped up and they respond by clapping on the Champion of the 5th Dimension. OLYMPIA then turns around and walks into a front dropkick from Felix Sr., which sends OLYMPIA into a backflip that almost drops him on his head.
The crowd begins the “LET’S GO OLYMPIA!” chants as Felix Sr. picks up OLYMPIA and spins him around before hooking his arms and lifting him up with the Santana Vice. OLYMPIA is asked if he wants to quit but he simply shakes his head, not wanting to quit. The support of the fans is enough to make OLYMPIA snap out of his current state. The fan favorite then uses all of his strength to roll forward and flings Felix Sr. through the ropes and sending him to the outside. OLYMPIA then gets to his feet and dashes off the opposite ropes. Felix Sr. gets to his feet only to watch OLYMPIA lunges through the ropes and swing himself around, connecting with an amazing tornado DDT.
OLYMPIA then tosses Felix Sr. back into the ring then rolls forward into the ring through the ropes. OLYMPIA then whips Felix Sr. into the corner but when he charges at him, he gets a boot to his face. Felix Sr. then bounces off of the ropes, hoping to pick up a big upset victory with the Running Cross Chop. However, OLYMPIA has other plans and he leaps up and rolls over Felix Sr., who harshly hits the mat. OLYMPIA then awaits Felix Sr. to get up and once he does get to his feet, his dreams of beating OLYMPIA are shattered courtesy of the Shotei from Hell. Felix Sr. is out of it and OLYMPIA covers for an easy 1-2-3.
Iris: “And the winner of the match is OLYMPIA!”
“Through The Fire And Flames” plays once more and OLYMPIA is handed his Fallout TV title. He raises it high to the cheering fans and points to the fans who keep on cheering. XS3 and Christine are then shown clapping on OLYMPIA with smiles on their faces before they take their leave.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:37:19 GMT -5
Segment: Cowboy Conversation (Credit: Senator)
As the scene opens up, “Outlaw” Jack Connor is seen in the locker room area of the Dwight Gym with Stan H. Johnston, both in their street clothes at this point.
Connor: Now then, son, you gotta toughen up a bit more, work more on cardio…
Johnston: Come on, Outlaw, ya know I’m no good at that sorta stuff, just lemme toss folks around for an hour and ah’m fine! But ya got me runnin’ on that borin’ ol’ treadmill, and I just feel like ma legs are gonna give out on me!
Connor: Yeah, I know that feelin, they used to get me runnin miles down dirt roads back in my time…
Johnston: Yeah, an’ they probably made you walk ten miles through waist high snow going uphill both ways!
Connor: Aww, hush, kid!
Johnston: So yah, what’s the deal with one eyes these days?
Connor: Who…oh, Chance. He’s lost his way, I just hope he can pick the pieces back up of his life when he finds what’s really important.
Johnston: Bet ya ten bucks I can take the sucker!
Connor: Sorry, son, but Chance isn’t like you, he’s a remorseless varmint. He’s a killer, a regular monster in the ring, like a Texas whirlwind. You’d need to get a real killer instinct just to stand a chance against him. You see what he did to me, his own father?
Johnston: Sir, I know I might seem like a good hearted fellow most of the time, but when the time’s callin’ for it, I can turn on that fire, if need be! You see the Philly BBQ? You see my time back in Texas against Duke Cogburn in that bullstrap match a few years back for the title?
Connor: Who’d you just mention?
Johnston: Uhh, the old man, Duke Cogburn…
Connor: Well, ah’ll be damned! The Texas Lawman, Duke Cogburn’s still wrasstlin?
Johnston: Sure is! We had ourselves a lil’ war there, but I respect him like a father! He’s the one who recommended me to Dwight!
Connor: Ah’ll be, Duke Cogburn, that tough ol’ guy, I though he retired and bought a ranch in Cali, back ‘bout ten, fifteen years ago!
Johnston: Yep, but he came back about a year later, got bored, and homesick. Well, I think I might just have to invite him over someday…
Connor: You do that. And if you want to fight my son, you better do everything you can to prepare for that, it’ll be the fight of your life, and I mean that to the bottom of my Texas heart.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:37:51 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Marcus Curtis (Credit: Marcus Curtis/Jack Jefferson)
Iris is stood waiting patiently in the ring for the next match.
“Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, a smirk on his face as the fans boo him profusely.
Bardo: As much as I love announcing Fallout, I hate having to watch the likes of Jack Jefferson week in, week out. As talented as this young man is, his actions over the past few weeks have been despicable at best. This guy clearly has no respect for the business I love.
Fisher: As much as I agree with you Dean I think that a certain degree of professionalism is needed here.
Bardo: …
Iris: And now entering the arena he weighs in at 207lbs, from Manchester, England. He is the ‘Jack of all Trades’...Jack Jefferson!!
Jefferson swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope.
Fisher: Over the past few weeks Jack Jefferson has been involved in a few altercations with Marcus Curtis, he assaulted the youngster at Endsong and just last week he attacked Curtis after the tag team match.
Bardo: And if Beau James hadn’t been there to stop the nonsense then god only knows what could have happened, in fact the thoughts of Jack Jefferson are so vile and disgusting that only he knows what’s going on in his egotistical mind.
Fisher: And of course earlier tonight, he offended practically everyone by beating up a midget who looked like Kamala.
Bardo: That was just bizarre, then he made excuses about low budget. If he cared so much he’d pay out of his own damn pocket, but as I said earlier this guy has no respect for wrestling.
Jack slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and throws it to the announcers table to where Dean Bardo is sitting.
Bardo: I don’t want your jacket you ass.
Jefferson: You can’t say ass on television, dickhead.
Bardo gets to his feet and removes his headset as Jack stands in the ring trash talking; suddenly Jack draws his attention to the entrance ramp as Happy by Mudvayne plays over the sounds system .Marcus bursts from the curtains, a brightly coloured pyro goes off as Curtis hits his closed hand off his chest and raises his arms above his head.
Fisher: Dean, sit down! Now we’re back to business with my new favourite person on Fallout, with the exception of OLYMPIA of course.
Bardo: Of course.
Iris: And his opponent, weighing in at 212lbs, from Trenton, New Jersey...Marcus Curtis!!
Marcus then jogs down to ringside slapping as many fan hands as possible. He stops and stares at Jack who cockily smirks, as Marcus slides into the ring Jefferson rolls out and slowly paces around the ring. As he reaches Bardo he stops and laughs as Dean shouts at him to get in the ring. Jack demands Marcus stands back and slowly gets in the ring as the bell rings to officially begin the match.
Bardo: Finally we get down to business here.
Jefferson offers a handshake to Curtis who cautiously accepts, Jefferson looks around to the crowd before launching a hard slap directed at Curtis’s face, Jefferson’s cocky smirk quickly turns to a look of shock as his slap was caught by Curtis
Bardo: Oh Curtis was one step ahead there and now Jefferson must pay the price for his cockiness.
Curtis takes this opportunity and clenches hard, crushing the hand of Jefferson who drops to his knees in pain, he tries to make a ‘Time Out’ sign with his hands but is unable to due to Curtis having possession of his right hand, Jefferson slowly gets to his feet and delivers a swift poke to the eye of Curtis before applying a side headlock. He cockily smirks to the crowd as Curtis goes to push him against the ropes opposite, however Curtis grabs Jefferson’s right hand and resumes crushing it, this does not last longer however as Jefferson kicks Curtis hard in the shin before knocking him to the mat with a dropkick to the knee followed up by a quickly applied reverse chinlock.
Jefferson: Crush my hand now Bitch.
Curtis accepts this challenge and begins to grab Jefferson’s hand and crush it more intently than before, Jefferson counters this by kicking Curtis square in the back and hitting a well executed rollover neckbreaker. Jefferson tries to pick up Curtis by the hair but fails by virtue that Curtis has tightly packed cornrows, a few fans laugh at Jefferson who instead grabs Marcus by his nose and drags him to his feet before hitting Curtis with a stiff chop that echoes around the building, Jefferson wrenches the arm of Curtis before hitting a hard vertical suplex and quickly rolling into a pin
ONE
Shoulder up by Curtis
Jefferson looks frustrated but picks up Curtis and wrenches the arm once more before hip tossing Curtis to the ground and locking in an armbar. The referee checks on Curtis who slowly makes his way to the ropes to break the hold, Jefferson complains to the referee as Curtis gets to his feet.
Bardo: What’s he complaining about? Curtis broke the hold fairly.
Jefferson turns to receive a boot to the mid section by Curtis who attempts a suplex only to be blocked by Jefferson, Curtis stomps on the foot of Jefferson before hitting a snap suplex on Jefferson.
Fisher: OH, he took something straight out of the playbook of Jefferson there by stomping on the foot on his opponent to get the advantage.
Bardo: Marcus Curtis shows to Jack Jefferson that he isn’t above taking a slight shortcut to gain an advantage here tonight.
Jefferson looks at Curtis in shock, his face quickly turns to a cocky grin.
Jefferson: Ok, cool. We playing my game now?
The pair lock up and Jefferson stomps on Curtis’ foot and wrenches the arm of Curtis.
Jefferson: And that is how it’s done.
Jefferson torques the arm of Curtis, who rolls forwards and reverses the hold with a high angle back suplex. Both men are back to their feet quickly as Curtis rocks Jefferson with a stiff chop to the chest, Jefferson replies with an equally stiff chop but Curtis hits a forearm to the face before rushing Jefferson into the corner, the referee forces Curtis to let go of his opponent, Curtis chops Jefferson before hitting him with a right to the mid-section which is immediately followed up by an elbow to the head of Jefferson. Curtis positions himself on the middle rope and begins a 10 punch which the crowd count along to, as Curtis reaches 8 Jefferson begins to slowly step out of the corner, balancing Curtis on his waist. The crowd are impressed by this show of strength, Curtis himself is massively impressed and stops his punching. A cocky grin spreads across Jefferson’s face.
Jefferson: What you gonna do now bitch?
Curtis quickly nips up and hits a superb rana on Jefferson who lands hard on the matt and rolls to the outside. The crowd begin a ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant in recognition of the sheer athleticism they just witnessed.
Fisher: That was awesome.
Bardo: In all my years in this business, I have never seen a move like that.
Jefferson holds his back on the outside and looks at the fans at ringside who are still chanting ‘holy shit’, he looks back at Curtis who is beckoning to him.
Jefferson: I have to admit, that was pretty hot.
Jefferson rolls back into the ring and offers a handshake to Curtis who accepts without caution, this proves to be a mistake as Jefferson pokes Curtis right in the eye before hitting a fisherman suplex.
Jefferson: Where’s your athleticism now bitch?
Curtis leaps up and connects with a Calf Kick, grinning towards Jefferson who looks furious.
Fisher: And that’s what you get for being too damn cocky, Marcus Curtis is a great athlete and underestimating him could prove to be a big mistake.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:38:06 GMT -5
Bardo: Can’t disagree with that, I’d put money on Curtis having a long and prosperous career ahead of him.
At this point Jefferson rises to his knees, covering his face and begging off the advancing Curtis who stands over him, a look of combined scorn and confusion on his face. As he looks around, wondering what to do he is caught off guard by Jefferson, who springs up off his knees to standing and jabs his index and middle fingers into Curtis’ eyes. Jefferson the poses for the booing fans.
Fisher: How the hell can he get away with something like that? It’s utterly contemptible. Throw this thing out right now ref!
Bardo: Calm down Fisher, we’re supposed to be impartial here. True, it’s a dirty tactic but it allowed Jefferson to gain an advantage so to be honest you have to commend his intelligence.
Fisher: There’s nothing intelligent to what he just did, Bardo. It’s cheating, pure and simple.
With his opponent clutching his face, Jefferson propels himself off the ropes and hits Curtis from behind with a Running Lariat, sending him tumbling over the ropes. Jefferson follows him out, grabbing the back of his neck and launching him headfirst into the turnbuckle post. As Curtis’ head makes contact with the metal he slumps down to the floor.
ONE
Fisher: What the hell? Is this ref blind?! Jefferson should be DQ’d by now.
TWO
Jefferson drags Curtis to his feet, cockily slapping him before hitting an explosive Snap Suplex, causing Curtis to arch his back in pain
THREE
Bardo: That has got to hurt. The mats outside the ring are less than half an inch thick and under that is solid concrete. Curtis won’t be able to soak up too much more of this punishment.
FOUR
Jefferson drags Curtis over to where the announcers tables are situated and props him up on Bardo and Fisher’s table, delivering a series of ear-splitting knife-edged chops.
FIVE
Fisher: Get back in the ring you S.O.B! This is a wrestling match!
Jefferson: Fine, if you insist.
Fisher and Bardo exchange shocked looks as Jefferson climbs into the ring, leaving Curtis propped up on their table. After about a second of arguing with the ref about his conduct, Jefferson pushes him out of the way and comes back off the ropes, diving through on the opposite side of the ring to hit Curtis with a Suicide Dive as he attempts to stand up. As Jefferson gets back to his feet, he glares at a stunned Fisher.
Jefferson: What? I changed my mind.
Jefferson drags Curtis to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.
Fisher: You cocky bastard! Why can’t you just play by the rules instead of constantly cheating to win?!
Jefferson spins around, holding his index finger up to his lips to silence the ranting Fisher.
Jefferson: Quiet you!
Leaving Fisher in a stunned silence, Jefferson rolls into the ring and covers Curtis…
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!
Fisher: And that’s what you get for being so cocky and wasting time.
Bardo: Even with the delay, I can’t believe he kicked out. What resilience!!
As Jefferson is arguing with the ref Curtis springs to his feet and rocks Jefferson with a forearm before grabbing Jefferson and miraculously managing to lift him in an elevated fireman’s carry. The fans get to their feet recognising this is the set-up for Curtis’ finisher, but Jefferson counters by kneeing Curtis in the head and slips behind him landing on his feet. Jefferson attempts a Release German Suplex but Curtis lands on his feet and quickly rolls up Jefferson.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE
Iris: Here is your winner, Marcus Curtis!!
Bardo: He did it, Curtis pinned him.
Jefferson is incensed by all this and begins arguing with the referee as Curtis celebrates his win. Jefferson rolls to the outside and picks up a nearby chair, he rolls back into the ring and stands behind Curtis, just as Curtis turns around he is smashed hard in the face by Jefferson, he drops the chair and rolls outside and grabs another chair before rolling back into the ring, he places the chair underneath Marcus Curtis, he picks up the other steel chair and slowly raises it above his head.
Fisher: DON’T DO IT, DON’T DO IT
Jefferson smashes the chair hard against the skull of Marcus Curtis who is now laying motionless on the mat. The referee rushes to check on Curtis but is slapped on the back of the head by Jefferson.
Jefferson: Raise my hand bitch, raise my hand NOW!
The referee reluctantly raises Jefferson’s hand as ‘Next Episode’ by Dr Dre plays over the speakers. Jefferson is stood over the motionless Curtis with a chair in one hand and his other raised like he’d won the match.
Bardo: That was despicable!
Fisher: I don’t think this is over Dean, I don’t think this is the last we've seen of this rivalry.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:38:23 GMT -5
Promo: Hide and Seek (Credit: Byron)
A camera is pointed at Brian Carnage standing at a closed door. His head is pressed against it, as if listening. He isn’t saying a word, but then, two loud thuds are heard. Carnage jumps back and bumps into the wall behind him. He rubs the back of his head and begins to mutter to himself
BC: pull yourself together, man. It can’t be… there is NO SUCH THING!
He presses his head against the door again, and the camera picks up a loud dragging sound, then a sound like metal vibrating. As the camera tilts down, we see that the vibrating sound is Carnage’s hand on the knob, shaking with fear. Carnage notices it and takes his hand off the knob and uses it to slap himself.
BC: those sounds mean someone is in there messing with me. Someone ALIVE. Go in there, and catch them in the act….
He takes a deep breath and tenses his muscles. Brian grasps the knob and wrenches it shut, yelling a battle cry, he storms in the room. He stops dead.
Nobody is there
He looks around the room and notices something is off. Everything is rearranged. All of the furniture is in a different spot. The broken mirror is upside down on the opposite wall, and the broken table and chairs are floating in a spiral pattern. Brian looks freaked out, but closes the door behind himself. He walks over to the floating wood and plucks a chair leg from the pattern. As soon as it is removed, the entire thing comes tumbling down. He jumps backward, but rushes to the closet and wrenches the door open and slashes with the leg. Finding nobody, he looks around the room and trips over a conveniently placed gym bag. Standing up, he composes himself and slumps on the wall.
BC: I am losing my mind. I am seriously going crazy.
Carnage looks up and looks at the upside down mirror next to him. His eyes grow wide and he lets out a strangled yell, as there are two unnaturally green eyes staring at him. A little bit of the skin surrounding them as well as the bridge of the nose can be seen, but those eyes are so bright they seem like they are glowing. From nowhere, yet everywhere, a hoarse laugh emanates, reverberating around the room. It also says one sentence in an icy voice that chills the bones.
Voice: come now, why don’t you play with uncle Byron, eh?
As soon as these words come, Carnage turns tail and runs, slamming into the wall on the other side of the hall, but it doesn’t phase him as he continues at high speed down the hall.
FADE TO BLACK
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:38:39 GMT -5
Segment: Don't Cheer Me! (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint is seen standing by with Rich Marlowe in the Corporate Club locker room.
Rich Marlowe: Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist here in the back with former ACW champion, Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint!
The crowd actually cheers for Mint's name, which results in a grimace on the veteran's face.
Marlowe: So, Mr. Mint, you seem to have gathered quite the following here on Fallout, how do you feel...
Mint: I feel that it sucks! These chumpstains think they're cute cheering me on, don't they!
Marlowe: Well, it's not mine to guess the motives of the Fallout Fanatics, but it seems that they're quite genuine. Do you think that you'll change anything about your style?
Mint: I just come here to do what it takes to get the check.
Marlowe: Might your status in the Corpora...
Mint: Shut up, I don't need this interview for my career! This is over!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:38:56 GMT -5
Match: Santiago Rivera vs. “X” (Credit: Hitman)
The crowd is conversing about the show thus far but their attention is back towards the ring where Iris stands with her trusty mic.
Iris: “This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing in Dublin, Ireland and being accompanied to the ring by Ares, he is ‘The Pharaoh’ SANTIAGO RIVERA!”
"Orgasmatron" by Motorhead hits as lights of all colors flicker and zoom around the arena. Santiago and Ares then walk down the ramp, soaking in the boos from the fans. However, after hearing rumors about who his opponent may be, some people cheer. Santiago enters the ring and stretches.
Iris: “And his opponent… from… Citizen of the World? Who comes up with these names? Anyway, he is LIBERTINES!”
“Time For Heroes” by The Libertines plays and out comes Libertines, getting four times as much heat than Santiago did. Santiago couldn’t be anymore happier at the person he’s going to face and he holds the ropes open, daring him to enter the ring. He does so, almost clueless to what Santiago meant, and before he can taunt the fans, Santiago attacks him from the start.
Bell rings.
Santiago winds up and delivers a forearm to Libertines’ back, causing him to cry out in pain. The crowd, obviously not liking Libertines, decides to support Santiago instead. Santiago picks up Libertines and whips him into the corner before cartwheeling his way into the Thunderstruck. Libertines stumbles out of the corner and Santiago puts him in a full nelson, signaling for the Trojan Lock Down. Just then, a menu with the letters “UCM” on top appears above Santiago’s head. The writer of this match looks at the menu and nods.
Writer: “Hell Shock it is.”
The writer then clicks R3 and uses the right analog stick to select the Hell Shock. Santiago’s “WTF” expression rivals almost that of Homicide’s but he just shrugs it off and spins into the Hell Shock with Libertines still in the full nelson. Santiago covers but before the ref hits three, he stands up from the pin and picks up Libertines. However, Libertines shows life by delivering a kick to the midsection, applying a front facelock to Santiago and connecting with a DDT! Libertines makes a cover but before a two count, Santiago tosses Libertines off of him then stands to his feet. Libertines then reaches into his pants pocket and produces… a spork. Yes, a spork. He goes to strike Santiago with the “deadly weapon” but Santiago just grabs him by the throat. He then tosses up Libertines by the leg and drives him to the canvas with the Black Pearl Bomb. Santiago covers and gets the 1-2-3 with ease.
Iris: “And the winner of the match, SANTIAGO RIVERA!”
The referee raises Santiago’s arm but he just tells the referee to back off before exiting the ring. He looks under the apron and pulls out a steel chair, which he slides into the ring. Santiago then re-enters the ring and chases off the ref before picking up Libertines, who is whipped off the ropes and driven into the chair with the Black Irish Slam. The crowd doesn’t cheer Santiago, they cheer because Libertines just got his ass kicked. Santiago then stands up and gets a mic. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Santiago: “I cried a little but it had to be done. His career… is died. Oh wait, no, it died a long time ago.”
Santiago then drops the mic directly on Libertines’ forehead and exits the ring, walking up the ramp with Ares.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:39:12 GMT -5
Promo: Facing your Fear (Credit: Byron)
The Fallout crowd is still buzzing from the previous match as open your eyes blasts over the speakers. The crowd goes nuts as Brian Carnage walks from the back, drenched in sweat. He has a microphone in his hand, and looks toward the ring, occasionally checking over his shoulder as fans reach out to touch him. The music fades out as he paces in the ring. He raises the microphone to his lips as the fans cheer him on.
BC: okay, al of you know that Brian Carnage is not an easy person to mess with. People have tried in the past, but nobody has ever succeeded to rattle my cage. That is until tonight. Tonight, somebody broke into my room and destroyed my property. Not only that, but was able to, pardon the language, scare the piss out of me. Now, whoever is doing this, come out right now. I want to settle this. I demand you come out here NOW!
Carnage drops the microphone, and stares at the entry way. After thirty seconds or so, nothing happens. Carnage is getting more riled by the second, and raises the microphone again.
BC: COME ON! SHOW YOURSELF!
At these words, a loud BANG comes from above the ring, startling everyone. The jumbotron above the entryway cuts out. Everyone stares as a little dialogue box comes up and says “NO SIGNAL – CHECK YOUR INPUT/OUTPUT” Carnage swallows hard, as a low frequency hum comes from the speakers. It rises in intensity as the seconds pass, and the no signal message starts to quake. Suddenly, the hum rises to a crescendo and an electronic twang blasts as the image changes. The same unnaturally green eyes appear on the tron. Every few moments, they flicker on and off, cutting between the eyes, the input/output message and the words "Byron is Here"... but the eyes never breaking the stare with Carnage. In the ring, Carnage is freaking out. He is shaking like the ring is vibrating….
But then, a sound like an earthquake comes not from the PA systems, but the ring itself. The ring is actually vibrating. It starts out as a little quake, but then the violenc becomes apparent as it spins like a top. Going a full 360, Carnage clasping the Turnbuckle for support. Several of the fans scream as the ring begins to buck like a bronco. Carnage slides off of the mad ring and speeds off through the fans. He pushes them out of his way, an a few follow him. The ring settles down immediately, and a hoarse, icy laugh echoes throughout the arena.
Fade to Commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 15, 2006 11:39:27 GMT -5
Angelo Giovanni vs. Anthony Kalb (Credit: Kudo)
The crowd has had quite a lot of action so far, but the hour is not close to being up as Iris Yoon steps into the ring which triggers a wave of applause and cheers.
Iris: And now for the next match! Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 268 pounds Angelo Giovanni!!!
“Citizen Erased” by Muse takes over the arena speakers and the Italian Stallion shows his face, stepping out to his theme music and strutting down the ramp in common Angelo fashion. The fans cheer the regular on as he walks up the steps and brings himself into the ring. He passes by Iris as he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm into the air. Suddenly, he is interrupted by the tune of Pink Floyd’s “Money” which makes him turn his head and glare at the entranceway.
Iris: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds, “The Capitalist” Anthony Kalb!
After Angelo’s entrance, it’s more evident of the various boos across the Fallout crowd as the suited man walks slowly down the ramp and into the ring.
Dean Bardo: Anthony Kalb of course a member of the formerly successful tag team, The Capitalists, but now sets off on his own as the sole Capitalist, looking for Fallout gold once again. RJ Fisher: I bet Angelo is thinking the same thing. I’m sure Italians like their share of gold as well, so Kalb is going to have to get through Angelo first, and that’s no easy task.
Iris takes her leave under the bottom rope and the referee steps in now, bringing both men together and checking them both. As the referee pats down each man, they stare at each other and Angelo seems to mouth the words “my time” at Kalb, who answers by shaking his head as the referee finishes patting him down. The crowd is hyped up even more for the confrontation, and they don’t have long to wait!
*Ding Ding Ding*
The referee signals for both men to start and immediately the two lock up in a collar-elbow tie up, testing each others’ strength early on. Kalb takes the early advantage and overpowers Angelo backwards, but Angelo answers and applies greater pressure now against Kalb, which brings him backwards. The fans cheer at the early showing of strength, but they are hungry for some heavy action, and Kalb senses the same. He breaks the tie up with a kick to the midsection, and then applies a side headlock on Angelo.
RJ Fisher: After that tie up, you can’t help but feel that this match is going to depend a lot on who can exert the most strength on the other. Dean Bardo: Absolutely right, as both are power based wrestlers, we’ll be seeing a lot of challenging today in terms of strength.
The submission hold doesn’t last long, as Angelo brings Kalb to the ropes and bounces him the opposite way. Angelo tries to catch Kalb with a lariat but he ducks it. As Angelo bounces back on the return trip, Kalb surprises him as well as the fans with his Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business! Kalb is caught completely unready and he collapses onto the top rope, his throat catching the worst part of it and sending him back up, groggily. The fans are all “oohing” but Kalb isn’t done yet and he catches Giovanni with a big running lariat! The reaction is increasingly loud but it dies down as Angelo manages to roll out of the ring and avoid further danger. Kalb stays inside the ring and mocks Angelo though as he chin flicks him from the inside and raises his arm up to a rowdy crowd.
RJ Fisher: Wow! Kalb showing why he deserves a shot at the Openweight title right there! Dean Bardo: We talked about strength being a crucial factor in this match, but quickness obviously just played a big part in that exchange. The momentum is all Kalb’s now.
Angelo recovers on the outside and before the referee can get to a 3 count, Giovanni is back inside the ring. Kalb however catches him with a knee to the gut and then drops a big elbow on his back. Kalb gets back up and brings Angelo up with him as he twists his arm into an arm wrench. Kalb elevates it and applies more pressure, but Angelo has a trick up his sleeve as he rolls over, relieving the pressure and then catches Kalb with two boots to the face. Kalb surprisingly though, doesn’t release the hold, and he instead drags Angelo back to his feet, trying to reapply the same arm lock. Angelo tries to punch his way out but Kalb is ready and catches him in a backdrop position.
RJ Fisher: Angelo in trouble again early here!
Kalb lifts Angelo up and drops him straight down, looking for an inverted Manhattan drop/Atomic Drop combination, but Angelo brings his arms down onto the knee of Kalb and avoids the impact. Kalb tries to recover with a quick clothesline but Angelo dodges it and then meets him with a Mafia Kick straight across the chin! Kalb is sent over the top rope and now he is the one who collapses onto the outside. Angelo in his fit of intensity gives Kalb a genuine chin flick from the inside and sends the crowd wild.
RJ Fisher: Haha! Did you see that? Dean Bardo: Angelo didn’t take a liking to the mockery earlier, but now Angelo has the advantage and the complete reversal of roles takes place.
The referee counts Kalb down and gets to 3 and he is ready to get into the ring, but he remembers what he did earlier and has no desire to be caught in the same position, with Angelo waiting right by the ropes. Kalb advises the referee to back Angelo up and the referee agrees to give him room. Angelo finally steps back, and the referee now continues his count, urging Kalb to get back into the ring. Kalb slowly edges himself onto the apron and under the bottom rope. Just as he gets his head in, Angelo comes running from the corner he was sent to and delivers a huge running dropkick, sending Kalb back onto the outside!
RJ Fisher: Angelo says no!
The crowd cheers as the referee tries to hold back Angelo again, to allow Kalb to get in. Kalb is not happy on the outside, furious is more like it as he now rushes into the ring and quickly gets back into a standing position. Angelo pushes the referee holding him back, aside, and the two men begin throwing huge haymaker shots at each other. Kalb however drives his knee into Angelo’s gut and stops the flurry. Kalb brings Angelo back to the center of the ring by his hair and then lets out two huge clubbing blows on his back. Angelo drops to one knee and Kalb yanks on his hair again, bringing him back up. Angelo gets in some elbows onto Kalb’s chest, but he merely takes the hits as he throws Angelo against the ropes. Angelo dodges a shoulder block, and using his running momentum, comes back from the other side, but Kalb is back around waiting for him and catches him with a big knee to the midsection, sending Angelo rolling over onto his back. Kalb drops for a pin attempt.
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Kickout.
RJ Fisher: Angelo certainly not going to make it easy for Kalb to get this victory here!
Angelo gets picked up but he breaks off from Kalb’s clutches and whips his arm across Kalb’s neck, but it doesn’t bring him down. Angelo instead lifts Kalb up onto his shoulders looking for his finisher the Italian Decimator, but Kalb manages to break free and deliver knees to Angelo’s gut in rapid succession. This sends the Italian down with the Capitalist directly over him.
RJ Fisher: Man I’ve heard of quick offense but going for the Italian Decimator this early on in the match? Angelo must really want to send a message here. Dean Bardo: Kalb is going to have to be worn out a lot more than that. This match has just begun.
Kalb brings Giovanni into a sitting position and applies a vicious sleeper hold, whipping the arm into Angelo’s throat. Angelo’s hands begin to pull on Kalb’s hair, but the referee stops him from doing so. Angelo then in a mad rush to break the hold which is really cinched in, drives his fingers across the eyes of Kalb, finally breaking out. The referee warns Angelo, but he has other things on his mind, as he begins to cough from the hold and Kalb tries to recompose himself.
Dean Bardo: These men look as though they’re going to be trying to pull off anything to win it.
Both men get back to their feet at the same time and each begins to throw their right hands. Angelo’s hits seem to work better as some of them end up grazing Kalb’s eyes again and sending him in disarray. Angelo lifts Kalb up into the air and then drops him down with a big spinebuster. Kalb’s head takes a nasty whip from the slam, and Angelo takes notice quickly as he himself applies his own sleeper hold. Kalb reaches for the ropes but soon realizes in his position that it would be quite hard to do so, so he ends up throwing controlled fists straight into Angelo’s head in an attempt to physically break the hold. Angelo takes about three of these hits before he releases the hold and then drives his elbow on top of Kalb’s head. Angelo pulls on Kalb’s hair as he had done to him and throws more elbows before reapplying the sleeper hold.
RJ Fisher: Now’s the time to put the children to bed folks! Something tells me that this is going to turn ugly very soon! Dean Bardo: Angelo and Kalb both appear to be working on each other’s heads with various sleepers and head shots. We’ll see how that affects each of them in the end stretch of the match.
This time however, the sleeper is not as tightly locked in, and this gives Kalb the chance he needs to apply his body weight and roll around until he ends up under the ropes. Angelo gets back to his feet and picks Kalb back up as well. Angelo sets Kalb up for a vertical suplex but Kalb’s focused weight stops his first lift attempt. Angelo gets in a few body shots before retrying, but this time Kalb blocks the attempt by locking in his leg around Giovanni’s. Angelo tries one more time, but Kalb instead lifts him up, straight up into the air and holds him there.
RJ Fisher: Check this out here!
The fans all ooh at the strength display as Angelo is kept stalled in the air.
Dean Bardo: Once again, that focus on the head. Kalb making the blood rush straight downward and letting gravity do the damage to Angelo Giovanni here.
It is a good 7 seconds before Kalb goes to bring him down with the slam, but Angelo somehow maneuvers himself behind Kalb and applies a cobra clutch! Kalb tries to fight out, but the hold is in pretty tight and the crowd is on their feet in anticipation for a stoppage here. The referee comes straight in front of Kalb, asking him if he wants to give up, but Kalb instead uses his remaining arm not to tap, but to grab onto the ref’s shirt in desperation. The ref struggles with Kalb, and Kalb uses the distraction to drive his leg backwards into a low blow, breaking the hold.
Dean Bardo: An obvious low blow from Kalb, that should be a disqualification. RJ Fisher: If the ref didn’t see it, then it didn’t happen!
All three of them drop to a knee, but the ref is first back up to make sense of what just happened. Kalb points his finger at his head claiming his intelligence, but as he turns around, Angelo props himself back up and nails a “Getting’ Whacked” superkick straight into Kalb’s jaw!
RJ Fisher: Where’d that come from?!
Now both men are down and the crowd is in a frenzy. Angelo takes a few deep breaths before pulling himself for a pin attempt.
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Kickout!
Dean Bardo: Just a little late with the cover.
Angelo gets back to his feet and brings Kalb into the turnbuckles. Angelo throws Kalb facing the turnbuckles and drives him into it with a shoulder thrust. Angelo brings him onto a sitting position on the turnbuckles and then props him on his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry position.
RJ Fisher: This could be it! Dean Bardo: Looking for the Italian Decimator here!
The crowd is on their feet, but Kalb breaks free and hits a big kick into Angelo’s midsection, doubling him over. Kalb gives a thumbs down sign to the crowd and lifts Angelo way up and hits a huge Pre-Emptive Strike powerbomb! Kalb holds for a cover:
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3-Kickout!
Kalb is shocked as the fans all continue cheering.
RJ Fisher: He kicked out!
Kalb argues with the ref, determined that he got the pinfall, but it serves to hurt him as this gives Angelo precious time to recover. Kalb finally turns his attention back onto Angelo and sets him up now for another finisher! Kalb hoists Angelo onto his shoulders and as he swings, looking for the Milton Friedman Driver, Angelo comes to life and converts it into a DDT!
Dean Bardo: That’s why it doesn’t pay off to argue with the referee in the middle of a match. RJ Fisher: Middle of a match Dean?! After that DDT this could be the end right here!
It may possibly have been the end, but Angelo is worn out and could not go for the pin. After a countdown from the ref gets to a 6, both men get back up to their feet, meeting the fans who are already on their feet.
RJ Fisher: This has been a war Dean, and these fans know they’re getting quite a match tonight!
Kalb rushes at Angelo, but Angelo now gets in his own lightning quick drop toe hold, perhaps his plan the entire time as he waited for the right moment. Kalb’s head drops to the mat and Angelo quickly climbs to the second rope. Kalb is trying to bring himself up, but Angelo prevents any hope of that with a big Mama Mia leg drop from the second rope! The impact sends Kalb onto his back and Angelo quickly applies his Venomous Vice submission hold, pulling as tight as he possibly can. The fans now feel the end coming and the referee drops towards Kalb’s head, but he is adamant on refusing to give up. The sweat on their bodies makes the hold difficult to maintain, and Angelo knows this as he tries with all his might to keep it locked on. Amidst all this, Kalb is also managing to pull himself closer to the ropes, and just as Angelo gets in a good grip on Kalb’s neck, he manages to bring his boot up and rest it upon the bottom rope.
RJ Fisher: So close! Dean Bardo: This match isn’t over yet…
Angelo can’t believe it and as he picks himself up, he begins to let out his frustrations by yelling out loud. This ends up hyping himself as well as the crowd even more and now Angelo begins signaling for Kalb to get on his feet, which he slowly does. When Kalb turns around, Angelo looks to drive his boot with a sliding Mafia Kick, but Kalb dodges it. As Angelo turns back around, Kalb picks him up on his shoulders and goes for the Milton Friedman Driver yet again, but Angelo once again squirms out of it!
RJ Fisher: Counter after counter!
Kalb now turns around and gets caught with various right hands from Angelo and he tries to end the combo and the match with a Discus Lariat but Kalb ducks it! Kalb now has Angelo’s back and he gets in a knee straight into his spine which sends him limboing backwards as Kalb catches his head.
RJ Fisher: Angelo in a bad predicament here! Dean Bardo: Wait a minute…
Kalb uses his last ounces of strength to lift Giovanni up in an inverted vertical suplex motion and he holds it in that position for a split second before exhaustion and excitement takes over, making him drop straight down onto his knees with Angelo’s head and completing the Adam Smith Driver!
RJ Fisher: What the hell?! Dean Bardo: The Adam Smith Driver? That move was banned by Fallout management! RJ Fisher: Yeah well Kalb just unbanned it here to take down Angelo!
Kalb props himself on top of Angelo’s limp body but the count is already guaranteed after the vicious and banned Adam Smith Driver.
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*Ding Ding Ding*
Iris: ...and the winner of this match, “The Capitalist” Anthony KALB!
Kalb gets back to his feet and raises his own arm as the crowd is divided into cheers and boos, but mostly shock.
Dean Bardo: What will this mean for Anthony Kalb, who has certainly made his claim to the number 1 contendership for the Fallout Openweight title, but what will be the consequences following the end of this match with the banned Adam Smith Driver maneuver?
Kalb heads back to the back as Angelo Giovanni stares on with determined eyes, resting on the bottom rope and stroking the pain left in his neck.
-Fade Out-
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