Fallout November 28th 2006

[Yoko Satoshi]

Dark Matches

Match #1: Stan H. Johnston w/ "Outlaw" Jack Connor vs. Spider
Johnston and Spider both have had a history with the PEWA, Spider as a part-time competitor, and Johnston in the feud with P-Dogg and the Bingo Hall Mutants. This match was quite the ferocious battle, Johnston starting things off with the Oklahoma Stampede, and a foldng powerbomb, neither of which were able to get a three count. Spider fought back using rough brawling tactics, even hitting a Gory Special Bomb, dropping Johnston onto the guardrail, as well as a running snake eyes onto the announcers table. Spider even tried for a chair shot, but Jack Connor took the chair away forcefully. The two were nearly counted out, but beat the count by mere miliseconds. Spider managed to hit a piledriver for a two count in the ring, but was not able to kick out when Johnston reversed a DDT attempt into a deadly short range Western Lariat for the win.

Match #2: The Royles vs. Felix Santana Sr. and Diego "Cool Flame" Santana
The Royles by now have established themselves as the mainstay of the dark match. However, they faced some very tough competition in the Santana Family Federation team. Both Felix and Diego were able to put up a fierce, fast paced fight, matching the ferocity of the Royles with speed and agility. Felix almost got a three count with his classic sunset flip cradle on Pat McGroin, but instead suffered a stiff soccer-ball style kick to the spine from Ivor Biggin, followed up by a Cardiff Kick PK from McGroin, forcing him to tag out, and remain on the apron for an extended period. Diego found himself having to fight off two on form tag specialists for the rest of the match, and held his own for a while, spiking Ivor with a crossleg Michinoku Driver II, and hitting the Flash Fire swan dive stunner on McGroin for another very close call. Poor Diego did not manage, even so, to avoid a quick series of double teams from the Royles, and, like a number of others from recent weeks, was caught by the drop toe hold from Biggin, followed up by McGroin's rope rebound PK to the temple, and was stretchered out, after recieving the Head Hunter. The Royles declared themselves the number one contenders for the tag titles following the match, which caused Biff Taylor to head out to the ring in a rare pre-show appearence. The Chairman assured the Royles that they would soon get a shot to face the champions in a title shot, stating that they got his attention with their streak of injuring opponents. He even hinted at a possible Corporate Club membership offer, but simply left the ring after that.

Match #3: Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint w/ Demolisher Hugh Daniels vs. Kevin Fitsharris w/ Mina von Pathos
Mint once again was cheered by the Fallout audience, about half and half supporting each person, as Fitsharris came out, former "Crazy Crew" member Mina von Pathos in his corner. The match itself was television quality, the two Fallout veteran rulebreakers making sure to take full advantage of any possible opportunity. Fitsharris managed to control the overall pace, despite a constant menacing presence shown from Hugh Daniels at ring side, and after connecting with a lightning leg lariat, he seemed to be assured victory in locking on the Black Tuesday submission. Instead, though, Daniels made a fuss at ringside, jumping up on the apron, distracting the referee, while Mint tapped like crazy. Mina von Pathos seemed unafraid to put an end to the interference, pulling Daniels's legs out from under him, but the effort was in vain, for Fitsharris had let go of the submission, and Mint had hit a low blow, into a horizontal cradle at that point, which the referee noticed in time to make the three count to a large pop from the crowd. Mint cut a quick promo after the match, calling the fans numerous names, which only got him cheered more, and he stormed off to the back, while Mina attended to the also-irate Fitsharris.

(Rest of the show happens later on, I think an important segment got lost)

[Yoko Satoshi]

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Match #1 Jack Jefferson vs. Marcus Curtis

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Match #2 Fallout Television Title
OLYMPIA vs. Will Anger

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Match #3 Fallout Openweight Title
Daniel Ness vs. Gooner

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Match #4 Womans Division Eight Woman Tag
"Violent" Violet Cyrilla, Ten-Ka, The Jungle Queen, Mina von Pathos and Lilly Rouge vs. Adrienne Frost, Tonya "Tigress" Montana, Jessie Hall, and Iris Yoon

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Match #5 Openweight Title #1 Contenders Match:
Anthony Kalb vs. Angelo Giovanni

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This is a Halberd II Production…

And the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again -

It’s Fallout time.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Opening Hype
(Credit: Senator)

As the show opens, Biff Taylor is seen standing behind something that you'd probably thought you'd never see again on a Fallout broadcast: a large ACW logo. In particular, the one in the front lobby of the ACW Arena.

Biff Taylor: Welcome one and all to the fastest, bestest hour on all of television! The Biffmeister's got a big bad show headin' your way, at lightspeed pace! But before I get to that, I have a few important things to state here.

Biff motions back to the ACW logo as he continues to speak.

Biff: For a number of months now, this logo here has represented a number of things for our faithful Fallout crew. And you all know, oh yeah, you know, this represented everything we didn't, big, overpaid jerks, long, set time slots, boring wrestling, boring wrestlers! But you know what? Today, Fallout once again has normal relations with Alpha Championship Wrestling. Don't get your awesome chairman wrong, we're not rejoining with them, and we're not forgetting what they've done to us. But as of today, the war is over...and the battles are about to begin! Yes, ACW agreed to my terms, and going into the new year, the Crossover shall occur, over the course of a whole week, instead of a single pay per view show, we're givin' it to ya' free! ACW supermegastars will square off against your Fallout warriors on ACW Warfare, on ACW Meltdown, and it all culminates on the big one, Fallout!

Biff adjusts his jacket, looking a bit sheepish.

Biff: Now that probably sounds incredibly awesomely exciting, but Biff ain't forgot about tonight! Yeah, tonight, we got some matches for you to cry for! Two former members of the Senatorial Stable clash tonight, not for honor or glory, but for the number one contendership of the Fallout Openweight Title! Anthony Kalb, and Angelo Giovanni have their rematch, and this time, the Adam Smith Driver is legal as an inside cradle! We have the largest match in Fallout history, when nearly our entire womens division divides itself into two eight woman sides, in a tag match, the likes of which you know you have to watch! OLYMPIA is here! Yeah, the cosmically incredible OLYMPIA, champion of all television! He defends against the willing and able Will Anger!

Biff: And that's not the only title on the line! Daniel Ness, my Corporate Ace, is going to defend his Openweight Title against a tough threa...oh, who'm I kiddin, he's padding his defense record with Gooner here! Come see how he crushes the Gilligan wannabe! Duke Cogburn, the legendary Texan champ is supposed to show up here, who knows what he'll have to say! Finally, coming up next, the rivalry you've all come to love, Curtis and Jefferson, shall be continued in singles action, that's it here from Big Biff, let's get this rollin'!

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: A Quick Word (Credit: Jack Jefferson)

The cameras take us to the Fallout Parking Lot. There is a wide array of some of the best vehicles that the world has to offer, accompanied by a few which can be described as bangers at best. In the distance there is the roar of an engine, a sound which increases sharply as a black Lamborghini Murcielago ascends the entrance ramp; the supercar gleams as if it has just been cleaned and the blacked-out windows do a good job of hiding the identity of the driver. The car stops outside the Worker’s Entrance, where a backstage worker is smoking, and the door opens. Out steps Jack Jefferson, retrieving his bag from the passengers seat and quickly flicking of the ignition to remove the keys. Jefferson is wearing a tailored charcoal suit with a white shirt open at the collar and he adjusts his jacket before tossing his keys to the smoking worker, who drops his cigarette in order to make a scrambling catch.

Jefferson: Park it up…

Worker: But, sir it’s--

Ignoring the worker, Jefferson continues talking.

Jefferson: …and if I find a mark on my interior I’m gonna put your bollocks in a vice. Comprende?

Gulping, the worker nods and walks over to the open vehicle. As Jefferson walks to the entrance he smartly stamps out the still-lit cigarette, twisting his foot as the embers burn brightly for a split second before being extinguished.

As Jefferson walks through the Worker’s Entrance door he is confronted by Fallout’s own “Investigative Journalist” Rich Marlowe, along with a camera man. Upon seeing Rich, Jefferson mutters “Oh, for fucks sake” under his breath as Marlowe turns to his cameraman.

Marlowe: Are we rolling?

After checking the camera, the cameraman nods, prompting Marlowe to raise his mic up to his lips.

Marlowe: Jack, Jack!

After initially ignoring Marlowe, Jefferson turns around, sighing.

Jefferson: What the fuck do you want? I’ve got a match to prepare for!

Marlowe: I was just wondering if I could ask you a few quick questions, I tried to catch you last week but you apparently didn’t turn up.

Jefferson: Look, I’m a busy man, I’m in demand, and if Fallout management aren’t going to book me I’m not going to turn up just to watch the show!

Marlowe: Well, I’d just like to get your feelings on the loss two weeks ago to your opponent for this evening, Marcus Curtis.

Jefferson: I’m sick and tired of hearing people saying this bullshit. Who was the man with their hand raised at the end of it?

Marlowe: Well, it was you but only because--

Jefferson: But NOTHING! At the end of it all, I was the man standing tall and HE was the chump unconscious on the mat.

Marlowe: But the only reason he was unconscious on the mat is because of a vicious attack by yourself. What you did was, by all accounts despic--

Jefferson: Keep your filthy mouth shut you little rat. What matters about that match isn’t who goes down as the winner in the record books. What matters is that I taught that bastard a lesson; that you DON’T fuck with me! He’s now aware of what happens if you screw with a true great. As far as I’m concerned, it’s 1-0 to Jack Jefferson!

Marlowe opens his mouth to respond but Jefferson quickly cuts him off.

Jefferson: Don’t say ANYTHING! Or you’ll suffer the same fate as that dog Curtis. I’m done.

Jefferson shoves roughly past a stunned Marlowe, knocking the cameraman off his feet at the same time. We fade out with a upside down image of Jefferson stalking down the corridor.

Fade to Black.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Marcus Curtis (Credit: Jack Jefferson/Marcus Curtis)

Iris Yoon is entering the ring as the cameras swoop across the cheering Fallout fans, many holding signs relating to the next match including “Jefferson = SCUM” and “Marcus Curtis is my God”. As Iris reaches the centre of the ring she raises the mic up to her lips as a “Curtis” chant starts for the extremely popular youngster.

Fisher: It seems that talented youngster Marcus Curtis has a lot of fans in the arena tonight, and who can blame them? He has the potential to go all the way to the top of this industry if you ask me.

Bardo: That’s very true, you’ve got to respect the work ethic of this youngster, unlike his vile opponent who will seemingly do anything in his power to gain an advantage over whoever he comes up against.

Fisher: Thing is though, Dean, these tactics have brought Jefferson a lot of success so far and it’s hard to argue with that!

Iris: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

“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, starting a “Fuck you Jefferson” chant.

Iris: Introducing first, from Manchester, England and weighing in at 207lbs…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!

The fans boo loudly at his name as Jack swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and awaits his opponents entrance.

Iris: And introducing his opponent, from Trenton, New Jersey and weighing in tonight at 212lbs…Marcus Curtis!!

As the opening tones of “Happy” by Mudvayne play over the ACW sound system Marcus bursts from the curtains and the crowd go wild. A brightly coloured pyro goes off as Curtis hits his closed hand off his chest and raises his arms above his head. He then jogs down to ringside slapping as many fan hands as possible, he then slides into the ring and poses in the corner.

Bell Rings

As Curtis advances on Jefferson, he is waved away as Jefferson starts stretching. Curtis scoffs and approaches anyway, only to have Jefferson dive out of the ring.

Jefferson: Keep him the hell away from me!

Bardo: This is ridiculous, for all his bravado and cockiness it appears that Jefferson is simply afraid of Marcus Curtis.

Fisher: I’m not sure if I’d go that far Dean, I’d say that Jefferson is trying to play mind games with Curtis in order to disrupt his game plan.

The ref forces Marcus to back up and Jefferson continues doing his stretches on the outside, leaning against the announcers table in order to badmouth Dean Bardo, a large smirk on his face.

Bardo: Get back in the ring and face him like a man you worthless scumbag! You’re not here to jerk us all around like this, you’re here to wrestle! Or have you forgotten what that means?

Jefferson: (laughing) Shut your mouth Bardo, I have more talent in my dick than you have in your whole body! I do what I want to do and when I want to do it. I’ll get back in when I feel fit.

Bardo: Oh you disrespectful little--

Fisher: Calm yourself Dean, we’re supposed to be impartial here. Don’t let him bait you into doing something you’ll regret!

Bardo: You’re right Fisher, I’m sorry. I just hate his tactics, he makes me sick. He is what’s wrong with wrestling today and as long as people put up with his crap he’ll continue getting away with it. It just makes me sick.

As the ref reaches a 7 count, Jefferson slides into the ring and nods to the ref to signal that he is ready to start the match.

Bardo: Oh it looks like we’re FINALLY going to get started, it’s about time too.

As Jefferson and Curtis lock up Jefferson lets out a cry, as if he’s in pain. He then breaks the hold and limps over to the ropes as the fan boo him like crazy.

Bardo: Oh, COME ON! You’ve got to be kidding me! This is getting ridiculous!

Fisher: Give him the benefit of doubt, he could be seriously injured here!

Bardo: How naive are you Fisher? It’s pretty obvious he’s faking this, the fans sure agree with me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard louder boos from them before.

As the referee deals with Jefferson, Curtis gets impatient and protests, attempting to move the ref out of the way so the match an get under way. As the ref argues with the furious Curtis, Jefferson smirks to himself before hitting a dropkick on his right knee, forcing it to buckle so he drops to one knee.

Bardo: That is despicable! What a rat, the ref should throw this match out instantly!

Fisher: Clever tactics from Jack Jefferson there. Sure, all his actions may not be what you would call ‘legitimate’ but he manages to get the job done.

Jefferson then bounces off the ropes, coming back to hit Curtis with a vicious Shining Wizard. He covers…

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…KICKOUT!

Bardo: Thank god he kicked out! I couldn’t stand it if Jefferson won in that sort of fashion.

Fisher: I think a match between two athletes of this calibre ending that fast is rather unlikely Dean, you’re letting your personal opinions cloud your judgement.

Curtis rises angrily to his feet, his rage obvious by the expression plastered across his face. He charges at Jefferson, who ducks the clothesline attempt but turns only to be nailed with a Superkick. Jefferson clutches his face as he hits the mat before rolling out of the ring. Frustrated, Curtis follows him out, kicking him in the abdomen before throwing him back into the ring. Jefferson gets quickly to his feet as he rolls in, stomping on Curtis as he slides in. The fans boo loudly as Jefferson attempts to lock in a High Elevated Crab only to have Curtis grab hold of the ropes. Jefferson makes full use of the 5 count, letting go as the ref reaches 4.

He drags Curtis to his feet only to receive numerous shots to the abdomen as Curtis fights him off. As Marcus rises to a vertical base he hits Jefferson with a series of Forearms followed by a Snap Belly to Belly Suplex, which brings the fans to their feet. He covers…

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…KICKOUT!

Jefferson and Curtis rise simultaneously and lock up. Jefferson rolls up Curtis with a Small Package…

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…Curtis reverses so he is covering Jefferson…

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…KICKOUT!

As both men rise to their feet Jefferson trips Curtis and forces his shoulders to the canvas whilst, out of the view of the referee, placing his feet on the ropes…

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…KICKOUT! Curtis manages to kick out at the last second, much to the delight of the fan who go crazy after being given little chance to voice any opinion amongst the rapid pin attempts.

Jefferson, far from being annoyed at Curtis kicking out seems pleased with himself for coming so close and smirks whilst posing for the fans, an action which quickly turns their cheers into boos.

Bardo: Look at the arrogance of this man, the only reason he got anywhere near a pinfall is because he cheated! For me that isn’t a reason to be celebrating.

As Jefferson finishes posing for the fans he turns around to once more face Curtis only to be met with a face full off boot as Curtis connects with a devastating Running Big Boot. He covers…

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…KICKOUT!

[Yoko Satoshi]

Fisher: Wow! That was too close for comfort. Marcus Curtis only a nanosecond away from gaining his second consecutive victory over rival Jack Jefferson right there!

Bardo: That’s right Fisher, and it would be no less than that scumbag Jefferson deserves.

As Jefferson gets to his feet he squares up to the referee, clearly trying to intimidate the official.

Jefferson: What the fuck was that?! How fast do you need to be counting?! Seriously, you fuck up again and I will rip your fucking head off and shove it up your ARSE!

Bardo: This is just despicable, how can he get away with intimidating the ref like that?! DQ him RIGHT NOW!

Whilst Jefferson is complaining to the ref Curtis takes a few seconds to get his breath back then promptly rolls his opponent up with a Schoolboy, smiling as the fans count along with the ref…

ONE

TWO

…KICKOUT!!

Curtis is stunned as boos ripple around the entire arena and Jack Jefferson rolls out of the ring in an attempt to refocus.

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Bardo: I’m sick and tired of this! He should get back into the ring and face Curtis like a man. Getting beaten is no excuse to do this sort of thing.

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Fisher: Actually Dean, if you ask me this is exactly what Jefferson should be doing. He needs to refocus and go back in there with a game plan.

4

Jefferson climbs onto the apron but jumps back down as Curtis advances on him.

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Jefferson: Tell him to stay the fuck back and let me back into the ring! Then maybe we can get the match going again.

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The fans boo loudly as the referee requests that Curtis gives Jack room to get back in, which he does.

When he feels he is safe to get back in Jefferson slides into the ring and leaps energetically to his feet, smirking at the enraged Marcus Curtis. The two advance on each other and Curtis goes for a Collar and Elbow tie-up only to have Jefferson roll under his reach and roll back out of the ring, much to the chagrin of the fans who voice their displeasure in the usual fashion.

Bardo: C’mon! This is getting ridiculous! Someone needs to do something about this!

Deciding he’s had enough, Curtis catapults off the ropes and hits a stunning Plancha Suicida, landing directly on top of Jefferson to complete a move which brings the fans to their feet to chant “Holy Shit” over and over again.

Fisher: What a stunning Plancha from Curtis right there, Jefferson clearly had no idea what was coming.

Bardo: And that, Fisher, is exactly what you get if you continually dick around with an athlete of Marcus Curtis’ calibre.

Determined to stay on top and keep his momentum going, Curtis rolls Jefferson into the ring and quickly dives in himself, straddling Jefferson to deliver a series of blows that Jack tries in vain to block. Forcing Curtis off him, Jefferson crawls over to the ref and uses the official’s shirt to drag himself to his feet where he promptly begins complaining about Curtis’ conduct, claiming he was using a closed fist. Seeing an opportunity, Curtis locks his arms around the waist of Jefferson in an attempt to go for a German Suplex. An attempt which is swiftly blocked as Jefferson flicks his leg backwards, connecting with a Low Blow which manages to evade the refs vision.

Fisher: Ouch, that’s gotta hurt!

Bardo: Jesus Christ! Is this official blind? How did he miss the blatant low blow from Jefferson, Curtis is on the mat clutching his family jewel’s for Christ’s sake!

Smirking at the boos from the crowd, Jefferson drags Curtis to his feet and lands a loud and disrespectful slap across the face of his opponent, much to the displeasure of the fans. He then whips Curtis into the corner and hoists him up onto the top rope before climbing to the middle rope himself. He then poses for the fans for a second, a second which allows Curtis to leap from a sitting position to having his feet on the top rope to flipping right over Jefferson and attempting a Sunset Flip Bomb. Unfortunately, Jefferson has a firm hold of the ropes and instead manages to kick Curtis in the face. As Curtis’ grip loosens, Jefferson drops down and hooks the right leg of Curtis with his left arm, simultaneously grabbing the middle rope with his right and covering Marcus Curtis…

ONE

Bardo: He’s got the ropes, open your eyes ref!

TWO

Bardo: Not this way! NOT THIS WAY!

…THREE!!

Bardo: NO, NO, NO!!

Curtis kicks out a split second after the 3 count, an astonished look plastered on his face as the crowd boo profusely and throw bottles in the direction of Jack Jefferson who has already rolled out of the ring.

Iris: And your winner, by way of pinfall…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson!!

The boos start up again as Jack’s name echoes around the arena before a “You got screwed!” chant directed at Curtis starts up. In the ring, Curtis simply glares at Jefferson as he makes his way up the ramp, a large sneer on his face.

Bardo: How can that man live with himself? He just screwed Marcus Curtis by cheating to win and more importantly he screwed every fan in this arena and all those watching at home by denying them what should have been, by all rights, a brilliant match.

Jack Jefferson poses for the jeering fans before making his exit. At this point the fans turn their attention to the man stood mid-ring and begin a chant of “We love Marcus”; a chant which is responded to as Curtis climbs onto the turnbuckle and slaps his chest, sending the fans into raptures.

Fade to Black

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Two words… (Credit: Jack Jefferson)

As a showered and changed Jack Jefferson reaches the exit, he is cut off by “Investigative Journalist” Rich Marlowe who is panting slightly as he puts a hand on the door to prevent Jefferson from exiting before giving him an interview. Jack lets out a large sigh as he turns to face Marlowe, hate glowering from him and shooting evil looks in Marlowe’s direction.

Marlowe: Just one quick question before you go on your way Jack, it won’t take long.

Jefferson: It better not, I really don’t have time for this.

Marlowe: Ok, erm…what do you have to say to those out there who say you can’t beat Marcus Curtis without cheating, and more importantly, do you have anything you want to say to Marcus Curtis himself?

Jefferson: I’ve only got two words for ya…

Two…Nil

On that note, Jack removes Rich’s hand from the door in a less than friendly manner and exits through it.

Fade to Black.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Fallout Television Title Match: OLYMPIA vs. Will Anger (Credit: Kudo)

Iris: And this next match is a Fallout Television Title bout!

A small applause comes from the crowd.

Iris: Introducing first –

“Ugly” by the Exies hits and Will Anger walks out into the ring.

Iris: He stands at 6 foot 4 inches tall, weighing in at 266 pounds, Will Anger!

Will gets into the ring and checks his attire as the familiar DragonForce theme in the Fallout arena hits, sending most of the crowd into a marking frenzy.

Iris: And his opponent, from the 5th dimension, weighing in at 170 pounds, he is the Fallout TV Champion, OLYMPIA!!!

OLYMPIA streaks down the ramp and slides in gracefully through the bottom rope and the apron. The referee is handed the title from OLYMPIA’s waist and raised up into the air before sending it to the side.

RJ Fisher: Did you know OLYMPIA was a champion in his hometown Dean?
Dean Bardo: …you mean the 5th dimension?
RJ Fisher: That’s right. And Anger’s going to have a lot to deal with here if he wants to beat that kind of competition.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Will Anger has had enough of the super mega face cheering from the fans and he quickly goes for a tie up, eager to impose his power on OLYMPIA. OLYMPIA is wise to it however, and he converts the hold into a quick arm drag, taking down Anger for a second, but both are back up to their feet, and Will is angered even more. (Pun intended) OLYMPIA holds his arms on his waist and stares into the crowd, taking in the applause and triggering waves of “O-LYM-PI-A” chants. Will circles around OLYMPIA and the two once again tie up. This time, Will gets his offense through and nails a knee to his gut. Will grabs OLYMPIA’s arm and places it between his legs and lifts him up for a gutwrench. OLYMPIA tries to fight out of it, but Will will have nothing of the sort as he overpowers him and slams him down.

Dean Bardo: The weight advantage going Will Anger’s way here.

Will covers quickly but only gets a one count before the kickout. Anger stomps on OLYMPIA’s head and taunts the crowd, getting a bunch of boos.

Dean Bardo: Will Anger doing well to displease the crowd.
RJ Fisher: He’s facing OLYMPIA Dean, you can’t help but get boos if you’re going up against this phenomenon.

Will picks him back up and whips him across the ropes and catches him in midair. Will Anger stalls and yells something at the crowd before dropping OLYMPIA’s body onto the mat with a side slam.

Dean Bardo: Will Anger looking very good at the first going here.

Will Anger turns OLYMPIA to his back and then places his feet on the joints of his knees, looking for a Mexican surfboard. He tries several times, but OLYMPIA fights it though, and the hold is never completed. Anger then raises his leg high in the air and brings it down. OLYMPIA though finds a way to tumble forward with his reflexes and avoids a nasty stomp from a frustrated Will Anger. The crowd is back into it as Will Anger comes at OLYMPIA with a clothesline. He ducks it and counters with a dropsault! Anger goes down but gets back up quickly. OLYMPIA does the same, as he nips up and catches Anger in a hurricanrana whip, sending him onto the outside! The crowd loves the spot and OLYMPIA is watching Anger get up on the outside. The crowd gets up in anticipation, as OLYMPIA sails across the ring. Anger though predicts this high flying move and quickly runs to the side, grasping his head, thinking he just avoided a big move. But OLYMPIA catches himself and propels himself back into the ring with a 619 flip! Anger turns around when he doesn’t hear any impact but he is met straight into the face with a Megaton Kick onto the outside!

RJ Fisher: MEGATON KICK! From the top to the outside, what a move!

The crowd begins chanting for OLYMPIA again as he picks himself up and heads back to the inside. The ref begins counting Anger down, but there isn’t any real danger as he is back in by the 5 count. Anger, still a bit dazed from the attack, allows OLYMPIA to take advantage again. OLYMPIA hits some European uppercuts and brings Anger to the corner. OLYMPIA backs up a bit and runs towards Anger. OLYMPIA runs up Anger’s chest and then falls back down, hitting a big dropkick straight into his face! Anger plops downwards and OLYMPIA goes for the cover.
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No!

Anger gets a foot on the rope and OLYMPIA releases the hold. The two get back up but Anger this time nails OLYMPIA with a short lariat, taking him down suddenly. Anger heads up to the corner and begins to climb higher and higher. OLYMPIA is still on his back as Anger leaps off the top with a diving headbutt. Suddenly though, OLYMPIA rolls out of the way and allows Anger’s head to bounce off the mat with great force. The impact sends Anger groggy on his feet, and OLYMPIA doesn’t hesitate to come at him with a 1.21 Gigawatt Strike, sending Anger flying back on his head!

RJ Fisher: J-J-J-J-JIGGAWATT STRIKE!

OLYMPIA pulls himself over Anger and hooks a leg.
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3!

Dean Bardo: OLYMPIA does it again.
RJ Fisher: GREAT SCOTT! Did you see the way Anger went down after that?!

Iris Yoon: And the winner of this match and STILL Fallout TV Champion, O-LYMPIA!!

OLYMPIA receives his belt again and appeals to the crowd before heading back up the ramp and into the back. Or possibly another dimension. Will Anger certainly may be in another dimension as he is still stumbling on his way to his feet, taking quite a beating in the head in a short amount of time.

-Fade Out-

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: The Ol' Duke Arrives!
(Credit: Senator)

As the next scene opens, "Outlaw" Jack Connor and Stan H. Johnston are seen in the Fallout parking lot, wearing street clothes and their usual cowboy hats.

Johnston: He said that he'd show up before the show started...

Connor: You know darn right better than to think Cogburn'd be early somewhere, kid.

Johnston: Dangblast it, though, I wanted the ol' man to see my match earlier, in person!

Connor: Yeah, but what can't be helped, can't be helped. Just gotta let things like that slide, and...ha! That's got to be him!

Sure enough, a black rental car rolls up at a rapid clip, screeching to a stop a few feet away from the Fallout contingent. The door swings open, and a tall, grizzled man steps out, with a gruff smile on his face, wearing a worn leather vest, a red shirt, old jeans, and boots.

Duke Cogburn: Aw, hell, what exactly are you two waiting for?

Connor: After all these years, and that's the greeting you give me?

Cogburn: Jack Connor, you always did have that tender spot in you, no wonder you couldn't win the big 'un!

Johnston: Sir, it's good to see you again...

Duke Cogburn slaps both men on the back, turning them around towards the building, as they start walking.

Cogburn: Stan Johnston, you seem like you've been working out...either that, or you stopped eating so damn much. Connor, you look like you've been stealin' his meals!

Connor: Now, come there, Duke, you got some nerve saying that, lookin' at yer present condition...

Johnston: Ha, you shoulda seen him before he started training with me!

Cogburn: So, since you spoke up, how come you haven't gotten a shot at that title yet, boy?

Johnston: I just want to do things the right way, and take my right shot once I've up and earned it...

Connor: And when he's ready for it.

Cogburn: I'll be blasted, you his mother or something, Connor?

The trio reach the doors, and walk on in, continuing their conversation as the cameraman follows.

Cogburn: Yeah, well, you sure acted the same way when we were back in Texas, runnin' 'round the state and so, always looking out for me and the rest of the boys, see that you've not changed a bit.

Connor: And you're still the same ol' wild bull that 'bout tore the state apart with his ramblin' antics!

Johnston: I still can't believe you two even knew each other!

The three laugh for a moment at the good natured exchange, turning the corner...and running right into Daniel Ness, Colossus Rhodes, Biff Taylor, and Jeffery Janson.

Cogburn: So there's some of the boys around here. Is that the champion that you've not faced yet, kid? He don't look like much to me.

Johnston and Connor's faces turn red as the Corporate Club members notice Cogburn's loudly stated comment.

Ness: What's this, the geriatric cowboy club, and their little son?

Biff: Calm down there, Danny Boy...

Ness: Shut it, Biff. Hey, you, yeah, you, old man, you got a problem, or are you just too drunk to know what you just said?

Cogburn: I'd drink you under the table any day, night, or whenever, but right now, I'm as sober as Carrie Nation.

Ness: I got no idea what you were just talking about, but if you don't back your ancient ass down right now, I'll tear you to pieces. You get that?

Connor: I'm sorry, son, but Duke here doesn't know what things are like 'round here, just...

Cogburn: The hell I don't! All I have to know is that this little bastard here thinks he's big stuff...well, I'll tell you this, you go home, grow up, and come back here before you even think of trying to act like a tough man here with me.

Johnston: Mr. Cogburn, don't...

Biff: Ness, back down...this man is our guest!

Ness: He just overstated his welcome!

Just before a pitched conflict can arise in the cooridors of the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, Biff interjects himself between the two sides, managing to stop the potential fight from surfacing.

Biff: Enough! Look, Mr. Cogburn, I can't have guests coming around here, and insulting my people, especially my Corporate Ace. Now, if you're itching for a fight, and since you're around here for another week or so, why not have you and your buddies face three of my Corporate Club here, next week, in the ring!

Cogburn: You're on.

Biff: Wonderful! Sounds like we got ourselves a nice little six man tag then, booked for next week, the Biffmeister's still got it, far as that booking goes, yeah!

Biff and Co. walk off the other way, leaving the cowboy trio standing behind. Cogburn looks rightously pleased with himself, while Johnston seems mortified, and Connor is clearly furious.

Connor: "Wonderful," Duke, I didn't exactly agree to that!

Cogburn: Aw, it could do you some good to get your old rear back into the ring now and then...especially after seeing your son kick it five ways to hell and back.

Connor: You at least coulda' let me know ya' saw that.

Cogburn: Why? What would I have said that could have made a difference, shoot, you could have been unconcious anyway, and it wouldn't have mattered.

Johnston: Guys, we just got ourselves into a load of trouble here...

Fade Out

[Yoko Satoshi]

Fallout Openweight Title Match: Daniel Ness vs. Gooner (Credit: Kudo)

RJ Fisher: This is what we’ve been waiting to see Dean.
Dean Bardo: Here comes Biff Taylor now.

Fallout cameras focus in the middle of the ring as Biff heads in calmly. The ring mat is covered with a red layer and in the ring is a podium stand with a black cloth over it, with two objects obviously poking out from under it. Biff Taylor grabs a mic and a little smile comes over his face.

Biff: Ladies and gentlemen, Fallout promised you a new Openweight title belt, and by God Fallout has delivered!

Without wasting any time, Biff grabs the cloth and pulls it off, creating a big splash of photography and “ooohs”

RJ Fisher: Whew that thing is a beaut!
Dean Bardo: Quite classy looking I must say.

Indeed it is, as the new Openweight title is not lacking in shine and luster. The camera zooms in and shows the intricate detail forming the frame of the belt and this once again triggers another wave of pictures and cheers. Next to the title is a trophy about a meter tall, also quite impressive in the look department, with ribbons attached and the gold shining beneath the lights. Just as Biff goes to talk on the mic again, he is cut off by Saliva’s “Survival of the Sickest” which brings about several boos from the crowd. Daniel Ness makes his way out quickly and heads into the ring, face to face with Biff Taylor.

Ness(mouthing the words): My belt please.

Biff: And without further ado, I present to you your Fallout Openweight Champion, Daniel Ness!

There is clapping and booing going on in the audience as Biff grabs the title belt from the podium and presents it to Ness, who happily receives it. The two hold the position for a split second for pictures, but as soon as the second passes, Ness pulls quickly and raises the belt in the air. The trophy is presented next and more pictures are taken as Biff clears the ring. Ness takes to the mic.

Ness: I’ve shown everyone out there my dominance and this title proves it. This is just the beginning of my conquering of the ring. I am the master of the mat and there is no one, I mean no one, who can touch me. In this ring, with this title, this is MY WORLD!

Biff: Well I’m glad you feel that way because you’re going to be defending this new title…right here tonight!

Ness throws his mic out as the crowd cheers at the announcement. The staff members go on to clear the ring of the celebration decorations as the program cuts to a commercial.

RJ Fisher: Daniel Ness defending the brand new Openweight title, coming up next!

-Commercial Break-

When the show returns, the ring is cleared, the title is off to the side, and Ness is waiting for his opponent somewhat impatiently in the ring.

Dean Bardo: Check Ness out, he wants this match. That new title must have given him greater incentive to prove himself even more.
The crowd looks on until finally, “Gonna Fly Now” hits the speakers and the cheers pour on from the crowd.

RJ Fisher: Haha! 140 pounds of DY-NA-MITE comin’ at you!

Gooner basks in the cheers as he heads into the ring quickly, faster than Iris Yoon can announce him in, but as soon as he slides in, Ness is on him, wrestling him back down onto the ground.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Ness ground and pounds Gooner quite easily at the get-go, and doesn’t give him a chance to fight back, just laying on the pain as fast as possible. Ness finally gets up and brings Gooner with him, but Gooner gets an opportune eye poke which temporarily distracts Ness. Gooner throws his arms in a wild Mongolian chop, connecting, but Ness just turns back, unphased. Gooner’s eyes grow wide as Ness gets angrier than ever. Ness grabs onto Gooner’s waist and throws him into the air with a big overhead belly to belly suplex. Gooner’s hat flies off his head as he drops to the mat.

Dean Bardo: Sheer and utter dominance.
RJ Fisher: Ness doing it the only way he knows how.

Ness follows up and throws Gooner into the turnbuckles, hitting him with some midsection kicks. As Gooner is about to fall forward, Ness gets behind him and grabs his waist, flinging him back into the turnbuckles with a German suplex! Gooner’s head crashes with dead on accuracy into the padded turnbuckle. Ness grabs onto Gooner’s arm and drags him out to the middle of the ring where he lets his lifeless body lay. Ness signals for the end to the crowd and he continues to pick Gooner back up, lifeless or not. Ness hooks his head and hits him with the Sheer FinNESS, crushing Gooner’s head back onto the mat. Ness pins Gooner easily and gets the 1-2-3.

Iris: And the winner of this match and still Fallout Openweight champion…Daniel NESS!!!

Ness goes out to the side and grabs his belt before heading back up the ramp, having done his business and left his message lying in the middle of the ring.

-Fade Out-

[Yoko Satoshi]

This spot is reserved for Byron.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match #4: Womans Division Eight Woman Tag
"Violent" Violet Cyrilla, Ten-Ka, The Jungle Queen, Mina von Pathos and Lilly Rouge vs. Adrienne Frost, Tonya "Tigress" Montana, Jessie Hall, and Iris Yoon
(Credit: Senator)

R.J. Fisher: As you see before you in the ring, we have one of the largest Fallout matches to date set up in the ring, an eight woman tag match!

Dean Bardo: The two teams are remarkably balanced, with former Fallout Womans' Champion Adrienne Frost teaming up with the powerful
Tonya Montana, the veteran of the division, Jessie Hall, and last, but not least, our ring announcer, Iris Yoon. On the other team, the current champion, Violet Cyrilla has the dominant Ten-Ka, the athletic and charismatic Mina von Pathos, and the upstart Lilly Rouge.

Fisher: As you know, all the individuals in this match are currently engaged in feuds with a member on the opposite team, so it should go to say that bad blood will be spilled here!

Bardo: All I have to say at this point is that it's a good thing we didn't have to go through eight entrances at this point...it should be mentioned that Tim Dwight is at ringside to announce the winner, by the way, since Iris Yoon is in the match, herself.

Soon, the bell rings, the two teams figuring out who to start out in the ring. On Violet's team, Mina decides to start things off, while Tonya and Iris argue in the other corner. Iris seems rather irate, getting in the much larger woman's face, but the Tigress has none of it, grabbing Iris's face, and shoving her back, as she turns around, starting the match. Iris thinks for a moment about going in anyway, before referee Cliff Mortimer stops her from doing so.

Bardo: Mina may look rather outlandish, and she may be as green as grass, but at the same time, she takes the business very seriously, as I know from her sessions in the Dwight Gym. She very well may train harder than anyone else in the division.

Mina quickly circles around her larger opponent, looking for an opening. Tonya goes for a tieup, and Mina almost takes the bait, but instead, thinks better of doing so, going behind into a rear waistlock. Tonya swings around with a back elbow, which von Pathos ducks, stepping back and throwing a flipping dropkick in one smooth motion. The Tigress is barely bothered by the attack, shaking her head, running foward with a quick lariat. Mina "Matrix" ducks the swinging arm with a backbend, standing back up, running off the ropes, and flying back with a leaping elbow, bouncing off her opponent. Mina gets back up, once again rushing in for an elbow, but this time, is caught right into a dreaded Tonya bearhug. Montana walks over to her corner, carrying Mina on her shoulder in the bearhug, and makes the tag to Jessie Hall. Hall ascends to the top rope, leaping off, and hitting Mina in the back with a double axe handle as Tonya releases her opponent to go back to the apron.

Fisher: Great double team attack by Tonya and Jessie Hall!

Jessie does not let up for one moment, stomping Mina, before picking her up by the hair, tossing her back into the corner. Hall uses the ropes for leverage as she raises a shapely leg up to choke her opponent against the turnbuckles. Cliff Mortimer tries to break up the illegal hold, but Hall is not willing to let go just yet, yelling a familiar phrase to RoH fans...

Jessie: I have 'til five!

Jessie does release at five, grabbing the hair again, and snapmaring Mina over, before dropkicking her in the back of the head. Mina falls back after the strike, and Hall drops a quick elbow to the chest, covering for the pin...

...1

...2

...Mina kicks out! Hall picks her opponent back up, slapping her in the face, going back to the corner, making the tag to Adrienne Frost. The former champion climbs up to the top rope, flying off the top with a flipping neckbreaker, perfectly positioned by Jessie's hair pulling setup.

Bardo: Both Jessie Hall and Adrienne Frost know their tactics very well, and this should give their team quite the advantage here. So far, they've tagged three people in, while Mina von Pathos has been the lone woman for her squad. Adrienne shows no mercy to the worn down Mina, locking on a grounded headscissors, sinking the hold in on the relative newcomer.

Bardo: The difference in skill level between Frost and Mina can not be understated. The former Champion is a seasoned all around fighter with no knowledge of the concept of mercy, while Mina is a rookie with a great deal of talent, a great deal of desire to make a mark in the ring, but not as much experience, which is really hurting her right now.

Mina struggles to escape the submission, largely worn down by facing two other opponents before Adrienne, but not quite at the breaking point. As such, she tries to roll out of the headscissors, with Adrienne following suit, thus ending up in about the same bleak situation. Mina then tries to shove out, but Frost's leg strength is more than sufficient to keep the scissors applied. Violet looks quite frustrated on the apron, cracking her neck, and yelling at Mina in somewhat negative tones. Lilly shouts in a more encouraging tone, while Ten-Ka stands silently, looking as intimidating as ever. Finally, Mina makes one last effort, somehow turning around, getting her feet under her, and executing a handstand out of the headscissors, before Adrienne can do anything, Mina is loose, running over to her corner, and making the hot tag to Lilly! Rouge rushes into the ring, straight past Adrienne, to knock Iris off the apron with a flying forearm. This might have sent her rival sprawling, but at the same time, it allows Adrienne to attack from behind, causing the crowd to go dead silent as she hits a huge release German suplex on Lilly, dumping her right on her slim shoulders.

Bardo: That could very well have broken her neck.

The referee does indeed check on Lilly, after a few tense moments, he gives the signal, and the match is allowed to continue. Adrienne gets up from the throw, shoving Mortimer aside, and pulling Lilly to her feet in a Cobra Twist, and as Jessie Hall distracts the easily distractable Cliff Mortimer, Iris Yoon steps through the ropes, viciously kicking Lilly in the ribs. Mortimer returns to the action, but realizes his mistake, and makes Iris go back to her corner, while a somewhat dazed Lilly starts to head over to the opposition corner as well. Violet sees this, and decides enough is enough, stepping through the ropes, clubbing Adrienne in the back of the head, and forcefully turning Lilly back around.

Fisher: Violet's not known for her patience here on Fallout!

Mortimer about blows a gasket, and things about break down completely as he herds Cyrilla back to her corner. In the resulting chaos, Lilly gets to her senses enough to go back in the right direction, making the important tag to Ten-Ka. The Jungle Queen slowly steps through the ropes as Jessie Hall tries to illegally mount an assualt, but only catches a spinning backfist to the head as a result. Adrienne seems to be stunned as Ten-Ka launches a Uraken at her head, but is as crafty as ever, catching the arm, and taking her opponent down into a Fujiwara Armbar...or at least, that was the intent. Instead, Adrienne wrenches the arm downwards, but Ten-Ka does not go down. Adrienne slowly releases her grip, realizing that she just made one heck of a big mistake...and indeed she did, as the Jungle Queen smoothly lifts her opponent up above her head with a military press, throwing her down into a modified Michinoku Driver II, hitting the Gorilla Bomb! The former champ might have taken a gigantic move, but still is able to roll back to her corner, tagging Tonya Montana into the ring. The two titanesses stare each other down from a distance, quickly shortening the space, running right at each other, and throwing wild punches.

Fisher: My goodness, both of these women are clashing like two semi trucks in a head on colission!

Both women fight hard, but Ten-Ka has the momentum, making good use of it, by knocking Tonya with a spinning backfist, dashing off the ropes, and downing her rival with a vicious lariat. Tonya rolls to her feet, holding her neck, running back at Ten-Ka, blasting her off her own feet with a spear. Ten-Ka is furious as she snaps back to her feet off the impact, running foward, and hitting a sharp kneelift to Tonya's head, which sends her stumbling across the ring, making a tag to the very, very reluctant Jessie Hall. Hall tries to circle Ten-Ka, but has the ring quickly cut off. She then takes the only avaliable option, hopping back up onto the top rope, jumping off with a front dropkick, but Ten-Ka catches her in mid air, pulling her up, running foward, and powerbombing Hall into the turnbuckle.

Fisher: What a horrid move that the Jungle Queen just destroyed poor Jessie Hall with! I may not always agree with Hall's actions in the ring, but she doesn't deserve this! Ten-Ka is almost too powerful for the division! This is like throwing Colossus Rhodes or Stan Johnston at these poor women!

Bardo: I don't entirely disagree, Fisher, but do remember that everyone in the ring is there for a reason, they chose to be there.

Hall pulls herself along the ropes, barely making it over...and gets the tag to Iris Yoon. Iris takes one look at her opponent, deciding to take a less honorable course of action, dashing behind Cliff Mortimer. Ten-Ka doesn't seem too bothered, however, shoving the beleagured referee aside, and doubling Iris over with one single overhand chop to the chest.

Fisher: Uh...ow.

Yoon, though, shows an unusual degree of fight, standing back up suddenly, throwing a hard elbow in return, connecting flush with the side of Ten-Ka's head. The Jungle Queen looks almost amused, though, kicking Iris in the gut, lifting her up into a hanging vertical suplex position, walking over to stand in front of the opposition corner, turning Iris around to face her in an inverted position in mid-air, pausing for an extrememly uncomfortable moment, before laying down the Law of the Jungle with her version of the Steiner Screwdriver, bouncing Yoon's head off the mat, and covering with a two handed pin, daring anyone to break up the pin...

...1

...2

...Tonya starts to step through the ropes, but thinks better of it...

...3!

Tim Dwight: Your winners, Ten-Ka, Violet Cyrilla, Lilly Rouge, and Mina von Pathos!

Bardo: An exceedingly brutal manouver to end a rather brutal match. The ramifications of this match will be felt for weeks or even months to come in the division, I think.

Fisher: I don't think so, I know so! Violet didn't even get to tag in, but she was at hand to witness Ten-Ka completely demolish all the members of the opposing team! Mina showed quite a bit of toughness, Jessie Hall reminded us why she's still on the roster, and Adrienne Frost, aside from that last move from Ten-Ka, showed that she still has what it takes to compete for the title! What a match!

Bardo: You have to wonder what Violet was thinking out there, however. She did get in one good shot at Adrienne, but aside from that, the match largely consisted of her scouting out her teammates and opponents. I know that Adrienne would have taken advantage of that situation, if it were avaliable to her, but with Violet, she'd rather just wing it with a haymaker or two, and leave the studying to someone else.

Fisher: So, what do you think this match meant?

Bardo: Fisher, you really need me to tell you, ok, fine, obviously, Ten-Ka is the number one threat for the title, if she pursues it. Mina showed that while her skills might not yet be on a level for contention yet, she has the desire and the guts it takes to succeed. Both of those two should be considered threats. Tonya Montana may have been second to Ten-Ka, but she still took the fight to everyone she faced, Jessie Hall could be a dark horse contender, and Adrienne Frost, while being manhandled...

Fisher: An interesting turn of phrase, Dean.

Bardo: Anyway...Adrienne Frost didn't lose as much stock as one might think. She didn't allow herself to take too much damage, and was able to catch at least one backhand strike from Ten-Ka. Finally, Lilly and Iris both have a long way to go before either is much of a threat at all, however much they might be improving, it's still a long road for them.

Fisher: Thanks, Dean, for your analysis. Now, next, after the break, we have one last match for tonight, as Anthony Kalb and Angelo Giovanni face each other in a long awaited rematch, for the number one contendership for the Fallout Openweight Title!

Fade Out

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: T..raining? (Credit: Yoko)

As Violet Cyrilla is leaving the building, she can’t seem to find Mary Kane, who had arrived at the building with her.

Oh, no fears, Mary catches up to her.

Mary: Good job!

Violet: Where were you?

Mary: I had to talk to Biff about something, but I saw the match from a monitor.

Violet: I may as well have not shown up. I didn’t know that’s what a tag match meant.

Mary: Violet, you’re clueless.

Violet: I don’t understand this fucking business. Who fights in turns?

Mary: It’s a wonder you even got those hits on Adrienne to win the belt. Listen, this is what I was talking to Biff about. You need formal training. You need to understand the business.

Violet: A tutor?

Mary: A trainer. He’s going to see about getting someone to train you and some of the other girls who need improvement.

Violet: Can’t we just…start a new band? I can do that. I don’t know about this.

Mary: We’re going to need a steady source of income while we do that, Violet. You know how long it takes to get a band going. Just…let’s focus on this for now.

Violet: I guess it couldn’t hurt…I guess I can keep knocking people out.

Mary: Well with this training, you might be able to outwrestle them too.

Violet: I’ll take your word for it.

End Segment.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Main Event: Anthony Kalb vs Angelo Giovanni (credit: Curtis)

The fans are eager in there expectations, and after last week’s excellent match they reach a fever pitch when Iris Yoon jumps out of her seat and climbs into the ring to announce the match.

Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen…The following match is scheduled for one fall and is an Openweight Title Number One Contender’s match!!!

The crowd pop for the stipulation for the coming match.

Iris: Introducing the first competitor…he hails from Houston, Texas…weighing in at 245lbs…’The Capitalist’ Anthony Kalb

‘Money’ by Pink Floyd hits over the speaker system The fans in the arena mercilessly boo the three time former ACW Junior Heavyweight Champion as he strolls down to ringside, he climbs into the ring slowly and smirks at the fans at ringside.

Iris: And his opponent…from New York City, New York…he weighs in at 268lbs…’The Italian Stallion’ Angelo Giovanniiiii

‘Citizen Erased’ by Muse booms out of the speakers and the fans cheer as Fallout regular Angelo Giovanni struts his way down the ramp, he jumps onto the apron and quickly enters the ring, he struts over to the turnbuckle next to Iris and raises his hand to the ceiling as the fans cheer him on. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns to face his opponent; the smile that was on Angelo’s face has quickly faded and a more serious look is etched on his face.

Iris: And the referee for tonight’s match, Fallout senior official Jacob Jones

There is a slight and surprising pop from the crowd for tonight’s match.

Jones begins to check the competitors for illegal weaponry that they may have concealed on their person, as he checks the duo they maintain eye contact with one and other. Jones finishes his fruitless search and calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding

Giovanni and Kalb immediately get in each other’s faces and begin trash talking each other, Giovanni makes the title gesture to Kalb who slaps his opponent hard in the face before unleashing a series of hard rights to Giovanni, Kalb then delivers a kick to the midsection before delivering hard clubbing blows to the back of Giovanni’s neck, on the fourth blow he hits Angelo with enough sheer power that knocks him to the mat. Kalb wastes little time and immediately presses the advantage by mounting Angelo and delivering a flurry of lefts and rights, Kalb then takes a shortcut and begins to choke Giovanni who squirms under the weight of him. Jones notices this infringement and begins to count for Kalb to break the hold. Who does so just before the 5 count , he then delivers a few more shots at Angelo before resuming the choke, he again break at 4 but this time Jones takes him aside and gives him a warning as Angelo is gasping for air, Kalb pushes his way past Jones and picks him off the mat. Kalb then Atomic Whips Angelo into the opposite turnbuckle, which causes him to rebound and violently hit the mat. Kalb stays on Giovanni and picks him before whipping him off the ropes and delivering a kitchen sink knee to the gut which is hit with enough velocity to send Angelo into a violent twist whilst in mid-air. Kalb tries to pick up Giovanni who fights back, laying rights and lefts into the midsection of Kalb just as Angelo gets to his feet he is cut off by a swiftly deliver knee to the mid section before being hoisted high in the air for a trademark hanging vertical suplex by Anthony Kalb. After almost 15 seconds of being suspended in mid-air Angelo hits the mat hard and is covered by Kalb.

ONE

TW-Kickout at two

Kalb shows his frustration at Jacob Jones who clearly holds up 2 fingers but does not escape a dressing down from Kalb who believes the count to have been slow. Kalb turns around to receive a hard pair of closed fist strikes before being whipped off the ropes and hit with a Stun Gun which is immediately followed up by a Mafia Kick that knocks Kalb down, but only momentarily, Angelo kicks Kalb in the midsection before positioning himself behind Kalb and hitting a German Suplex that Angelo expertly slides into a bridging pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Kickout at 2 and a half

Giovanni unlike does not complain and picks up Kalb and wrenches his arm before pulling Kalb in and delivering a short arm lariat that sends Kalb down, he gets up quickly to receive another lariat, and then again. Giovanni calls for the Mafiaranna and runs off the ropes, Kalb however is one step ahead and whips off The Best Drop Toe Hold In The Business stopping any momentum Angelo had built up. Kalb uses this opportunity to shake out the cobwebs he received from the German Suplex. And as he gets to his feet he notices Giovanni stumbling to a vertical base, Kalb sets himself and as soon as Angelo turns to face his opponent he is hit with a stiff running lariat that almost takes his head clean off his body. Angelo crashes to the mat and is immediately covered by Kalb. Jones slides to make the count.

ONE

TWO

Kickout at 2 and 3 quarters

Kalb doesn’t complain this time, and picks up Giovanni and positions him for the Pre-Emptive Strike before signalling that this is the end. He hoists Angelo up who tries in vain to squirm his way out of the hold but fails and is powerbombed hard onto the mat. A cruel smile spreads across Kalb’s face as he looks at his fallen opponent. He drops to his knees and hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THRE-KICKOUT!!!!

[Yoko Satoshi]

The fans at ringside along with Kalb cannot believe that Angelo kicked out of such a well executed Pre-Emptive Strike, most in the arena would have bet their houses on the 3 count and of course would now be homeless. Kalb looks to Jones who is showing that the 3 count was a mere inch away. Kalb picks the almost lifeless Angelo to his feet and begins to hit some knee lifts to the gut one of which sends Giovanni stumbling backwards and he rests on the ropes before stumbling back towards Kalb who lifts him into a Fireman’s carry, he points to the sky in respect to the late Milton Freidman, this proves to be costly as Giovanni slips out behind Kalb and locks in the Glock Lock, Kalb desperately tries to free himself from the hold and he grabs Jones by the shirt and delivers a low blow to Giovanni who immediately releases the hold and grabs his groin, Kalb holds his throat and picks Giovanni up from the floor and wrenches his arm before climbing the turnbuckle and walks the top rope before jumping down and delivering a hard elbow to the shoulder of Angelo who stumbles and holds his shoulder, Kalb runs toward Angelo but it caught right in the face by a superkick known as Gettin’ Whacked. Both men fall to the mat out of exhaustion. Jones begins a count

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Both men begin to move slightly.

FIVE

SIX

Both men are now almost to their feet, Kalb gets up first and is followed by Angelo, they begin exchanging rights until Giovanni hits a hard shot to the chin that sends Kalb stumbling on his feet, Angelo whips Kalb off the ropes and hits him with the Swinging Mobsters before covering him.

ONE

TWO

Kickout just after two.

Giovanni looks shocked that he wasn’t able to get two and a half with one of his trademark moves, he picks up Kalb and positions him in a fireman’s carry and calls ICD to which the crowd cheer, Angelo beings spinning Kalb around with increasing pace, Kalb hits a swift elbow to the head of Giovanni and slides in front of Angelo and immediately hoists him up for the Adam Smith Driver, he hoists him up but Angelo slips out behind Kalb and grabs him in an inverted fireman’s carry before swiftly hitting the Italian Decimator. Angelo crawls over to Kalb and hooks the leg, Jones slides to make the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

The crowd cheer as Jones’ hand drops for the third time.

Iris: Here is your winner…And NEW Number One contender…Angelo Giovanni

Giovanni gets to his feet and has his hand raised by Jacob Jones as the fans at ringside show their appreciation for the man who took quite a beating during the match but still got up for more.

Fade To Black