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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 11, 2006 4:32:05 GMT -5
DARK MATCHES
Match #1: Glacier vs. Dr. Trace Gibson
Gibson looked irritated throughout the pre-match sequence, constantly looking at his wrist watch, and making snide comments to the referee, presumably about Glacier's history and elaborate entrance. Dr. Trace was more bark than bite, though, as Glacier no-sold the Defibrilator heart punch, and countered a left hook attempt into a Cryonic Kick to the side of the head that knocked the Doctor flat for the almost-too-quick win.
Match #2: Julio Rivera vs. Hobo Harry(PEWA)
Rivera faced off against PEWA mainstay Hobo Harry in this preliminary match. About five minutes in, though, Rivera decided to stop wrestling, and instead, challenged Harry to a dance competition. Yes, a dance competition. Or as Julio said it: "Jooooo moost teeeke Joooooliooo on een eh dhaaance conteeeste!" Harry's not got much pride, being a hobo and Tracy Finn's tag partner in PEWA, so he accpeted the new terms of the match. He matched Rivera in several styles, including breakdancing. The kicker came when Julio challenged Harry to a Samba. Harry accepted...only to be hit by the Samba Suplex(exploder suplex) upon concluding his part, Julio dancing the Samba right into the three count.
Match #3: The Royles vs. "Outlaw" Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn
Don't let the title decieve you, this was not a match by any means, simply a fight. The Royles issued an open challenge, to which the two rough-hewn Texans answered. The Royles actually declined the pair, telling them that they were too old. Big Mistake. Cogburn immediatly grabbed a steel chair from ringside, and clocked Ivor Biggin with it. McGroin blindsided the veteran, but in doing so, left himself open to an attack by Connor, who planted him with an atomic drop into a backdrop suplex. Cogburn placed the chair under McGroin, and the duo attempted to hit a spike piledriver on the fallen hooligan, but at this point, security intervened to the loud and insistent disapproval of the Fallout Fanatics. The somewhat recovered Royles(Biggin was busted open by the chair shot, but otherwise angry and belligerant) used this to their advantage, attacking the Texans, in spite of the large security presence. Soon, Stan Johnston entered the scuffle, but only managed to add to the confusion, with nobody really managing to get any sort of offence in, since Fallout security is actually somewhat effective when it needs to be. Biff Taylor appeared during the scuffle, and managed to call a cease-fire by promising both sides that there would be a rematch, in a six man tag, after the break, provided the Royles could find a third man.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:43:33 GMT -5
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#1 Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. Mark "The Axe" Miller
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#2 Ten-Ka the Jungle Queen and Selina Taylor vs. Tonya "Tigress" Montana and Jessie Hall
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#3 Fallout Tag Titles The Goodfellas vs. The Drinkin Boys
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#4 Fallout Television Title OLYMPIA vs. Jack Jefferson
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#5 Angelo Giovanni vs. Cremator
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This a Halberd II Production…
Not quite a Crossover, that’s on the next Fallout! But this one is just as good.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:43:49 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
Biff: Hello, this is Biff Taylor, speaking here from Chairman Gingerdude's office, yes, Ginger's office.
Indeed, it appears to be true, as strange as it looks, Biff is standing next to Gingerdude in the ACW chairman's office.
Biff: Starting this week, the truce between Fallout and ACW begins. We're not going to re-merge, we're not gonna stop competing with each other, either, but we have come to the mutual conclusion that we can reach a working decision.
Ginger: Yes, it's best for all that we do this. But, do not presume that we are done quite yet. There is still unfinished business.
Biff: But this time, dudes and dudettes, it's not me and Ginger waging asymetric war on each other, it's our own wrestlers settling their own problems, in sanctioned matches! We have two matches on ACW Warfare, as their Adrien Flamingo has an open challenge to our boys, and the undefeated Stan H. Johnston wants to take a shot at the mysterious one eyed terror, Chance Emmerson!
Ginger: But on Fallout, one week after Warfare, they have one of their supershows, the Crossover supershow, to be precise. Nick Durden from ACW will compete against Nicholas Alger from Fallout
Biff: That's Dangerous Nicholas Alger to you! And...
Ginger: I would appreciate it very much if you would not interupt. In a match entitled by some to be a "strange bedfellows" confrontation, Kudo Yasuda and Scott Andrews will put aside their differences to defeat Fallout's Jack Jefferson, and Marcus Curtis...
Biff: *Cough, cough.*
Ginger: And then, Wyvern of ACW will conclude his lengthy feud with Fallout's Sean Nichols, with the loser going to the inferior show.
Biff: I suppose that mean's they're confined to Meltdown, then...
Ginger: You want to waste more precious time on your pitifully short show?
Biff: No, and that's why I want to announce that Alicia Kitsune vs. Daniel Ness will take place right in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, at Crossover...and rumors have it that there's something special planned for that match! And then, our main event, oh yes, our main event! Fallout and ACW will bring you two mystery names, but I assure you that this match is not one that you want to sit out on!
Ginger: I suppose that I can agree with you on that point, Mr. Taylor. And now, you may return to regular happenings on the shortest hour on the telly, or whatever.
Biff: That's the Fastest Hour on Television, Fallout, and back to you, R.J, Dean!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:44:06 GMT -5
Match: DNA vs. Mark “The Axe” Miller (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
The fans cheer loudly as Iris enters the ring, mic in hand. She waits for them to quiet down a bit before making her announcements.
Iris: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he hails from Los Angeles, California and weighs in this evening at 215lbs…Mark “The Axe” MILLER!!
“Forever” by Throwdown hits the arena and Mark walks out from behind the curtains. He has a black jagged guitar on his back, hooked over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp, slapping fans hands and pointing to his opponent. He gets to the ring and takes his guitar off his back and gives it to the time keeper. He then rolls under the ropes and stands up, waiting for his opponent.
Iris: And his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina and weighing in at 255lbs…“Dangerous” Nick ALGER!!
The lights go out, with a red spotlight focusing on Alger as he enters, while other lights spin around the audience area. Alger walks down the ramp, his menacing stature forcing many of the more timid fans into silence. He points at Miller, a small smile on his face and the climbs into the ring.
Bell Rings.
The two men circle each other cautiously before locking up in the centre of the ring. DNA uses his superior power to drive Miller back towards a corner but Miller counters, using his pace advantage to slip out of the hold, and hits a Dropkick to the back of Alger’s head. DNA stumbles, but catches himself on the ropes before he can fall and turns around, menace painted on his face. He lunges at Miller in an attempt to trip the younger man who sidesteps and connects with a picture-perfect Enziguri to the back of Alger’s head, sending the bigger man to the mat. Miller covers…
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…Alger powers out before the ref can reach two, his face reddening as his anger grows. Miller throws a quick kick in Alger’s direction, but the veteran is able to catch his foot, trip him and lock in a Scissored Choke Sleeper before Miller has much chance to react. Unfortunately for Alger, the pair land next to the ropes, allowing Miller to grab them and break the hold, but not before DNA utilises the full 5-count. Both men rise and face each other, trying to stare each other out. Realising he won’t out-psych the seasoned veteran, Miller throws a vicious combo of Middle Kick’s in Alger’s direction, many of which Alger manages to block thanks to his extensive MMA training. On the final kick attempt, Alger once more catches a-hold of Miller, tripping him and leaping on top of him with a flurry of Mounted Punches, with the occasion Headbutt thrown in for good measure, which he is forced to break as the ref counts to four.
Alger rises first and drives his boot into the small of Miller’s back as he attempts to rise. Alger attempts a second kick but is evaded by Miller’s speed as he leaps to his feet and connects with a B Sharp (his patented Backbrain Spinning Wheel Kick) to knock Alger to the mat for a second time. Miller instantly mounts Alger and begins raining down blows onto his face. The ref forces a break and as Alger rises to his feet Miller charges and hits him with a Jumping Enziguir before he has a chance to react. He covers…
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…KICKOUT! Alger powers out before the match can be decided, a grimace across his face. However, the energy continues to flow through Miller as he hops over the ropes and onto the apron, springboarding back into the ring to connect with a Front Dropkick square on Alger’s jaw. He covers again…
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…KICKOUT! Alger roars as he kicks out for a third time during the course of the matchup and throws Miller away from him. Miller comes back at the rising Alger with a flurry of Middle Kicks, however, Alger is once again able to catch Miller’s leg before rolling through to lock in his Scissored Heel Hold, the Red Alert. Miller cries out in pain as Alger synchs in the hold and drags him to the centre of the ring. Miller resists for 10 seconds but gives in to the pain and taps before Alger is able to break his leg.
Iris: The winner of the match, via submission…“Dangerous” Nick ALGER!!
The fans seem less than pleased with the result as Alger celebrates before making his exit up the ramp, a smile adorning his face.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:44:23 GMT -5
Segment: The Return Is Near (Credit: Senator)
Before the show goes to the break, a video package starts to play, with the screen starting out completely dark.
Slowly, black and white scenes of swampland and ponds start to fade in and out, with the picture becoming more and more green tinted with each scene.
[glow=green,2,300]"After nearly being forced into retirement..."[/glow]
A quick flash of a familiar mask shows, and quick clips of a green hued luchador play, showing a step up hurricanrana, a flying dropkick, a Frog Splash.
[glow=green,2,300]"Hard work and time for recovery has paid off..."[/glow]
Even faster clips play, showing a frog catching a fly with its tongue, showing a springboard dropkick, a standing double stomp and a standing 450 into a hurricanrana, culminating in a long fading shot of the same familiar green mask.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:44:53 GMT -5
Match #2: Ten-Ka the Jungle Queen and Selina Taylor vs. Tonya "Tigress" Montana and Jessie Hall (Credit: FSX..Yup..Really.)
The night has hardly yet to begin for the fastest hour on television today, but it doesn't change the fact that everyone in the arena is already making there voices heard. There is good reason for it too, as the fans are well aware that the women in this next tag contest have the ability and dedication to put forth what could be the match of the night. The various mutters of predictions and hype for the upcoming contest slowly dies down as Iris Yoon makes her way in to the ring for the introductions.
Iris: The following is a Womens Tag-Team contest, and it is scheduled for one fall!
As the theme 'Bossy' by Kelis begins to play, the fans in attendance waste no time beginning to show their own special appreciation. As loud boos fill the arena, it appears to not effect Jessie in the slightest as she walks down to the ring, followed closes by Tonya 'Tigress' Montana. Neither of them seem at all fazed by the crowds negative reaction, Jessie simply waving to the crowd mockingly, as Tonya just smirks a bit.
Iris: Introducing first, From Cardiff, Wales and East Lansing, Michigan respectively, The Team of Jessie Hall and Tonya 'Tigress' Montana!
They both roll into the ring, only now that they'd reached it safely beginning to throughly taunt the crowd as heels generally do. As they both climbed two turnbuckles opposite each other, they scanned the crowd and then shrugged a bit, Jessie quickly walking over to Iris and leaning over her shoulder.
Jessie: Is it just me, or is the average IQ in this arena tonight in tune with the weather outside? Well below 0...
At this point, as if on que, the entire arena shouts out 'It's just you!' Jessie stares off blankly for a moment, before beginning to rampage about the ring a bit before Tonya calms her down, as Iris snickers just a bit and continues doing what she does best.
Iris: And their opponents...
"Simple Survival" by Mushroomhead hits and fans finally having something to cheer about as they break out into a roar of excitement, Selina makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way.
Iris: First, from Port Aux Basques, Newfoundland, The Canadian Des-- Miss Canadian Drinkin 2006, Selina Taylor.
Some in the crowd laugh at the comment, but most are simply focused on this match getting under way, Selina staring down both Jessie and Tonya as she slides into the ring, showing her respect for the fans and a total disrespect for Tonya and Jessie as she turns her back to them and jumps to the second turnbuckle, rising her arms to the fans.
Iris: And her partner...
The theme of the hit motion picture 'George of the Jungle' begins to play as Ten-Ka comes out to a mix of cheers and a few odd boos coming from the front row. She appears to be full of energy, garbed completely in the gorilla suit as she beat her chest and begins down the ramp.
Iris: From Kyoto, Japan...This is the JUNGLE QUEEN, Ten-Ka!
The fans continue to cheer as she is about to simply enter the ring, before suddenly a bucket of a red liquid is thrown onto her from the front row.
She stops, standing there completely still as she is continually heckled by those in the row, before turning to them and moving closer to get a better view. It appears a few members of PETA have made there way into attendance this evening, and despite the fact Ten-Ka was still simply making her way to the ring, she was notably irritated just by her body posture. The members of the animal rights group continue on heckling her as security arrives before it appears that the fans of Fallout have passed there judgment. Rather then leave this to those that are employed for the sole reason to deal with this, a fight breaks out in the audience, as buckets of blood chairs appear to be thrown left and right.
Rather then pay further attention to the somewhat ridiculous distraction made in the audience, nearly the entirety of the business place there eyes back in the ring, seeing as Ten-Ka has decided to focus all of her irritation on her opponents tonight, sliding into the ring and immediately clotheslining Jessie Hall viciously before the bell has even ring.
BELL RINGS
Jessie isn't even given a chance to get back to her feet before Ten-Ka goes to work, literally jumping on her back and mauling her with stiff rights and lefts to the back of the head, obviously intent on letting off some steam from that previous encounter with the members of PETA. Following at least thirty seconds of maniacal and consistent clubbing blows to her head, Ten-Ka stood up and let out a scream, beginning to circle Jessie as she walked around the ring, like a predator awaiting it's prey...just to hit the POOOOOOUNCE!!!...which, in laments terms, means she hit a running shoulder block after Hall finally managed to drag herself back to her feet.
The crowd was obviously quickly getting into the match, beginning a loud T.K chant as Selina looked on excited, anxious to get into the ring as Ten-Ka brought Jessie over to the corner. Just as Selina was about to tag her though, Ten-Ka ran over to the other side of the ring and rushed back quickly, running back with quite a HUGE corner splash....welll...it was a huge splash, but unfortunately it was on Selina, as Jessie had rolled out of the way, pulling Selina in the way of the Rampaging Ten in the process. Even as the crowd booed, not many understood what was going on, as officially by the Referee's view, the contact made between the two partners was considered a tag, and Selina had collapsed to the outside of the ring. This is likely what spurred the confusion of Ten-Ka turning around confused and returning to her attack of Jessie Hall, as the Ref administered the count.
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4............
All the while, Ten-Ka was back to manhandling Jessie Hall, something that the Ref had failed to notice. After a few more stiff strikes, Ten was all prepared to deliver her Gorilla Bomb, stumbling about in the ring as Jessie struggled, all of this gaining the temporary attention of the Referee. During this brief struggle, as if on que, Tonya Montana slapped the back of Jessie hall as Ton-Ka stumbled over to that corner, not making any effort to save her partner as she was hit by the Gorilla Bomb soon after, but entering the ring nonetheless.
This confusion appeared to get the the Referee for a moment, looking between all four women, three of which were temporarily in the ring, before continuing his count.
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6...................
Things at this point in the mask were honestly not looking too good for Selina Taylor, as she was just beginning to get to her feet on the outside, only to be welcomed by Jessie Hall, who to the loud cheer of the crowd had been lifted up to a gorilla press slam and tossed over the top rope, just happening to land on Selina in the process. Despite the crowds overpowering cheers, and the fact that two women were basically out of it on the outside, the ref managed to maintain a specific level of order, quickly turning to Ten-Ka and deciding that if she remained in the ring for a moment longer, she'd somehow manage to kill someone in the cheap sheets, using one of the women in this match to do so.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:45:13 GMT -5
Furious at the fact she was told to leave the ring, Ten decided it was best if she at least took out Tigress before returning to her corner, looking around for a moment, only to thrown out of the ring by her quickly when Tonya had spotted the opportunity, letting out a laugh as she was the last person remaining in the ring. There was only one logical thing left to be done...
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Just as it appears that this match will be over by count out, Selina Taylor drags herself back into the ring, only causing Tonya to gasp and stare at her blankly for a moment, before rushing toward Selina immediately after the Canadian girl reached her feet. But it was too late on this occasion, Tonya simply receiving a knee to the midsection rather then being able to make any progress. And it didn't appear as if it was going to stop there, as the faces momentum was once again on the rise. With the crowd firmly behind her, Selina smirked and immediately came down on Tonya's back with a swift forearm smash, not quite having her down just yet, so doing the logical thing and putting an effective DDT on the end of that combination. She wasn't done with just that though, as she knew she'd have to keep the momentum going if she was going to have any chance at all of taking this match. As Tonya hit the ground, Selina made sure she was quick to act, dropping two consecutive elbow drops before getting up and rushing over to the turnbuckle, climbing it with the obvious intention of landing a third elbow from the top.
But sadly, by the time that she'd reached the top it was already too late, as a notably peeved Tigress had risen back to her feet and quickly ran herself up the turnbuckle. In a rare, surprising feat of agility and flexibility, she grabbed Selina and quickly delivered a Turning Belly-to-Belly suplex from the top, coming down with her all the way as they both collapse to the mat, Tonya pulling her body over Selina's quickly for the swift and easy pin
ONE!!
TWO!!!!!!
THRE---
But NO THREE TODAY, as Selina's arm shot up the moment before the Referee's hand came down to the mat one last time. Infuriated, Tonya quickly gets up and calls out to Jessie, who was still mildly dazed at ringside. The moment Jessie heard Tonya's voice, she smirked and nodded, walking over to the time keeper and forcibly taking his chair. It appears that if you can't win the easy way, you may as well mangle your opponents. Walking back toward the ring though, she was stopped, quite brutally, in a way that few expected to logical or possible. Instead of having the chair kicked into her face, Ten-Ka spent no time rushing over to her and literally headbutting the chair into Jessie's face, the both of them collapsing down on the outside in the process, despite the fact Ten-Ka was obviously more mobile. As many in the audience gawked for a moment, before cheering in approval, the Referee stared at the scene, generally confused of what to do, just as the action began to heat up again.
During all this confusion, Tonya has left Selina out of her sight for quite a long time, and despite the fact she was still hurting from the previous move, it didn't stop her from trying to steal the match with a quick roll up! The ref initially doesn't notice it, before looking over his shoulder at them and quickly doing a double take, toppling over himself to make the count.
ONEEEEEEEEEE
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Well, Two anyway. Yet again just before the Ref was about to complete the count, the pin was broken by Tonya, who looked to be infuriated yet again by Selina's foolish antics and attempts to steal victory. Yet this time around, she wasn't about to try and cheat to win..no..this time she intended to give as much pain and suffering as she possibly could. Quickly grabbing Selina as they both rose to there feet, slapping her across the face quite stiffly before lifting her up for a stalled vertical suplex, holding her up for at the least 30 seconds before letting her fall, only to quickly lift her up again and deliver a Scrapbuster Slam. But oh no, don't even think that Tonya was nearly done with Selina yet at this point. She still had to make her cry out in pain. Laughing to herself maniacally, she quickly pulled Selina into a Bear hug, lifting her up and applying pressure quickly, more and more by each passing second as she intended to make Selina into her own personal rag doll.
Despite crying out in agony, Selina just wasn't about to give up, trying to will energy from the fans and succeeding as seemingly everyone in attendance began to chant her name, taking there energy as she began to deliver rights and lefts to Tonya, along with the occasional forearm smash. Still though, despite all of this, Tonya refused to let go..The second she noticed that her grip was beginning to soften on her, she decided it was as good a time as any to go with PLAN B. What's Plan B? Why, it should be obvious. Just before she knew she would have to let go, she quickly repositioned her body weight and delivered a tremendous Tigress Buster, watching Selina's neck snap back as she folded onto the ground, the move looking almost too real as Tonya quickly went for the pin afterward, the referee already in position to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
And this time, it was in no question the end of the match...
Iris: And your winners of this match, Jessie Hall and Tonya 'Tigress' Montana!
The crowd speaks there opinion loudly, that which is mostly of cheers for such a terrific match, well, that is before Tonya began to mock the crowd and celebrate around the ring. Everyone of the other competitors involved in this match are in need of some form of medical attention, some more serious then others, but nonetheless this match is truly up their among the greatest Women's Tag-Team contests to ever take place on Fallout! And with still so much more to come, who wouldn't want to tune in for the rest of the greatest hour on television.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:45:32 GMT -5
Segment: A Little Backup (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Biff Taylor is seen standing alongside a tall, baldheaded man, who looks somewhat familiar to long-time ACW fans.
Biff: Ok, dude, you say your name's Tyd?
Tyd: Yeah.
Biff: Just so you understand, you're here to be my bodyguard, I didn't hire you to go out there in the ring and all, I want someone watching my back at all times, 'specially with this Crossover stuff goin' down! I can't afford for some dope from ACW or even some ambitious dope from here on Fallout to try and take me down. Not now, not later.
Tyd: Right.
Biff: My Corporate Club is top of the line, and they can get the job done in the ring, but they can't jus' hang out here in my office all the time. I just wanna have you be on alert whenever I'm 'round here, or when I'm going...nah, can't talk bout that here on Fallout, on TV! So yeah, you're going to be some heavy duty backup, and I figured an old wrasstler'd be the best option, hell, I bet I could even sell folks some merchandise with your image!
Tyd: Nice.
Biff: Can you say more than one word at a time?
Tyd: No.
Biff: Well, I didn't hire you to be some sortava speakin' genius or nothin...
Tyd: Damn.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:46:02 GMT -5
Match: Fallout Tag Championship The Goodfellas vs. The Drinkin Boys (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns to action, the Drinkin Boys are seen in the ring, Afternoon lounging in one of the corners, while Ben Drinkin stretches out his limbs.
R.J. Fisher: Here on Fallout, we don't disappoint, we give the fans what they want to see! And this right here is a match they have clamored for since the Goodfellas won the titles at Endsong! The Drinkins had their number one contendership to cash in, and they decided to do so right here tonight!
Dean Bardo: The Goodfellas have been busy champions, even if you've not been able to tell on Fallout. They have represented the company, and have defended the belts in a number of different independant groups around the North American continent, from Canada, to the East Coast of the United States, to the Midwest, to Mexico, to the Dominican Republic, they've earned respect and prestige for Fallout. The Drinkin Boys might
Soon, the lights dim, and "Blood" plays over the PA system, as two imposing figures appear in the entranceway, wearing dark sunglasses, and holding the Fallout Tag Titles.
Iris: And now, announcing next, they are the Fallout Tag Team Champions, hailing out of New York City, New York, Eddie the Wire and Tony the Rod, the Goooooooodfeeeelaaaaaaas!
The Goodfellas make their way to the ring, sliding in under the ropes. They quickly hand off the belts to referee Joey Reynolds, before meeting the Drinkins in the middle of the ring, sizing up their opponents, before offering a handshake. The Drinkin Boys take a moment, looking at each other, but go through with a tenative handshake, as the match begins to get underway.
Bardo: Respect, the sure sign of a true professional.
Tony the Rod and Afternoon Drinkin decide to start off the match, as the other two members reach their respective corners, the bell rings, and the match begins. The Rod clearly gives up a huge height advantage of over a foot, Afternoon practically having to squat down to properly face off with his opponent. Tony makes the first move, a sharp kick to the leg, answered directly with a ferocious overhand chop from Drinkin that sends the Rod stumbling back into the ropes, holding his chest. Afternoon waits for the Rod to return, but instead, he makes the tag to Eddie the Wire, the two quickly taking advantage of the leeway given to them to engage in a double team, rushing forwards, and overwhelming Afternoon with a double low kick combination, sending the big man down to his knees. The Rod heads back to his corner, without the prompting of referee Joey Reynolds, while Eddie throws a hard series of middle kicks into the chest of his opponent.
Bardo: They don't get more experienced than the Goodfellas when it comes to coordinated double team techniques. The two are agressive and violent when the time calls for it, but they are also honorable, and follow the rules without having being told to do so when they can afford to.
The Wire steps back, lashing out with a Mafia Kick, but Afternoon catches it in both hands, rising back up to his feet, dumping Eddie on his back, before dropping a giant elbow on his opponent's chest for the pin...
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...Eddie kicks out at two! Afternoon picks his opponent up in a front facelock, dragging him back to the opposite corner, where Ben Drinkin makes the tag. Afternoon lifts the Wire up into a Canadian Backbreaker Rack, while Ben ascends to the top rope, jumping off with a neckbreaker drop of sorts, flipping Eddie the Wire off Afternoon's shoulder, causing him to land on his stomach.
Fisher: Whatamove! An incredible double team attack executed by the Drinkins!
Ben picks a shaky Eddie up from the mat, hitting a DDT, and then makes a quick tag back to Afternoon. The giant of the Drinkin Boys steps through the ropes, quickly lifting a leg up, dropping it across his opponent's back with a big thud. He then slides over, placing the Wire in an elevated camel clutch of sorts, wrenching back on his opponent's neck with one arm, while using the other to club away at his ribs. Afternoon then lifts Eddie up into a full nelson, throwing him high into the air, bringing him down with a powerful Beer Bash for the pin...
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...2
...Tony the Rod makes the save, before quickly returning to his corner! Afternoon goes back, tagging Ben back in, seeing Eddie's still out, and hoists Ben up onto two hands, up into the air. Ben Drinkin braces himself, before launching off his tag partner's hands into a beautiful moonsault press onto Eddie the Wire, Afternoon cutting off the ring, preventing Tony from making another save as Ben covers...
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...Eddie the Wire kicks out!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:46:17 GMT -5
Fisher: Amazing, how the hell could he have kicked out of that?
Bardo: He's tough. Very tough. Intriguing to see the Drinkin Boys utilizing the Goodfella's usual strategy of rapid tagging, and preventing them from using it.
Ben tries to lift Eddie off the mat, but is caught by surprise with a quick double hand thrust to the throat that temporarily immobilizes him. Eddie has a tough enough time making it to the corner, stumbling his way over...but Ben catches him at the last moment with a leaping lariat to the back of the head. Ben Drinkin drags the Wire back to the center of the ring, stalking his opponent as he rises to his feet. Ben lifts Eddie up onto a shoulder in position for Dr. Feelgood's Secret Recipie...but Eddie slips back off, turning his opponent back around, tossing him up for a Wire Cutter...Drinkin, though, uses the height to land a flipping dropkick on the Wire, striking him in the chest. Ben lands on his feet, rushing over, grabbing Eddie in a front facelock position, going for the A-Ok...but Eddie arm wrenches his way out, right into a short range Wire Cutter!
Fisher: That was an astounding series of counters!
Referee Joey Reynolds has no choice but to start the standing ten count, as both compeititors look completely knocked out from the move...
...1
...2
...3
The Wire starts to show some life, crawling to his corner....
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Ben starts to get to a knee, looking to Afternoon, as the ten count ceases. Eddie keeps inching to his corner, as Ben takes a quick assessment of the situation, deciding not to tag Afternoon in, unfortunatly, the moment of indecision allows the Wire to tag Tony the Rod in, who charges out of his corner like a bolt of lightning, dropping Ben with a sharp series of left jabs and a right hook. Afternoon enters the ring, but is cut down to size with a low dropkick, and a springboard forearm knocks him down fully. Ben gets back up, for the Rod to knock him back down with a spinning crescent kick, before locking in the Mafia dragon Sleeper. Ben Drinkin fights out of the rear facelock, but is dropped by an arm wrench hook kick that sends him stumbling into the Goodfellas corner. Tony decides to make the tag back to a somewhat but not fully recovered Eddie, who lifts Ben into a powerbomb position, dropping him down further into a leg hold arm stepover, the Styles Clash position, the setup for the Omerta finisher.
Fisher: This could be it!
It would be it, that is, if Ben Drinkin didn't manage to sit back up, falling back into a hurricanrana pin, hooking a leg on impact, while Tony runs off the ropes...and flies off over the top rope as Afternoon pulls it down! Joey Reynolds counts the pin...
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...3!
Iris: Your winners, and NEW FALLOUT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE DRIIIINKIIIIN BOOOOYS!
The Drinkins are awarded their belts, and celebrate in the middle of the ring, as the Goodfellas re-unite on the outside, realizing that they lost the belts. The now former champs slide back into the ring, clearly worse for wear, with ice cold looks on their faces. The Drinkins wearily, but steadily assume fighting stances, preparing for a continuation of conflict, but the Goodfellas instead reach out for a second handshake, congratulating the new champions on a match cleanly and well fought. The Drinkins accept, showing that in the end, the two teams might fight their hearts out in the ring, but have the greatest of respect afterwards.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:46:37 GMT -5
Segment: Rematch? (Credit: Yoko)
As Biff returns to his office, he finds a familiar face. Adrienne Frost.
Biff: Oh, I thought you vanished on us.
Adrienne: I took some time off for an important photoshoot. I’m back now, and I think I want my title back. Right this instant.
Biff: If you’re invoking your rematch clause, I can have the match set up in two weeks or so.
Adrienne: Rematch? No no no, I want my title back. Right now. Strip the skank and give it back to me.
Biff: I can’t just strip her, she won it from you fair and square. Pinfall, 1 2 3.
Adrienne: It was luck and you know it. She has no talent. She’ll lose it to some other talentless airhead and disgrace the prestige I gave that belt!
Biff: She’s supposed to be attending training sessions. She’ll know how wrestling works before long. I can’t strip her for being green.
Adrienne: She hit me.
Biff: What?
Adrienne: No close fisted strikes. It’s in the rules. Yet she wins every one of her damn matches with a punch. She’s breaking the rules.
Biff: We’re lenient on that rule as long as no one’s getting pulverized. Don’t think I haven’t seen you throw a punch or two, either. Are you afraid of Violet?
Adrienne: No. I just feel insulted having to keep facing such a joke of an opponent. Is there ANYTHING I can do to get around it?
Biff: You could button the top two buttons on your shirt, for one thing. It takes a stupid or desperate man to be sweet talked by cleavage, and I’m neither. That might work for you elsewhere, but not here.
Adrienne frowns and storms toward the door.
Adrienne: I’m invoking my rematch clause, then.
Biff: I’ll book it as soon as there’s an open spot.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:46:55 GMT -5
TV Title Match (Credit: Jack Jefferson) OLYMPIA vs. Jack Jefferson
We are taken back to the action inside the main arena where the fans are buzzing with excitement. The following match will pit two of the fast rising stars of Fallout against each other, with one extreme exception between them, one is beloved by every single Fallout fan, old and young alike, whereas his opponent draws the opposite emotions in pretty much every fan watching in the arena and at home.
Iris: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall and the Fallout TV Title will be on the line!
The fans go wild, anticipating what should be the next in a long line of outstanding title matches by current champion, OLYMPIA!
Dean Bardo: It’s that time of the show again, and the fans couldn’t be happier, it’s time for another successful title defence by Fallout’s favourite son…OLYMPIA!
R.J Fisher: Woah, not so fast Dean. You may not like OLYMPIA’s opponent for tonight, Jack Jefferson, but even you can’t deny he is extremely talented and should put up one hell of a fight.
Bardo: True, he is extremely talented; it just sickens me that he has to rely on dirty tactics to win matches. Why can’t he ju--
Dean Bardo stops abruptly as “Forgot About Dre” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and loud booing fills the air. Jack Jefferson struts through the curtains, a smirk plastered across his face.
Iris: Introducing first, the challenger, he weighs in this evening at 208lbs and hails from Manchester, England…‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack JEFFERSON!!
Jefferson swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. 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.
Bardo: Look at the cockiness of this man, it’s appalling. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was ignorant enough never to have seen OLYMPIA wrestle.
Fisher: I couldn’t disagree more Dean, despite his shady tactics and cocky nature Jack Jefferson is a true student of the game and he will undoubtedly have studied up for such an important match.
Bardo: Pffft…if you say so Fisher, I’m not so convinced myself. If he knew about how good OLYMPIA truly is I don’t think he would wear such a big smirk and his swagger would undoubtedly be diluted.
The arena lights go out. The intro to “Through The Fire And Flames” begins on the house speakers, golden strobes and a huge golden mask dominated by a black star in the middle of the face flashing onto the JumboTron flicker to the beat of the drums. The fans go crazy before OLYMPIA even has chance to appear.
Bardo: Listen to that reaction Fisher, I’ve never heard so much love for a wrestler as is being shown towards OLYMPIA right here tonight.
Iris: And his opponent, he is the current reigning and defending Fallout TV Champion…OLYMPIAAA!!
As the song begins in earnest, OLYMPIA takes the stage. He is wearing a golden cape with white on the in-side, and he pauses to pose with both fists touching one another over his chest. He goes down the ramp, slapping every hand put in his direction all the way around the ring before climbing the stairs and jumping in over the top rope, climbing the opposite turnbuckle to signal to the crowd once more.
Bell Rings
OLYMPIA walks into the centre of the ring and extends a hand in the direction of Jack Jefferson, who looks amused. Jefferson stands up straight and walks over to OLYMPIA’s position, extending his own hand. However, Jefferson withdraws his hand, a micro-second before making contact with OLYMPIA’s, and instead drives a boot into the midriff of his opponent before taking him over with a Snap Suplex. Jefferson climbs to the turnbuckle, smirking and striking his familiar pose as the fans hurl a torrent of abuse in his direction.
Bardo: What a despicable act! OLYMPIA tries to show some sportsmanship before what we all hope will be a great contest and what does Jefferson do? He uses that opportunity to take an unfair advantage. It sickens me!
Fisher: Wrestling is all about taking advantages Dean, Jefferson simply took an opportunity to put himself on top in the match.
As Jefferson hops down from the turnbuckle OLYMPIA springs athletically to his feet and charges at his opponent, who sidesteps him. As OLYMPIA reaches the ropes he leaps up and uses the ropes to springboard back and take the turning Jack Jefferson down with a stunning Hurracanrana. This brings the fans to their feet in a “Holy Shit” chant.
Fisher: A picture perfect Springboard Hurracanrana from the phenomenal OLYMPIA right there, Jack Jefferson didn’t stand a chance against such a well executed move!
Bardo: You said it Fisher! That was outstanding and should put that worm Jefferson in his place. THAT’s what you get for being cocky to OLYMPIA!!
Jefferson rises to his feet, his face twisted into a sick grimace as the fans chant OLYMPIA’s name repeatedly. Jack stands tall, staring at his opponent, and raises his left arm into the air, inviting a test of strength. OLYMPIA reaches up to accept, only to have Jefferson drop his hand and raise the right. Frustrated, OLYMPIA reaches up again and this time he grabs hold of Jefferson’s hand. After 10 seconds of neither man gaining an advantage, they change to a lock-up. Jefferson then stomps on OLYMPIA’s feet and takes him down with a Wrist Clutch Exploder. He then leaps onto the turnbuckle to vent his frustrations at the fans.
Jefferson: (at crowd) Who you chanting for now? Who the FUCK are you chanting for NOW?!
Bardo: Look at this; this is so disrespectful to OLYMPIA. Every time he hits a move he leaps onto the turnbuckle and riles up the fans.
Fisher: I have to agree Dean, Jefferson needs to keep his mind on the match or he will sorely regret it.
Jefferson turns as OLYMPIA rises to his feet and leaps off the turnbuckle, connecting with a brutal Missile Dropkick to OLYMPIA’s head. He covers…
1
2
…KICKOUT!
Bardo: That was barely a two count. He’s gonna have to do more than that if he has any hopes of taking OLYMPIA’s title!
Fisher: No doubt about that. OLYMPIA is well known for not only his skill in the ring but his resilience also.
Jefferson angrily claps his hands at the ref, insinuating that there was a slow count despite the fact there blatantly wasn’t.
Bardo: Oh, this is ridiculous! He has NOTHING to complain about! That count was perfectly fine.
Fisher: Indeed it was Dean, it looks like Jack is looking for someone to blame instead of realising he simply hasn’t done enough to put OLYMPIA away.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:47:13 GMT -5
As Jefferson continues to get in the face or the referee, OLYMPIA composes himself and the whirls the distracted Jefferson around, hitting him with an impactful Dropsault which sends him tumbling out of the ring. The crowd erupt in an explosion of cheers as Jefferson’s head hits the floor on the outside.
Bardo: What a Dropsault and no less than Jefferson deserved! That’s what you get if you ignore the threat of OLYMPIA!
The referee begins counting out Jefferson and OLYMPIA climbs onto the turnbuckle.
ONE
TWO
Jack begins to pull himself to his feet, using the announcer’s table for support.
THREE
He groggily reaches a vertical base and turns around as OLYMPIA takes flight. AS he is in mid-air a million cameras go off. Jefferson is unaware of the threat until OLYMPIA connects with a stunning Megaton Kick, bringing deafening cheers from the fans followed swiftly by a “Holy Shit” chant.
The ref begins to count once more…
ONE!
Fisher: Wow Dean! That was a helluva kick from OLYMPIA right there and, unsurprisingly, both men are down.
TWO!
Bardo: It sure was Fisher, I can’t believe what I just witnessed and neither can these fans. What an awesome Megaton Kick that was!
THREE!
Fisher: If OLYMPIA can get Jefferson back into the ring quick enough, I doubt that title will be changing hands tonight.
FOUR!
OLYMPIA begins to stir, using the announcers table as support as he rises to his knees before taking the time to compose himself.
FIVE!
He gets to his feet, holding his head as he tries to locate Jack Jefferson, who is just beginning to revive.
SIX!
Bardo: OLYMPIA is finally up, let’s hope he can get Jefferson back into the ring and pick up another well-earned victory.
SEVEN!
OLYMPIA staggers over to Jefferson, hauling him to his feet and rolling him into the ring.
EIGHT!
OLYMPIA slides under the ropes and onto Jack Jefferson. He hooks the leg and the fans count along as the ref begins to count…
“ONE”…
“TWO”…
“THR…NO!!”
A groan goes around the arena as Jefferson summons the will to kick out.
Bardo: I CANNOT believe it Fisher! How the hell did he manage to kick out of that?! I thought the match was over for sure, and so did these fans!
OLYMPIA is first to his feet and begins to drag Jefferson to his feet, only to be resisted as Jefferson thrice drives his fist into the abdomen of OLYMPIA. Jefferson then quickly snaps off a suplex, crucially driving the back of OLYMPIA into the nearby turnbuckle. The ref instantly goes over to OLYMPIA to check that he is ok. Jefferson waits for a second, posing for the concerned and booing fans, before walking to the opposite corner and charging. Jefferson comes steaming in and connects with a vicious Shining Wizard. However, OLYMPIA is not his victim, that honour lies with the ref who is instantly knocked out.
Fisher: The ref is down, and I doubt he’ll be getting up anytime soon from that.
Bardo: That was DELIBERATE! There is no chance in hell that was accidental!
Fisher: Look at Jefferson’s face! It is a picture of shock, he clearly was going for OLYMPIA with that Shining Wizard!
Bardo: Bullshit, he’s now smirking, that was intentional! We need to get another official down here to DQ him!
As the fan’s boos reach a deafening level, Jefferson smirks widely and lands a brutal kick to the temple of OLYMPIA before rolling out of the ring and delving underneath the ring.
Bardo: Funny how this worked out, Jefferson is on the brink of losing and suddenly ‘accidentally’ knocks the ref out! And now it appears he will take advantage by using a weapon!
Jefferson slides into the ring, steel chair in hand and cockily begins stalking the dazed OLYMPIA, prompting him to get to his feet. Suddenly, the fans change their jeering for loud cheers. The camera whirls around to reveal the reason for their sudden change of heart, Marcus Curtis tearing down the ramp despite his still heavily-taped ribs. Marcus slides into the ring and snatches the chair out of an unwitting Jack Jefferson’s hands before diving back out of the ring. As OLYMPIA rises to his feet he notices Curtis holding the chair and stands against the ropes, possibly offering his thanks to Curtis however we will probably never know what he is doing.
Meanwhile, Jefferson shakes the ref into a state of consciousness before haring across the ring to deliver a lethal low-blow to OLYMPIA, followed by a roll-up with Jefferson taking more than a handful of tights. The ref crawls over to make the count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
The crowd howl their rage, cursing the ref for being blind enough to not only miss Jack holding the tights but also missing the blatant low-blow. Outside the ring, Marcus Curtis goes wild, gesturing to the ref who blanks his protests. Amidst the confusion and uproar, Jack has already dived out of the ring and snatched the TV Title from Iris Yoon.
Iris: The winner and NEW Fallout TV Champion… ‘Jack of all Trades’ Jack JEFFERSON!!
The boos are deafening as Jefferson quickly makes his way up the ramp, clutching his new title.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Dec 14, 2006 7:47:30 GMT -5
Match: Angelo Giovanni vs The Cremator (Credit: Yoko)
Iris enters the ring to prepare us for the final match of the evening.
Iris: Introducing first, from Death Valley, the Cremator!
Funeral music begins to play as The Cremator slowly makes his way to the ring. One thing is on his mind right now. Beating Angelo and hopefully getting a shot at the world title, to lure back The Reaper.
Iris: And his opponent, Angelo Giovanni!
Citizen Erased begins to play as we see Angelo peak out from the curtain. He’s no coward, he’d just rather not be in this match. He holds his chin up high and marches out. It could be worse. He’s been in much tighter spots in the past, with tree trimmers involved. Angelo enters the ring.
Bell Rings
Angelo approaches with caution. He isn’t quite sure what will move this man and what won’t. Cremator isn’t making any advances, so Angelo decides to test the waters. He throws a single punch that catches Cremator right in the face. Cremator shakes it off instantly. Angelo gulps and throws another, and another, and another, wailing on him. Nothing seems to be happening to Cremator. Finally, Cremator throws a body blow into Angelo’s gut, which instantly doubles him over. Cremator then chops downward onto his back, flooring him. He jumps for a leg drop, but Angelo rolls away. He pops up before Cremator can stand, and dropkicks him in the chest, sending him flat on his back.
But Cremator sets up.
Angelo was sort of expecting something like that, and he runs into the ropes for more momentum and dropkicks him again, in the face this time, sending him back down.
But he sets back up.
Angelo runs into the ropes again, but on the way back, he finds that Cremator is already on his feet, and he runs right into his outstretched arms, landing himself in a double choke hold. With the referee preoccupied with the illegal choke, Angelo kicks forward between Cremator’s legs. The grip immediately loosens. So he IS somewhat human after all. Angelo takes that golden chance and hits a solid DDT on Cremator. He covers.
1! . . . Kickout.
Definitely not enough.
He stands up and drops a knee on Cremator’s face. He repeats. This time though, Cremator’s arm shoots up and grabs Angelo by the throat unexpectedly. He slowly gets back up while clinging to Angelo.
And then he sees him.
The Reaper is standing at the entrance ramp, watching. Cremator lifts up Angelo and chokeslams him, then immediately exits the ring and heads up the ramp. Reaper vanishes behind the curtain, and Cremator quickly follows.
Or apparently not.
He comes stumbling back through the curtain almost immediately, clearly phased by some sort of heavy blow. Reaper comes back out, but this time, none other than Angelus Kincaid is behind him, wielding a large shovel.
Cremator staggers, and Angelus runs at him, swinging the shovel at his head as he does so. Zonk, this time Cremator goes down hard. Angelus points down at him and screams something, while Reaper just stands there. He turns to leave, and Angelus follows. Cremator is out cold.
Not like it matters one way or the other, the bell has already rung and Angelo has won by countout, despite having been chokeslammed.
This monster mash of a feud seems like it’s about to get a whole lot more interesting. End of Show.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Dec 14, 2006 9:04:02 GMT -5
Very nice show! Roll on the Crossover Show!!
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