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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 19, 2006 6:29:22 GMT -5
DARK MATCHES
Match #1: Edgemaster vs. Dr. Trace Gibson Two men with a small cult following faced off to start things off for the pre-show. Gibson has a small fan base for his unorthodox style, and sarcastic approach, while Edgemaster's fans still follow him from previous feds, mainly SWI. Match was about what one would expect, with Gibson fighting off multiple DDT attempts with his joint and nerve holds, and even hitting the Defibrilator heart punch for a two count. He couldn't, though, prevent his opponent from hitting his Over the Edge final cut for the three count.
Match #2: The Royles vs. "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson and Sgt. Pilko In what was originally scheduled to be the main event of the preshow, the Royles faced one of their most formidible challenges yet in their time on the dark matches. Before the match, they proclaimed themselves to be the "Soveriegn Rulers of the Pre-show," and challenged anyone to answer their call for a match. The Corporate Club team did so, and the Royles wasted no time in starting the "ol' ultraviolence," as they immediatly jumped Janson, ferociously double teaming him. While Pilko is a master at the tag match, and a dangerous opponent in any contest, he was effectively neutralized here, due to the Royles keeping him on the apron(or the floor). End came when Biggin "Thatcher'd" Pilko off the apron with a running elbow, hit a drop toe hold on Janson, and McGroin delivered the finishing kick to the temple with the Head Hunter, forcing a referee stoppage. Reportedly, Biff Taylor now wishes to speak with the duo after having hospitalized members of three teams now in the dark matches with their Head Hunter finishing combination.
Match #3: Anthony Kalb vs. Matthew "The Mauler" Murton Scheduled to compete in a match that was requested by Kalb at the last minute, Mauler Murton managed to earn some respect by standing up to his opponent, and showing his explosive strength that landed him a spot in the Dwight Gym, repeatedly downing Kalb with spear tackles, front backbreakers, and a huge running front spinebuster that got a 2.9 count. Kalb, though, was not to be deterred, and in turn, showed his famous grit and determination, hitting the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business onto the ropes, blasting Murton with a huge running lariat, and lifting him back up into a fireman carry, yelling "this one's for you" as he hit his Milton Freidman Driver(fireman carry to scoop tombstone driver) in honor of the recently deceased Nobel Prize winning economist, getting an easy three count for the win.
Rest will come a little later!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:00:49 GMT -5
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Match #1: Iris Yoon vs. Mocha Rosport
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Match #2: Fallout Television Title: OLYMPIA vs. XS3
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Match #3: The Drinkin Bros vs. The Lost Boys
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Match #4: Corporate Club vs. Fallout Regular Army Daniel Ness, Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint and Colossus Rhodes vs. Wolf, Beau James, and "Party Animal" Jeremy Wylde
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Match #5: Fallout Womens' Title Rematch "Violent" Violet Cyrilla vs. Adrienne Frost
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This is a Halberd II Production…
If the plural of goose is geese, why isn’t the plural of moose, meese?
Fallout!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:01:10 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: Welcome everyone to Fallout, and we have a huge night ahead of us here!
Dean Bardo: The rematch between “Violent” Violet Cyrilla and Adrienne Frost is our main event, the TV title will be on the line against the formidable XS3, the Drinkin Boys are in action, and a big six man tag between the regular army and the Corporate Club will take place.
Fisher: Wow, Dean, you sure managed to convey that in an exciting manner, maybe I should do…
Suddenly, Immigrant Song plays over the PA system...
Fisher: Dang it! We're not done yet, Biff!
Biff Taylor strides out to the entranceway, wearing a newly customized leather jacket adorned with Harley, Fallout, and Corporate Club logos, microphone in hand.
Biff: Yo! Dudes and dudettes, the Biffmeister's here to finish off some business from last week! See, the Capitalist, Anthony Kalb faced the Italian Assassin, Angelo Giovanni in a heated contest. However, the results of this match were a bit controversial. Kalb just had to do it, he went off and used the banned Adam Smith Driver to get the pinfall! Now, ya know, I banned that move for a reason...since Kalb ticked me off, and he hurt several people with that move. Even so, Biff here ain't the sorta guy to go restricting his roster here, friend or foe, so I've decided to once again allow the Adam Smith Driver to be used again in competition!
Bardo: Don't know if I agree with that choice, but I have to give credit to Biff for being honest.
Biff: But that doesn't answer the question about last week! See, Kalb won the match with an illegal move, a move that Angelo should have known was out of bounds, off limits, restricted, banned, whatever you want to say, he wasn't prepared to take it...so I'm declaring the match a no contest, and am scheduling a rematch for the main event next week...and the winner gets a shot at the Openweight Title!
Also, I'm workin' on negotiating on fixing up some problems with our big series against ACW, the Crossover, and when we come to a solution there, it'll be historic! Both us and ACW have had our differences, but we’re realizing that we have reasons to bring this together and to stop our squabbling. That's all, Fanatics, brace yourselves for the Fastest Hour on Television, comin' right at 'ya, right now!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:01:31 GMT -5
Match: Iris vs Mocha (Credit: Rose)
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen… This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from the dumpster out back… She weights in at a whopping 25 and a half stones… Please welcome Mocha.
“Bossy” hits and Mocha comes out to an audible pop from the Fallout fans. She looks pissed…and that’s putting it lightly. She barely even acknowledges the fans…but she can’t take her glare off of Iris. When she enters the ring, the referee has to hold her back so she won’t surge forward.
Dean Bardo: Ms. Mocha looks very angry, and I completely understand why she is. The malicious machinations of Ms. Yoon cost her a tag match last two weeks ago and she’s not very happy about it.
RJ Fisher: She’s not happy…but is she going to do ANYTHING about it? That’s the question that will hopefully be answered tonight.
Iris:And next… The Best DAMN Announcer on Television Todaaaaaaaaaay! Iris Yooooooooooooooooooooooooon!
Bell Rings
Bardo: This match should be a very rough contest. Both women are known to be very physical in the ring. I don’t expect a long match and I think the victory will go to whoever gains the advantage in the early goings.
Fisher: Very rough? Iris isn’t exactly known for her high-flying or her technical skills, but I wouldn’t exactly call her a brawler. Mocha…now she’ll knock somebody’s face off.
Bell Rings
The two combatants go nose-to-nose for a second. The crowd starts to cheer loudly and it reaches it’s apex as Iris starts off things with a stiff slap that literally wipes the taste out of her opponent’s mouth. Mocha takes it…and turns her head away for just a second as she clenches her fist…violently.
Bardo: Very disrespectful first attack by Ms. Yoon and it looks like it’s only served to make Ms. Mocha angry.
Fisher: You know how it goes… Iris won’t like her when she’s angry!
In the blink of an eye, Mocha charges forward to a huge pop from the crowd. With a swift takedown, she takes Iris to the mat and unloads with a flurry of punches. They’re not very strong, and they don’t connect with any consistency…but they do prove a point. Iris covers up quickly as the crowd cheers on. After dodging one huge punch, Iris manages to shift momentum. When she’s on top she quickly gets up to her feet an delivers a stiff knee to Mocha’s nose. Luckily for Mocha, the blow glances off…but it does do some damage. Mocha shifts momentum again, but Iris scurries out before Mocha can successfully mount her. With distance between them, they both reevaluate their perspective plans.
Bardo: Neither woman seemed to gain advantage during that brief exchange. I believe that’s a testament to their inexperience. However, I’m also tempted to say that it’s a testament to their intelligence. They both weren’t willing to risk a prolonged brawl this early on.
Fisher: Do you see women’s action like this ANYWHERE else? No!
The two don’t opt to punch it out this time, as Iris quickly draws Mocha into a collar and elbow tie-up. Using her superior power, Mocha quickly pulls Iris into a side headlock, but she can’t seem to get it locked in before Iris pushes her into the ropes. Mocha bounces off of the ropes and walks right into a drop toe-hold from Iris. The crowd boos loudly, but that doesn’t stop Iris from quickly getting to her feet and obliterating Mocha with a quick double stomp. As the crowd gasps, Iris falls on top of Mocha for the pin as the referee counts:
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Iris looks shocked as the fans cheer Mocha on. Iris is too bothered arguing with the referee to even remember that she’s only hit Mocha with only one big move thus far.
Bardo: Ms. Yoon hit an uncharacteristically devastating maneuver, but it seems like she’s let her anger squander her advantage away. Arguing with the official is never a wise decision.
Fisher: Did you SEE that count!? He should count faster than normal for a fellow ringside employee! We’ve got to stick together!
Bardo: Good lord…
Iris is too busy arguing with the ref to hear Mocha get up and stand right behind her. Only when she backs up and bumps into her enraged opponent does the gravity of her tactical error dawn on her. Then, it’s too late… She turns around and walks right into a side belly-to-belly suplex. Mocha quickly hooks the leg after impact as the referee counts the pin:
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NO!
Undaunted by her opponents fortitude, Mocha gets to her feet and quickly backs up into the nearest corner. She climbs to the middle rope before coming off the top with a very simple elbow drop in the tradition of Bret Hart. At the last second, Iris rolls out of the way and Mocha’s miscalculation causes her to lose her momentum. She gets to her feet quickly, but walks right into a snap suplex from courtesy of Fallout’s #1 Ring Announcer.
Fisher: That was a very crisp suplex.
Bardo: That’s a very nice move, but it’s going to take more than that to kno-- HOLY MACKERAL!
Mocha sits up and falls victim to a BRUTAL version of the Sliding Kenka Kick that knocks her head violently back down to the mat. It’s a brutal shot that is completely uncharacteristic for the petite Iris and Mocha may be completely out as Iris makes a lackadaisical cover for the:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
With the three-count, Iris gets off of her opponent and looks down at her near-unconscious body with a smirk as the referee calls for the bell. Somebody quickly hands her the microphone as she resumes her announcing duties
Bell Rings
Iris: Here is your winner by pinfall… Iris Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!
With that Iris tosses the mic aside and gets a mischievous look on her face as she surveys her fallen opponent. Then, with a little extra effort, she pulls Mocha up over her knee. Then, to a mixture of boos and whistles, she pulls down the backside of Mocha’s tights…and exposes her bottom to the compactly crowd. With a smile, she starts to apply an absolutely BLISTERING spanking that leaves more than a few handprints. Once finished, she tosses her aside and wags her finger mockingly at Mocha. The only thing she says before the commercial goes to break is, “What a Naughty Girl.”
Bardo: That is certainly adding insult to injury.
Fisher: I love Fallout…
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:04:32 GMT -5
Promo: Trepidation (Credit: Byron)
trepidation noun a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen
Brian Carnage walked the halls backstage at Fallout. He walked in such a way that warriors would have loved. Not that he was a formidable opponent, but he was frightened. In actuality, Carnage WAS a formidable opponent; a man who was a fierce competitor that had earned the respect from the Fallout crowd, and was not one to display weakness as openly as he was now. He made his way to Biff’s office as a strangled yell echoed around the hallway. Turning to where it came from, mental pictures sprang up before his eye from his paranormal experiences the previous week. Floating chairs, destroyed furniture, the ring bucking like it was alive, and those eyes... those horrible green eyes....
A sudden movement startled him. From across the hall, a man in a peculiar dark suit was running as fast as he could from a room at the end of the hall. he dropped a small black book and a crystal vial that smashed on impact, freeing the water it had held. As he drew closer, Carnage noticed two things. first, he was a priest, judging by the white collar around his neck. second, the left side of his face was split open by an obscenely large gash and was expelling blood onto his suit and into his salt-and-pepper hair as he ran for his life. Carnage flattened himself against the wall as he ran past. after this event, his stomach sank to somewhere near his kneecaps. He continued down the hall, eventually finding the open door of his boss, Biff.
Biff was sitting at his desk, hand resting at the point where the nose turns into the bottom of the forehead, as if nursing a bad headache. Carnage knocked, and Biff looked up.
Biff: well, we tried an exorcism of the arena tonight. l suppose you met Father O’Houlihan?
Carnage: if by “met” you mean “dodged him as he ran screaming from my room with blood streaking down his face”, then yes.
Biff looked down as he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a textbook that had seen better days. He rifled through the pages until he found the page he wanted. he looked back up at Carnage and turned the book towards him.
Biff: we also had a paranormal specialist in here the other day. She gave me this book. based on what happened, she suspects we have a Poltergeist.
Carnage: so, we are just throwing “rational explanation” out the window, then?
Biff: look, having this stuff here on Fallout, the crown jewell in Pro-Wrestling makes us look bad, but we will get a few more viewers if we have something like this. It says here that a Poltergeist can attach itself to any person or object it chooses without warning
Carnage: I noticed. now, unless he really liked my boots that night, I think he is following me around
Biff: more like he is attached to the arena. he didn’t follow you home, did he? He stayed here. He just chose you to focus his attacks on. Probably because there are so many people here, he couldn’t take his rage out on all of us.
Carnage: Great. I am being stalked by a ghost. did that para-whatsit chick tell you how to get rid of it?
Biff: she said we can either wait it out --
Carnage: pass
Biff -- OR confront it and hopefully make it leave
Carnage: confront it?
Biff: I scheduled you to go out to the ring later tonight, and face it
Carnage: WHAT?
Biff: like a seance. you just have to go out there and state to it that you will not let it stay here, and you cast it out. stand your ground
Carnage: and you think that will work?
Biff: it’s better than nothing.
Carnage thanked Biff for helping him out, and went to leave, but the door banged itself open, and a sound equivalent to a truck crashing into a cement wall at 90 mph resounded, knocking mostly everything off the walls. noone was in sight.
Carnage: you want me to deal with THAT?
as Biff was picking himself up (he had fallen at the... for lack of better words.... explosion), a voice came from nowhere and everywhere.
Voice: Yes.... deal with Byron. see what happens.
the two stood stock still, then rushed out of the room, and the echoes of a high, cold and cruel laugh came.
cut to static, then commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:04:55 GMT -5
Match #2: Fallout Television Title: OLYMPIA vs. XS3 (Credit: Senator)
XS3 entered to a large show of appreciation from the fans, and was fired up from the start. OLYMPIA received a similar response, with the Fallout crowds divided half and half between the two popular competitors. The match was a short, but intense affair, XS3 pummeling OLYMPIA with signature moves, including his Burning Cradle(argentine rack to side slam), and the Final Fate one armed jackhammer. OLYMPIA, though, is not a man to be easily defeated, or even difficultily defeated(if that’s a word), and snapped directly up from both moves. XS3 grew increasingly frustrated, even breaking out the Shadow Step spiral impact spear on OLYMPIA for a 2.9 count. The Superhero from the Fifth Dimension finally snapped at this point, springing off the ropes with a Space Fusion Cannon, and finally, hitting the 1.21 Gigawatt Strike to the great excitement of the crowd, and R.J. Fisher, getting the three count. Although shattered, XS3 managed to get to his feet after the pin, and the two shook hands in a show of true sportsmanship.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:06:00 GMT -5
Segment: Confrontation with the Spirit (Credit: Byron)
Spirit noun 1 the nonphysical part of a person that is the seat of emotions and character; the soul • such a part regarded as a person's true self and as capable of surviving physical death or separation • such a part manifested as an apparition after their death; a ghost. • a supernatural being
Open your Eyes blasts in the arena, and the place erupts in cheers from the fans. Brian Carnage comes from the back, relieved to have such a positive feeling fill him. the negative spirit in the back was starting to affect him, but this... the Fallout crowd trumped that the ghost could have thrown at him. still, he clutched the worn and beaten book from Biff’s office to him like a kid does a teddy bear. the fans all reached out to touch him, as is customary for every single wrestler, but Carnage managed to slap a few hands and hear cries of “good luck” which filled him with courage.
as he stepped into the ring, he noticed that the turnbuckles were covered in candles that were lit, and there was salt along the edges of the ring, with the ropes wrapped in white lace. thinking to himself how idiotic this looks, but willing to try anything, Carnage stepped through the ropes and cracked open the book.
Carnage: Oh Foul Spirit that has taken up residence in this arena, I command you to make your presence known to me, and all around me.
a second passed before the ring tipped up to one side and stayed there. as this happened, Carnage spoke out in a firm voice, almost like an incantation.
Carnage: I ORDER YOU TO LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE. YOU ARE NOT WANTED HERE!
the ring crashed back down to the ground, and the same cruel voice from back in Biff’s office sounded once again.
Voice: NO
Carnage: Spirit, do you have a name? what is your business here?
the voice once again sounded out, but now, the green eyes were on the jumbotron, flickering with the “no signal” dialogue box once again.
Voice: you know my name. Byron Rockwood.
Carnage: Why have you come here? maybe we can help you move on.
at this, the candles that were on the turnbuckles erupted in flames. they were lit previously, but now the wax itself, the string that tied them to the turnbuckles, and even the turnbuckles themselves were now as if mrs. O’Leary’s cow had knocked over another lantern. the voice of Byron filled the arena. Brian Carnage and the fans felt it inside their bodies, as if the words themselves were shaking their internal organs
Byron: I am stronger than Human flesh. Fallout will be proof that Humans are no match for the other realm.
as “realm” echoed, the lights went off, leaving just the fire as the light source. p
you can see Carnage standing in the ring, clutching the book and microphone, but a trick of the eye made it seem as if two men were in the ring. a trick of the fire certainly. doubt creeps into you mind as one of them fades out of existence before you could get a clear look at the duplicate before the fire is extinguished and the light restored.
just a trick of the light.
but why are Brian Carnage’s eyes wide in fear and why is the color out of his face?
Fade to Black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:07:13 GMT -5
Match #3: The Drinkin Boys vs. The Lost Boys (Credit: Senator)
The Lost Boys came out looking sharp and fired up here, and clearly, their future was determined by their show of effort here. Memnoch's head was still taped from the vicious Head Hunter delivered by the Royles in the aformentioned match. After the bell was sounded, the Lost Boys went all out, blitzing the Drinkins with various double team attacks and high flying maneuvers. Memnoch even got off his Goregasm corner facewash dropkick on Afternoon Drinkin, but Ben got the save. In the end, the Lost Boys went for the Greetings from Megiddo T-Gimmick slam on Ben, but failed when Afternoon came into the ring, big booting Memnoch, and Ben hit the A-Ok on Uriel for the pin. The Lost Boys might not have won this time, but they did manage to show up in a coherent form, and managed to shake some of their druggy image.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:07:36 GMT -5
Segment: Nostalgia Trip (Credit: Senator)
As the scene comes back from the break, Stan H. Johnston and "Outlaw" Jack Connor are in the backstage area, talking.
Connor: So you're actually going to invite him here?
Johnston: It's a done deal, Outlaw! Duke Cogburn's headin' over here to Fallout!
Connor: Please tell me that ol' man ain't gonna want to step into that there ring...
Johnston: Oh, ya, you better believe he wants a piece of the action! And not only that, but he heard you're 'round here, too!
Connor: Oh, no, no, please tell this pardner that he ain't havin' to whip himself back into shape...it's hard enough to get you in proper form, you stubborn mule!
Johnston: I dunno, but you know, where Duke goes, trouble follows.
Connor: All too well, son, I know that sayin! I remember back on the road, sometime in the summer of '79 or so, somewhere back 'round Houston, not more than a few hours before a show, Duke was nowhere to be found! Well, the boys 'lected me to go rustle him up, and sure enough, after searchin' the local drinkin' holes, I found one place was all torn up, with an ambulance outside, and several guys standin' round, in varyin degrees of hurt. Sure nuff, turns out someone in there thought he could take Duke, cause he had a gallon of rocket fuel in him, and his buddies all about...Duke cleaned that place right. Sent 'bout six guys to the hospital, and he got sent on his way to the hokey, I had to bail his rear out that day, get him back into a right sorta mind, and get him back to the show, just in time for my own match...which had me taggin with him, of course, that's why I had to fetch 'em. And then Duke goes out there, like nothin' even happened, and wins the match for us, while I'm about blown up on the apron. Trouble follows, yeah, but a better man to have in your corner, I don't think I've ever known.
Johnston: Appreciate the story, yeah, that sound's bout like the Ol' Duke I knew, he's no different, still the toughest guy I ever saw in Texas, last I saw him, he may be a bit more mature than that anymore, but he's still raisin' hell like nobody's business...and he said he's gettin' here in two weeks or so.
Connor: Well, suppose I should get ready myself, who knows what trouble we'll have to get him out of this time...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:08:11 GMT -5
Match #4: Corporate Club vs. Fallout Regular Army Daniel Ness, "Demolisher" Hugh Daniels and Colossus Rhodes vs. Wolf, Beau James, and "Party Animal" Jeremy Wylde (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, both teams are set in the ring, with Demolisher Hugh Daniels taking the absent Sylvain Mint's place on the Corporate Club team, and Jeremy Wylde drinking liberally from a brown bag engulfed bottle.
Dean Bardo: And here we are again, with the six man tag, the match that Sylvain Mint didn't want to show up for.
R.J. Fisher: Well, the rest of these fine competitors sure did want to, and I know Demolisher Daniels, whatever his faults are, he was more than ready to take Mint's place here!
Bardo: Demolisher might even be a better choice for his team than Mint, as he's a tag specialist. Now, I can't believe I agree with him, but Mint's right in saying the crowd's stupid to cheer him.
Fisher: Well, I don't agree with that, the Fallout Fanatics might not make sense to normal people at times, but they know what they like, and it's our job to listen to them, unlike what happens in other companies...
Bardo: Anyway, the match is about to begin, and I think Jeremy Wylde is about to start off against Colossus Rhodes, pitting the largest member of the Corporate Club team against the Fallout team's smallest competitor.
The bell rings, and Wylde sets his bottle down on the apron, strides right up to the giant, sizing Rhodes up...before spitting a mist of alcohol right in his face!
Fisher: The match just started, and already Wylde has seen fit to resort to desperate tactics!
The Immovable Object rubs his eyes, while Wylde wastes no time in launching into a dropkick, which unfortunately merely bounces off the much larger opponent. The Party Animal runs back off the ropes, this time, aiming lower with the dropkick, hitting Rhodes in the knee this time, causing him to stumble back. Jeremy Wylde runs back, coming back with another dropkick to the knee…but Rhodes has finally cleared his eyes, seeing it coming, lifting his leg up to evade the flying attack, and brings the foot back down on Wylde’s chest for the cover…
…1
…2
…Wylde barely gets the gargantuan foot off his chest to escape the pin!
Fisher: Talk about a costly mistake! Against Colossus Rhodes, it’s impossible to fight a normal match!
Jeremy Wylde rolls out of the way of another stomp, kips up to his feet, running over and tagging in Beau James.
Bardo: Both Wolf and Beau have problems with Rhodes, and his Titan Breaker high angle backbreaker has taken both off the active roster at points.
Beau wastes no time in attacking the larger opponent, wildly swinging away with right hands, and pulling him down into a side headlock. Rhodes tries to lift James up with a backdrop, but the King of Kingsport has always been known for his crafty mat skills, and is one step ahead, shifting his considerable weight in mid air, and coming back down with a headlock takedown. Rhodes tries to get to his feet, however, before he can do anything, Demolisher Daniels runs into the ring, stomping Beau off the hold, and pulls Rhodes back towards the Corporate Club corner, much to the displeasure of head Fallout referee, Jacob Jones. Rhodes outstretches a long arm, tagging the Demolisher into the match. Hugh Daniels rebounds off the ropes, and as Beau gets up, he’s met with a huge bicycle kick to the jaw. Daniels covers for the pin…
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…2
…Beau kicks out with ease! Daniels drops down to his knees, trying to lock in a full nelson hold, getting one arm firmly held back, but is not able to complete the hold, as Beau elbows back with the free arm, forcing Daniels to release his other, and snapmares his opponent over, locking in the Southern Comfort, his double chickenwing hold!
The Demolisher yells out, calling for help, but the Openweight Champion, Daniel Ness simply stands on the apron, forcing Colossus Rhodes to get back into the ring, and stomp Beau off the submission hold. Both James and Daniels crawl their way to their respective corners, with Daniels making it first, tagging in Colossus, who manages to cut Beau off at the last second with a giant elbow drop.
Bardo: Colossus Rhodes keeps improving. I remember when it’d probably have hurt him more than the opponent to execute an elbow drop.
Rhodes rolls his opponent over as he gets up, impressively lifting Beau to his feet with a double hand choke hold. The Immovable Object hoists James up off his feat going for his Colossus Press choke bomb…but Beau hasn’t given up just yet, driving his elbows down hard, breaking the grip, and repeatedly kicks Colossus in the abdomen, doubling the giant over. Beau places his opponent in a front facelock, twirling his finger, and hits a huge DDT, rolling over, and tagging an extremely fired up Wolf into the ring! Wolf charges in, right away, meeting an illegal Daniels with a thunderous Thor Hand Chokeslam, knocking Ness off the apron with a big boot, then going for another chokeslam on Rhodes. Colossus, though, reacts by placing BOTH of his hands on Wolf's neck, lifting him up, and pancaking him with the Colossus Press, falling straight down into the pin...
...1
...Wolf kicks out at one!
Fisher: My goodness, I can't believe my eyes! Wolf just treated the Colossus Press like it was a basic fireman carry!
Bardo: A basic fireman carry would knock you out, Fisher.
Wolf gets to his feet, throwing out a big boot, turning Rhodes around with the impact, and plants him into the mat with an incredible backdrop suplex! Wolf covers for the pin...
...1
...2
...Daniel Ness finally decides to enter the ring at this point, blatantly kicking Wolf in the groin, as the Demolisher distracts the referee. Ness helps Rhodes to his feet as Jacob Jones turns around, and makes the tag in, just as Wolf blindly tags in Jeremy Wylde. Wylde is not intimidated, and runs straight at the Openweight Champion, going for a flying hurricanrana attempt. Ness, though, sidesteps the move, catching Wylde in the air, going for a variation on his Dragon Backbreaker…but his grip slips a tad, and he instead drives Wylde down, neck first onto his knee.
Fisher: Whatamove! He just about broke Wylde’s neck!
Bardo: Technically, that was a backdrop lift into a plunging neckbreaker…I would not be surprised in the least if Ness actually meant to do that on purpose.
Ness, though, does not pin after the startling move, instead, turning around, crossing Wylde’s legs in a Sharpshooter position, but instead of turning his opponent over, Ness leans forward, clutching Wylde’s neck, and completing the Lock Ness, near the Corporate Club corner! Before anyone can make a move, the Party Animal quickly and frantically taps out!
Iris: Your winner, the Cooooorpoooorate Club!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:08:49 GMT -5
Segment: Can't Get No Satisfaction (Credit: Senator)
The show returns to the air, with Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint appearing in the office of Chairman Biff Taylor, who's feet are propped up on the desk, a Fallout baseball cap pulled down over his face.
Mint: That's it!
Biff: Wha? Hey! Oh, yeah, Pay Day, how's thing's goin?
Mint: Terrible.
Biff: How so, my friend, I always like to hear from my Club members...
Mint: The fans! They...they're...
Biff: Go on!
Mint: Cheering ME!
Taylor still listens to Mint attentively, but it's easy to see that the makings of a laugh are appearing on the edges of his face.
Mint: Those chumpstains decided they just had to go off and do that, didn't they? I HATE them for that.
Biff: You know...I really don't see the problem.
Mint: But, but, you don't understand! I make my money getting booed! That's how I get paid, and I don't want to have to go out of my way now just to get these idiot peasants to get to their feet!
Biff: Well, I don't got a problem keeping you here in the Corporate Club...
Mint: You know what, I know what to do. Take me out of the match later tonight. If the fans can't see me, they can't cheer me!
Biff: Whatever floats your boat, man, the Demolisher'd be more than happy to take your place, anyway.
Mint nods his head, storming off, and slamming the door behind him, as a nearly red-faced Biff finally lets out a huge burst of laughter.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 20, 2006 6:09:59 GMT -5
Match: Adrienne Frost vs Violet Cyrilla - Women’s Title (Credit: Yoko)
And now the main event. It seems to the fans like they have been waiting hours, even days, for this match. Violet’s music begins to play and she makes her way out to the ring, accompanied by her good friend and manager, Mary Kane. They may have something up their sleeve for this match…
Iris: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Fallout women’s championship! Introducing first, the challenger, Violet Cyrilla! And the opponent, the current reigning champion…Adrienne Frost!
Cherry Lips plays as Adrienne appears with the belt, completely ignoring the fans as she comes down the ramp. She enters the ring and simply smirks at Violet.
Bell Rings
Adrienne engages Violet, but slowly, as to avoid any sudden strikes. If she can avoid the punch, she’s in the clear. Violet doesn’t seem to be aware of this strategy and simply goes after Adrienne herself, ending up in a grapple. Adrienne quickly floats around behind Violet with a hammerlock. She’s already going after the arm again, which is what led to her victory last time. But the second she begins applying pressure, Violet somehow slips out. Not only does she slip out, she counters it into a hammerlock of her own. Adrienne is taken aback and the fans have a quick pop at this unexpected move. Adrienne quickly runs forward and grabs the ropes to break the hold. She turns around and shakes the pain from her arm as she glares at Violet, who’s smirking at her now.
Violet approaches her again, before Adrienne is ready. Out of reflex, Adrienne slaps her. Out of reflex, Violet slaps back, much harder. Adrienne staggers back a couple of steps, but loses no momentum as she comes back with a quick spinning roundhouse kick which catches Violet in the shoulder. Adrienne them grabs her arm and jerks her by it into a grapple, and snap suplexes her to the mat. She grabs Violet by the wrist and wrings her arm upward and steps over it, pulling it into some submission position, but before she can finish the motion, Violet’s other arm comes flying upward at head. She lets goes and steps back really fast. That was too close and a sloppy submission attempt, that won’t happen again. Violet gets back to her feet. She’s already favoring her arm, though she’s trying not to show it. This pleases Adrienne.
Mary: Almost got you there, didn’t she!
Adrienne turns around to find Mary standing on the apron.
Adrienne: I’m surprised someone as lowly in society as you even has the brain capacity to comprehend-
She realizes that was a distraction while in mid sentence. Unfortunately, mid sentence is too late, as she feels Violet’s arms clasp around her waist. Adrienne grabs the ropes as Mary hops down off the apron, and they struggle for a bit. Violet pulls up, as if attempting some sort of German or belly to back suplex, but Adrienne stays grounded due to the ropes. Violet finally lets go when she realizes she can’t get anything from it. Bad move. Adrienne spins around with a hard back hand slap, and lunges at Violet, gripping her around the waist herself, head under her arm, for a Northern Lights suplex. She lifts, she flips, she…comes back down to the starting position, and furthermore, goes down further, as Violet hits a very, very hard DDT on Adrienne. Violet looks around. She knows exactly what she’s done, but not what comes next. She learned some tricks and moves, but still has no clue what’s going on as far as matches go.
Mary: Pin! Pin!
Violet thinks for a second, then rolls over Adrienne and lays over her.
1! . . . . . 2! . . Kickout.
Took too long.
Apparently way too long, as Adrienne immediately grips Violet by the arm and rolls her over, applying a hard Fujiwara armbar to her. Violet is facing the exact opposite away from the ropes, if she can even remember what the ropes do. Adrienne applies more pressure, and after a second, Violet immediately begins to tap out.
No Bell Rings.
Wait, what.
Adrienne looks around her field of vision. Where’s the bell? Where’s the referee? She pulls hard on Violet’s arm again as if she were trying to break it, and then lets go and stands up. The referee is arguing with Mary Kane, who’s trying to enter the ring. Adrienne forcefully turns the referee around to tell him Violet tapped, as Mary hops back down, her job accomplished…and more.
The referee explains he didn’t see her tap and Adrienne growls in frustration, turning back toward Violet. And that’s when she sees it. The fist flying at her face. Everything is in slow motion as she realizes she had been distracted again and her imminent doom is inches from her face.
The fist hits only air and Adrienne dodges to the side. Violet is shocked. Adrienne grabs her arm and Irish whips Violet into the ropes, shoulder blocking right into Violet’s hurt arm when she comes back. The moment the blow is landed and Violet cries out in pain, Adrienne runs backwards into the ropes, and on the way back, leaps and spins toward Violet with a headscissor, grabbing her arm in mid scissor for her deadly Domination.
But Violet wrenches her arm from Adrienne’s grasp before it can be applied and she tosses her off of her body with a spin. Adrienne manages to land unsteadily on her feet and then CRACK. Violet’s fist finds its mark before Adrienne can even balance herself. She topples over instantly. Violet steps away, toward the ropes, clutching her arm in pain instead of pinning. Of course, pins don’t usually follow that punch anyway. The referee knows what’s up, and he counts.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
Mary screams at Violet and points. She follows her point. Adrienne is up to one knee, trying to get back up before 10, and looking likely to make it with entire counts to spare. But rather than shocked, Violet is primarily frustrated, and marches back over to the still woozy Adrienne and nails her squarely in the jaw with a second punch before she can do anything else. She falls back over, and this time, Violet covers her instead of going for the KO win.
1! . . . . . 2! . . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Your winner, and NEW Fallout women’s champion, Violet Cyrilla!
Mary Kane retrieves the belt and rolls into the ring, helping Violet up, and putting the belt in her hands. Violet isn’t sure what’s happened yet.
Violet: Is this the title? It’s mine?
Mary just sighs and raises it in the air for her as the fans cheer. Adrienne is still laying there, unable to move, but having clearly heard Iris’ voice. She knows she’s lost. She just doesn’t know how to deal with it…when she can move.
The show comes to a close as Mary is trying to explain to Violet how to strap on the belt and that she is indeed the champion. But, with her complete lack of skill…for how long? Only time will tell!
End of Show.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Nov 22, 2006 7:17:02 GMT -5
The main event is now up. Apologies to all. Next time should be fine...Personal stuff has cooled down.
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Post by The Senator on Nov 22, 2006 10:36:40 GMT -5
No apologies needed, that's the Fallout way, and I knew it'd be up sometime.
Fun show, regardless:)
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Post by hunter on Nov 22, 2006 16:38:33 GMT -5
Holy snap, Frost lost.
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