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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:16:04 GMT -5
Rage wells up inside him, and the noise coming from every direction adds to it. He looks behind him, and sees the ropes, but knows instinctively that even if he reaches them, there will be no relief to be found. He has only one way out, and with a yell of pure distilled will he wrenches his lower body free of AK’s grasp, sending the crowd off into a frenzy of cheers at the incredible comeback. AK can’t quite believe it; sensing that her opponent’s mobility must be wrecked she tries to rush him, but Ness takes a step back and puts everything into a huge back body drop that sends AK right to the edge of the ring, and her momentum makes her roll out of it.
Ness’ eyes haven’t left Skurai. AK’s assessment is correct, now he can barely hobble without wincing, but he still moves toward the referee.
Fisher: What? What on earth is Ness doing, have those head shots got to him?
Absolutely exhausted and carried to the limits of his endurance, Ness comes face to face with Skurai. The crowd senses the tension and the noise actually falls off a little at the standoff…
…And then Skurai smiles, right before smashing Ness between the eyes with a haymaker of a punch. Ness tries desperately to stay on his feet but is unable, and with what could only be described as a triumphal glint in his eye, Skurai rips off his referee’s shirt (or what there was of one to begin with) and sets about stomping viciously at Ness. The crowd is completely shocked, and even though Skurai is one of Fallout’s biggest names, booing is heard amongst the general roar as the crowd starts to realize what’s going on.
Fisher: I…I…Bardo, what in the name of Arn Anderson is happening?!
Dean Bardo shakes his head slightly at his co-commentator’s naivety).
Bardo: Don’t you see, Fisher? This match is about revenge, and the Openweight Title. It wasn’t just Daniel Ness that lost something precious at Endsong…
Fisher: You mean… Skurai… my god, that’s amazing and appalling at the same time!
Bardo: Indeed. Skurai and Ness almost ended one another’s careers that night, and Skurai’s as sharp as they come. He knew that the best way for him to satisfy his need for a vengeance was not necessarily through reclaiming the title, but by waiting for a time when Ness would be vulnerable – without the Corporate Club, and with his strength reduced to a fraction of its potential. That’s not something just anyone could achieve, either, Skurai knew that first hand. But fortunately for him, Alicia’s own desires for revenge on Fallout itself played beautifully into his hand… all he had to do was get himself into a position from which to strike and let her do the rest, without even knowing it.
Fisher’s jaw slackens at the audacity of Skurai’s plan; in the ring, Ness is valiantly trying to overcome staggering odds, but Skurai is far heavier, taller, stronger and completely fresh to the fight. He brutalizes Ness with stiff kicks and then delivers a high jump Ace Crusher; Ness’ expression glazes a little, and Skurai laughs soft and low, a chilling sound as he puts a boot on his opponent’s chest…..
The sound of the crowd is always worth listening to, and their roar now is not lost on Skurai, who glances almost casually over his shoulder before turning around. AK is on the apron, with her back to the entranceway; she looks at Ness, and then at Skurai. Skurai smirks, and jerks his head upwards slightly toward the arena entrance. The message is clear, AK has the Ninja Lord’s “gracious permission” to depart…
AK looks at Skurai, and smiles back as she puts a foot through the ropes. California’s almost certainly getting this loud and clear now as the audience goes completely nuts; Skurai isn’t about to give anyone second chances, and rushes at her so that AK has to dive and roll through the ropes to avoid getting clotheslined into the middle of next week. Turning on a dime Skurai storms back, and the crowd is treated to a spectacular matching of reflexes as AK and Skurai try to kick seven bells out of one another, ducking and twisting and flipping at breakneck speed, jumping side to side right over Ness who is still on the mat. All the vibration brings Ness to his senses, and he rolls out of the ring as the pitched battle continues; AK has all the spirit in the world, but like Ness she’s close to exhaustion, and Skurai’s eyes light up again as he penetrates her defenses and elevates her into the Death Valley Bomb.
Disorientated and tired, Ness staggers to his feet and is stumbling toward the entrance way when he hears the crash of impact to a ring that’s already taken a huge amount of punishment, and glances back. The crowd is still yelling, and Skurai is now firmly in the driving seat; with a point to prove and a very old score to settle permanently, he drags AK toward the corner and then starts to prepare for the 500 channels to the outside. Ness turns away, he’s in no state to fight on… and yet he instinctively knows that if he backs down and runs, now, Skurai will always hold a mental edge over him…
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:16:36 GMT -5
AK struggles as Skurai readies for the execution of the move, but can only delay him slightly. Skurai seems amused… but the tiny pause is enough for Ness to get up on the apron and whack Skurai in the face with a swinging elbow. AK drops down to the outside mats as Ness re-enters the ring; Skurai is starting to lose his sense of humor and he batters Ness mercilessly until Ness hits a desperation kick to the groin. Skurai staggers back, Ness does the same from sheer fatigue as the crowd wills him on, firmly behind him at last-
And then without warning there is a thunk! as a steel chair lands in front of Ness, seemingly mana from heaven. Ness grabs the unfolded chair and chucks it at Skurai; Skurai blocks it with one hand, but still takes a glancing blow. At once, another chair, also unfolded, sails into the ring, and Ness looks to his left…
Fallout is about to redefine audience participation; using her legendary sense of balance, AK is up on the guardrail and shouting at the fans to lend her their ears, their hearts, and their seating arrangements. The section of fans embraces her call and a stream of chairs is established, the fans throwing them to AK who tosses them to Ness.
Crowd: CHAIR RIOT!!!!!
Ness hurls chair after chair at Skurai, who fends them off as best he can until one gets through and smacks him in the face.
Fisher: …….I don’t quite believe what I’m seeing here….
Skurai drops and rolls to another side of the ring, but AK has an answer for that too and runs around on top of the guardrail to the corresponding opposite section of the audience, and the conveyor restarts accompanied by a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant. Ness keeps throwing chairs, Skurai keeps moving, until within about 90 seconds a barricade of fallen chairs has formed around all four sides of the ring. With their space vastly constrained, Skurai can’t build speed up and Ness ducks under his punch, grabs a chair that has folded up on impact and smashes Skurai at point blank range with it. Skurai flails, but even as a wound opens on his head he lunges at Ness and nails his front spinebuster. With anger scarred into his face, Skurai moves to lock in the Suffering…
…but Ness rolls over and somehow nips to his feet, and the crowd loses it as Ness performs the Sheer FinNESS. Bleeding and now rapidly losing his advantage, Skurai kips up and hurls Ness into the corner, narrowly missing skewering him on one of the many protruding chair legs; Ness slams into the corner and Skurai rushes him with a midnight black look, going for the Lobotomiser…
… and is met instead by AK who gets extra height jumping from the apron to Ness’ shoulders, and into a stunning corkscrewing kick that drops Skurai at once. The roof almost comes off from the roar that goes up, and Ness and AK look at one another as AK finds her feet. They give each other a quick nod.
Ness grabs Skurai under the arms and drags him back to the corner as AK kicks away some of the chairs to create a bigger space in front of it. She then helps Ness as they pull Skurai up on to the turnbuckle; the crowd knows something huge is coming, but Skurai is not finished, and he blazes into life at the top to spark a thrilling three way brawl. It looks like any or all of them could fall at any time, and as Skurai scores a critical hit AK wavers and seems to lose balance. Skurai lashes out with a mighty kick…
…but he misses AK by millimeters, and now with defenses wide open, AK and Ness (facing into the ring) each take hold of Skurai on one side, and jump together off from the post and top rope. They invert the Ninja Lord in mid air, combining their remaining strength to do what neither could achieve alone… and spike Skurai, head first, into the mat.
Fisher: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH mercy! Did you see that, Dean, Did you?!
Bardo: Of course I saw it, I’m not blind.
Fisher just puts a hand to his head at Bardo’s reaction, or rather lack of it; in the ring, Skurai is limp and finally incapable of posing any further threat. AK and Ness both sit on the mat for a few seconds, listening to the crowd and admiring their impromptu remodelling work.
Slowly they get up; head referee Jacob Jones is coming to the ring now that it’s safe to do so, and he walks over to Fisher and Bardo’s table to speak in Fisher’s ear. The bell rings as he does so.
Fisher: Ladies and gentlemen, head referee Jacob Jones has informed me that the official result of this match is a no contest….
Bardo:…but I think we can unofficially call it an honourable draw.
Bardo’s not wrong; in the ring, AK quietly offers Ness a handshake, and after a short pause, Ness accepts it to a loud ovation from the crowd. Jones insists that EMTs examine both of them once they get to the back, and AK takes a step back, to let Ness enjoy the plaudits of his home fans. Then, they both leave the arena together, if not side by side then at a mutually respectful distance.
Crewmembers are scrambled from the back to sort out the chair mess and get everyone seated again before the night’s big finish. It’ll have to be some kind of special to top the rest of the evening, but somehow the fans know that on Fallout, anything is possible…
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:17:06 GMT -5
Segment: Training Days Suck.
(Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Everyman is seen running the show in the Dwight Gym, while “Violent” Violet Cyrilla is training in the middle of the ring.
Everyman: Now, you’re supposed to hook the arm, sweep the outside leg back, pull down on the neck…and no, you’re not supposed to punch the opponent in the face!
Violet: It works. So why shouldn’t I keep doing it? Last I checked, I had the belt around here, and better things to do elsewhere, this sucks, I’m tired, and I’m going to take off.
Everyman: *Sigh* She’s hopeless.
Just as Violet reaches the door, a familiar voice rings out from the opening to the film room.
??: Ha! You can’t wrestle, and I’m gonna beat you because of that one day!
Violet: The hell? You’re that vampire chick, right?
Mina: Ya! And you’re Little Miss Rawk and Roll, ain’t ya?
Violet: What’s it to you?
Mina: You know that you barely beat me. And I’m just learning and paying my dues at this point.
Violet: So? I won, that’s all that matters, Biff pays me, and I keep going.
Mina: So? So you’re going to get torn apart the next time some woman takes you to the mat. You’re powerful, but you can’t wrestle worth a damn. You need to change that, or I’m gonna laugh at you when you come back here.
Violet: I don’t need this. And if you say another word, I’ll knock that big mouth of yours closed.
Violet heads out, slamming the door behind her, shaking her head, while Mina barely is able to contain a giggle.
Mina: Ha, you can’t wrestle…and one of these days, I’m gonna take full advantage of that, oh yeah, I will…
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:17:38 GMT -5
INTERUPTION
[Suddenly the Alphatron turns to static and then Bob appears leaning against a wall munching on an Oreo. He is wearing a red, white and blue jump suit. The fans remember his actions at Winter Discontent give a cheer.]
Bob: Hello Ginger. You’re probably wondering how this video is up. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Biff are freaking out in the press box trying to figure out how I am on the screen. But you won’t figure it out.
[Bob stands straight and pops his neck side to side.]
Bob: Now I know I have been gone for over two years. So I should probably introduce myself to those who don’t know me. They Call me Bob “The Swerve” Di`Las. I’m a former Entertainment, Light Heavyweight, and Tag Team Champion. Now why call myself ‘The Swerve?’ I call myself that, because you can never expect what I’ll do next. Not even the Insiders know what I’m going to do next. I’m unpredictable!
[Bob gives everyone a cocky smile.]
Bob: Now the one thing that I do that is ALWAYS predictable is… entertain. That’s right! I really suggest you look at some of my old promos I pulled back in the day. The Swerve and funny segments went hand in hand. Hell, I once filmed a date I had with Yoko!
[Bob throws some kicks into the air. He takes a deep breath and smiles]
Bob: Now not many would be able to question my charisma in the ring, but my skills where easily questioned. I was easily athletic enough to hold my own, but skill wise I needed some help. But don’t worry I have been training for the past year for this moment. I am so much more now then just a ‘break dancing wrestler.’ Now Ginger, this is the last show for either ACW or Fallout. You won’t return my calls, so I’m coming to you. I will be picking up my contract on the first ACW show of the New Year. I expect it to be ready.
[the screen quickly goes to back to static]
(Credit, of course, goes to Bob)
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:19:25 GMT -5
Match #5: Fallout vs. ACW Match
Fallout Mystery Wrestler vs. ACW Mystery Wrestler
(Credit: ??/??)
R.J. Fisher: Welcome back to Fallout Crossover, and this is your main event of the evening! Ok, you fans out there might be wondering why our main event has not even announced the competitors yet. I have no better idea who they are than you do, but I do know this, Biff Taylor AND Chairman Gingerdude have promised that this match will certainly belong in the main event of this show, and will provide a Pay Per View quality matchup. Take that for what it's worth, but when those two can agree on something, then I think they might be onto something!
Dean Bardo: I just hope that this is not going to be some over-hyped, so-called "dream match," or introduce some horrid, washed up type to Fallout, like Biff has been known to do in the past, take, for example, the Forces of Greatness, who now do nothing but sit around all day, since Biff felt they were not worth putting on television.
Fisher: Come on, now, they may not have deserved all that hype, but the two did deliver when they showed up, winning the tag titles and all, their main fault was getting in Biff's way at the wrong time! I'm giving our Chairman the benefit of the doubt here, I think he'll produce.
Just before the match begins, the ACW ring announcer, Phillip Jones walks inside the ring, standing next to Fallout’s Iris Yoon. He hold in his hands two white envelopes that as everyone can guess, holds the identity of both mystery competitors.
Fisher: I can hardly wait to find out who this is going to be! I'm getting goosebumps just thinking of the possible matches!
Bardo: Fisher, you have the patience of a fruit fly.
Phillips opens up the envelope marked “Fallout” and takes a few moments to read the name, and nearly drops the card in surprise before handing the card to Iris. She takes a look at the card herself, gasps, then places the microphone to her mouth as she announces the first competitor….
Iris: Alright, all you people, this main event competition is a Fallout vs. ACW mystery match up! Introducing first…
A very familiar theme begins playing over the PA system, as the entire audience rises to their feet in a burst of surprise.
Fisher: No, it can’t be! That's Eye of the Tiger!
Iris: Announcing the first competitor, and the latest acquisition for our show Fallout….he weighs in at 195 lbs…and stands at 5’11,” hailing from Washington DC,…….Senator Steeeeve Phiiiiiiliiiips!!!!
Bardo: A welcome addition to the roster, if I do say so myself.
Fisher: You have to be kidding me, this is insane! Senator Steve Phillips is here on Fallout! What could Biff Taylor had done to have secured his contract? This changes the face of the organization forever!
Phillip: And his opponent from Alpha Championship Wrestling……
Phillip opens up the second envelope….but before he can read the lights suddenly turn out. Everyone wonders what is going on and even Phillip lets out a loud “What the F-“ *bleep* over the microphone on accident. A light emits from the Alphatron and the timer that has been showing up appears once again. This time the countdown is nearest it’s end finally. As the seconds count down to the final moments, everyone around the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium slowly mouths the numbers…..
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Silence encompasses the arena as everyone wonders and waits to find out who is this mystery person. Names of old and new run through their mind until they finally hear one sound…..
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:20:38 GMT -5
oOooOoOoOoOooOoOoOOoOoOoOooO……..LAAA-TIIIIIINNNNNO!!!
Fisher: Oh no, they didn’t! You can mark this down as an instant classic even before the bell rings!
Bardo: Victor Laureano is a fine representative for ACW to send to our main event, to say the least.
The familiar beats of War’s "Lowrider" start to play as the fans all stand up. Many are unsure what to think of this situation as some are happy and some are of course not happy due to Latino’s past relationship with the fans and of course ACW. He walks through the curtains after months of missing in action. Latino doesn’t acknowledge the crowd though as he stares down at his enemy/common friend throughout all these years. A few fans stretch their arms out as they try to touch the ACW veteran. Latino jumps on the apron and quickly slides inside the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle, intensely slaps his chest like a mad man and the crowd offers him in return a slight pop, despite the fact that he represents the rival federation, ACW. Latino jumps back down inside the ring and gives himself a little stretch just before the bell rings.
* The Bell Rings *
Fisher: So, Dean, any predictions or analysis that you’d like to grace us with?
Bardo: Yes. On one hand, both of these men are older from the time of their last confrontation, and in the case of Phillips, likely out of training. Laureano might be rested up somewhat, but he still has many past injuries that weigh on him. Both will have ring rust. In their last high profile competition, well, you know what happened there. Expect both of them to put out one hundred percent. As for strengths, Laureano needs to stick to a standup game, and use his agility as much as possible. Constant movement is the key for him. For Phillips, he needs to corner his opponent, and keep him on the mat as much as possible.
Fisher: Nicely stated, and here we go!
The fans are still buzzing as Latino and Senator stand in the ring. Both men look around the ring and all that runs through one another's head are just memories of their last battle. Both men have gone through many changes and events leading up to this point. Both men's styles have changed since then but the one thing that has stayed the same has been each other's competitive edge. Latino starts his ceremonious tip toe around the ring and Senator follows along. They each extend an arm and give one another a quick handshake. Latino waits a few seconds as he wonders when Senator will make the first move, but gets impatient. He lunges forward and Senator does the same as the duo locks up in a middle of the ring grapple. Latino pushes forward but Senator pushes back with an equal amount of strength. Senator grabs Latino by his arm and with a sharp swing, hammer throws him into the ropes. Referee Jacob Jones jumps out the way of these two men as he definitely does not want to take the dreaded Ref Bump.
Fisher: I know that Taylor placed Jacob Jones as the top Fallout referee for a reason, he's smart, quick, and can call a match like few others!
Bardo: All I have to say to that is that for Jones's sake, perhaps it's a good thing that Scott Andrews didn't show up here for his match.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:21:03 GMT -5
Laureano bounces off and quickly Senator drops down on the mat as he allows Latino to jump over him. Senator quickly rolls to the side and then is back on his feet in the next few moments. Latino bounces off the ropes again but he's stopped short but a low dropkick to his knee brought to him by his opponent. Latino stumbles against the ring mat and Phillips is quick to move. He maneuvers around Latino and immediately locks on an overhead armbar. Senator applies the pressure like a pro but Latino doesn't allow for Senator to keep this hold long. He starts moving his legs as if he's trying to walk lying down against the ring. He moves in a circle while Senator tries to keep the submission applied.
Bardo: This submission is not so much intended to cause damage, or to slow the pace, as it is to judge his opponent, and see just how sharp he is at this point in time.
Latino uses his other free arm as he throws a punch at Senator's forehead. He does so again and again until finally the submission is removed. This time, instead of going for another submission, Phillips takes a quick step back. Latino demonstrates his agility, rolling off to the side, now grabbing his arm, still feeling the effects of the hold. He shakes his arm a bit to get rid of any of the soreness. The Fallout Fanatics in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium continue to cheer for the Senator. With a barely concealed look of pleasure, he gives them a slight nod and then returns his attention back to Latino as he gets back to his feet. This time, though, it's Latino's turn to take the lead. He rushes forward and slams Senator across the face with a flying dropkick. Latino rolls against the mat, jumps up, and hits him with another dropkick, this time to the front of the kneecap. The Senator drops down to a single knee as Latino runs to the corner nearest him. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a double axe handle smash to the back of Phillip's head. This time, the Senator goes down against the mat and Latino runs up to the ropes. Laureano bounces off the ropes, and just as Senator gets back to one knee, Latino jumps up and springs off, going for a hurricanrana. The Senator's ring sense is as fine as ever before, allowing him to make a wise decision and duck. He hears his opponent tumble against the ring mat and quickly the Senator gets back to his feet. He gets back to back on Latino and the two men lock arms. Senator pulls him back and pins down Latino's shoulders for a backslide pin. Jacobs quickly slides down against the mat as he makes the count....
....ONE
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.........THRE- the fans let out a big pop and Senator looks around with a surprised look. Jacobs himself as to think for a few moments but then makes the call that the pin was indeed broken at the last possible microsecond.
Bardo: Phillips has won many matches with that simple backslide pin, it's as finely executed as any of his moves, and it shows that Laureano is on the top of his game, to have avoided the three count.
Latino rolls off of his opponent’s back and quickly makes a move for the ropes. He pulls himself up and as Senator gets close, he doesn’t hesitate to give him a stiff elbow jab to the face. Latino waits a few moments as Senator stumbles back, grabbing his face. Once he’s far enough back Latino grabs the top rope and jumps onto the middle rope. He springboards backwards with another elbow smash to the head. Both men slam into the ring mat and Latino quickly pops back up with a rush full of adrenaline. He slaps his chest with his right hand multiple times as a small margin of the crowd responds in a pop. Latino looks around with a surprise but then shrugs his shoulders as he grabs a hold of Senator and throws a strong punch to the face. He then mounts on him and starts grinding his elbow against the Senator’s face.
Fisher: That's just brutal! Simple, but brutal nevertheless!
Latino looks around with a smirk as he stands himself as well as his opponent back onto one another's feet. Latino throws a few punches against his opponent and then whips him across the ring directly into the ropes. Latino runs the opposite way and just as both men meet in the middle, Laureano jumps up for another hurricanrana. His ankles lock and send the Senator flying across the ring. Senator slams into the ring mat and slides underneath the ropes from the built-up momentum. As Senator slides out, he grabs the bottom rope and smartly keeps himself on the ring apron. The Senatorial man pulls himself up but before he can think twice, Latino sends him flying off and into the guardrail with a textbook superkick, shades of Fallen Heroes '06. Latino rolls backwards on the mat and is back on his feet within mere seconds. He does a run in a circle around the ring and bursts with speed towards his opponent. Latino jumps up over the top rope. He spins 360 degrees and then comes down at Senator with a diving Plancha. The Coqui's Flight connects as both men slam into the largely unforgiving outside mats.
Fisher: Whatamove! Latino can fly like few others when he takes to the air!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:21:21 GMT -5
A small amount of fans let out a big cheer as the Alphatron show various replays of the last few moments. Jacobs starts counting from inside the ring as both men are laid out. Latino first starts moving while his right hand by sheer habit harshy grabs the Senator by his short black hair. Laureano drags him up to his feet with a yank, going for another Irish whip but Senator smacks him across the chest with a harsh knife-edge chop. The smack echoes throughout the arena as Latino leans back. He feels the sting again and again and again as Senator unleashes a horde of them on his opponent. The majority of the fans let out a big cheer as Latino lets out a large amount of Spanish obscenities. Senator goes for another series of strikes, this time of the middle kick persuasion, and Latino quickly jumps back. He dodges another and then one finally as Latino dives underneath the ropes and back into the ring. Latino gets up to his knees as the Senator grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up on the apron. Senator Phillips steps between the ropes as he enters and Latino stands himself fully up. He looks around the arena and instantly starts smirking at his stroke of "genius."
Bardo: Typical ACW arrogance, smart money states that this will not be a good move for Laureano, he's wasting time, and that never leads to good things.
He starts doing a little shimmy of his shoulders in a taunt to the crowd, but suddenly Senator grabs him from behind. He takes a firm grasp and lifts Latino up with a rolling low angle German Suplex. Phillps does not break the hold though, as he lifts Latino back up to his feet, transitioning from the rear waistlock to a side position. Before his opponent can react, the Senator lifts him up into the air once again and slams him right back down into the ring mat with a rapid backdrop suplex. The Senator can feel the rush as the fans are going wild in their seats. The vibrations from them are enough to tear down a house as he stands back up. Latino does the same in utter exhaustion. He doesn't have the chance to turn around due to Senator locking on a Full Nelson. Phillips locks the hold and then quickly transitions into a bulldog that connects and correctly finishes off the Senatorial Series. Latino bounces against the mat and he rolls off to the side. Senator rolls the opposite and both men slowly stand up. It's clear this match is just starting to take a real toll on both men. The Senator stretches on the ropes for a moment, then, without the slightest warning, lunges forward with a classic Washington Lariat which Latino deftly manages to duck at the last possible moment, sending Phillips flying past him, and with a quick burst of energy pulls the Switchblade Cut out of nowhere! He snaps the Senator straight down and just as that sudden burst of energy showed up, it seems it went away just as fast. Both men can barely move as Jacobs looks at both of them. The Fallout head referee waits a few moments, and starts counting away....
...1
...2
Fisher: That Switchblade Cut knocked both men down for the count, and referee Jacob Jones is counting away! For the sake of the fans, and of the competitors, and for the sake of this match, I hope he doesn't reach that ten count!
...4
...5
...Latino slaps the mat, and starts to pull himself to his feet first, obviously not letting his own move keep him down for too long...
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:22:06 GMT -5
...7
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...Phillips slowly rises up, holding his jaw, and the ten count is aborted. Latino does not give his opponent a moment of rest afterwards, though, charging in, and violently snap suplexing his opponent back down to the mat. Laureano floats over, not into a pin, but a forearm choke, further draining the vitality from the Senator. The move, though, turns out to be a big mistake, as Phillips wristlocks the arm off his throat, carefully rising, and placing Latino into a cut-throat stranglehold, using his opponent's own arm to strangle him from a standing position. The Senator then smoothly transitions to the front, keeping the arm in a strangling position, while ducking under the other arm, lifting Latino into the air, and drives him into the mat with the Stranglehold Brainbuster! Phillips flops over into a weak cover...
...1
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...Latino somehow finds the strength to kick out!
Bardo: That had to be difficult, but then again, this is Victor Laureano we're talking about here, one of the most resilient ACW wrestlers in the history of their company.
Fisher: I can't believe my eyes! Then again, I didn't think I'd ever be seeing Victor "Latino" Laureano facing Senator Steve Phillips, here on Fallout, in the waning moments of 2006!
The Senator puts his opponent in a sleeper hold, pressuring Laureano down to a near seated position, then pulling Latino to his feet, transitioning into a rear facelock, and starts to lift him up into an inverted brainbuster...but Latino intentionally uses the momentum to overshoot, flipping over, and landing into an Asai-style inverted DDT. Laureano drags his opponent over near the corner, pointing to the sky.
Fisher: Latino's going for his tribute to the late, great, Eddie Guerrero, the Frog Splash!
Latino goes outside the ropes, climbs up to the top, pausing for a distinct moment, before leaping off with a beautifully executed Frog Splash.
The problem, though, is that he lands hard, not on the Senator's midsection, but rather, on solid mat, as Phillips rolls out of the way. The Senator shoots in, capitalizing on the mistake, and clamps on a prone front facelock. Latino starts to stand up in the hold, instead, Phillips sends his opponent head over heels, rolling to the side, to fully re-establish the facelock. Latino, though, is not a man to be held in any one place for long(unless it's in front of the television), and he manages to execute a blindingly fast back switch, breaking the hold, turning it into a cobra clutch of his own! Phillips tries to duck down to get out of the sudden hold he finds himself in, but that path is not available to take, as Latino heaves up and back, throwing the Senator up into the air, and sending him straight down into a La Puta Driver, hooking a leg on impact, right into the convenient cover for the pin...
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:22:29 GMT -5
...Phillips kicks out, rolling out of the ring in the process. Laureano does not allow his rival to get any sort of a respite on the outside, dashing off the opposite ropes, and flying through the near ones with his suicide cross body, the Pitbull's Pounce...but the Senator ducks the flying Latino, who goes flying into the crowd with a big crash, wiping out the first three rows in the general vicinity. Phillips amusedly shakes his head, even chuckling for a split second, before suplexing the rather confused Laureano back over the guardrail onto the mat, twisting the move to an angle, avoiding an ugly impact with the ring apron. Phillips then tries to stand back up, but Latino holds on, staying in the position to execute a vertical suplex of his own, and does so. Referee Jacob Jones would usually start the twenty count at this point, but knows better than to halt a match such as this. Back on the floor, Latino tries to stand up this time, but this time, it's Phillips who doesn't let go, and keeps Laureano in the facelock, and now hits a sheer drop brainbuster on the outside!
Fisher: Woah, Nelly, this is just getting insane! Just when Latino though he had executed an excellent counter, and could get into the ring, he got dropped right on his head!
Latino, though, doesn't even wait for his opponent to try to stand up, and seems unaffected by the impact of his head upon the concrete, rolling over, standing up, and promptly brainbustering Steve Phillips onto the cold, hard floor! The Senator, though, is not about to let his rival out stage him, not on this grand return to the ring, and gets up, keeping his facelock hooked in, backing over towards the announcers' table...
Bardo: Oh great, we're going to have to move...
Fisher: No, no, no! He's going to demolish our announcers' table! This shouldn't happen, it's not a Hunter match!
Yes, Phillips then braces himself, before he hits a vertical suplex on Laureano once again, putting him through the announcers' table with a mighty crash, this time. Amazingly, though, Latino doesn't even seem to notice the damage done to his body, standing up, and hitting a snap suplex of his own, twisting his hips on impact, standing up, and hitting a second, this one on the remnants of the table, the Senator yelling out as he lands on the irregular surface.
Fisher: Could there be a third suplex?
R.J. Fisher is right in asking, as Latino has a tough time getting off one last suplex, with the Senator blocking the attempt with his leg, and going for one last one, himself. Latino, though, is able to counter this in midair, sliding out of the vertical suplex attempt. Latino's counter puts him in a good position, landing behind his opponent, then quickly hitting an atomic drop, linking that right into a backdrop suplex onto the mat. Latino takes a moment to regain some much needed stamina before hopping up onto the apron, walking over to the turnbuckle post, then climbing then onto the top rope, a fierce look of determination on his face. The crowd holds their collective breath, realizing that something equally spectacular and risky is about to take place.
Bardo: Laureano is about to demonstrate again why he does not care about preserving his body for a life after wrestling.
Latino pauses for a moment, perhaps re-thinking his course of action, and that's enough for Phillips to start to obtain a weak footing, but not enough for him to avoid the blindingly fast execution of the Drunk's Stumble corkscrew moonsault, Latino's shins connecting with the left shoulder of his rival on impact, sending him crashing back into the guardrail, wiping both men out in the process. Jacob Jones slides out of the ring, checking on both competitors, clearly concerned that they might not be able to continue, or perhaps, should be allowed to continue. After a few tense moments, Jones gives a quick thumbs up sign to the back, and gets back into the ring. It takes the two competitors a good deal longer to recover, the accumulated damage from the last few minutes of the match finally catching up a bit. However, when they do, it's with another burst of action, with the Senator sending a quick series of chops into his opponent's chest, and Latino answering back with a few sharp jabs. Laureano finally gets back into the ring, with Fallout's latest acquisition not too far behind.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
Bardo: About time. I don't mind a bit of fighting on the outside, but a wrestling match is supposed to take place in the ring. That's what it's there for.
Fisher: I'd just like to have a table again!
Latino tries to catch his opponent off guard with a toe kick as he gets into the ring, but Phillips catches the leg, instead of going for the customary Dragon Screw, he instead lashes out with a low kick to the other leg, connecting solidly with the hamstring, dropping Laureano to the mat. The Senator holds onto the left leg, lifting up as high as he can, nearly standing his opponent on his head, then turning him slowly and surely over into the classic Tax Cut elevated half crab.
Bardo: The Senator knows that he can not, and will not beat Laureano in a stand up brawl, and that Laureano can not and will not beat him on the mat. It's as clear cut of a clash of strategies as you're going to find at this level. This classic move from Phillips's arsenal perfectly advances his own strategy.
Phillips wrenches back on the Tax Cut, stepping on Latino's head in the process, leaning further and further back, bending his opponent's back like a bow, stretching him out as far as the hold would make possible. Laureano tries to turn back over, reaching up, and getting the foot off from over his head, but can not get out of the half crab. He continues to struggle, however, the elevation of the hold makes crawling to the ropes near impossible, while the carefully controlled pressure of the submission keeps him from wriggling out, or turning it over. At the same time, Latino is not a man to simply give up, or to weakly allow himself to pass out from pain, putting the match at a stalemate. The strength exerted to continue the hold starts to wear on Phillips, and he realizes that he must either take a drastic action to put the match to an abrupt end or to risk dragging it out. Phillips seems to measure out the options in his mind, finally, he steels his expression, quickly turning into the inside, hooking Latino's other leg, pulling it up onto his shoulder...
Bardo: Oh, no, not this...
Fisher: What?
The Senator braces himself, a few of the more knowledgeable fans in the audience in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium recognizing the setup for something that could quite potentially end more than just the match.
Bardo: He's going for perhaps the most infamous move in ACW history, the Nuc...
Fisher: The Nuclear Option! No, he can't!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:23:05 GMT -5
The Senator pulls down on Latino's shins, stepping back over one, and then the other arm, fully locking in the first stage of the Nuclear Option! Phillips leans down, bringing his feet ever-so-slightly forwards, wrenching Laureano's entire body in the torturous submission. Latino is fully at the mercy of his opponent at this point, perhaps remembering Omega Effect '05, when the next step in the move was to thrice leap up, driving Laureano's head into the mat in an unprotected fashion, but Latino does not give up, and he does not stop trying to wedge his way out. Phillips even seems to start to lose his grip, and to preserve his advantage, he is forced to release the hold in a very controlled manner, shoving Latino's legs up, sweeping his own feet forwards, and falling back, pancaking Latino right into the mat.
Bardo: Thankfully, he took Option One, instead of perhaps crippling Laureano, he only sent him into the mat face first, and might have broken some of his opponent's ribs with that variation. Still better than ending the man's career.
The Senator turns his opponent over, covering for the pin...
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...Latino kicks out of the Nuclear Option! Many would have lost their concentration with a burst of frustration at this point, but Phillips still seems to have control of his facilities, standing up, kicking Laureano in the ribs, and dashing back off the ropes. As he returns, though, Latino somehow manages to kip up, catching the Senator by surprise, lifting him up as to deliver a powerslam, but instead holds on longer, and at a higher angle, drives his opponent's head into the mat with the Machete northern lights bomb variation, running over to the ropes, climbing up, and flying immediately off with a Frog Splash. The Senator once again sees the flying attack coming, rolling out of the way, but this time, Laureano realizes the absence of his opponent, tucking, and rolling forwards, getting back up to his feet. Phillips can not move out of the way of a front dropkick to the midsection, and a sore Latino once again, and this time, a bit awkwardly kips back up, lifting his opponent up, placing him on the top rope. Laureano climbs up slowly, taking a deep breath, before attempting a hurricanrana. Phillips shoves Latino off at the apex of his attempt, sending him flipping back to the mat, landing amazingly on his feet. Latino springs back up to the top turnbuckle, clasping his opponent in a belly to belly hold...and leaps off, suplexing the Senator over his head...but does *not* let go as he nears the mat, instead, Latino holds onto his opponent right onto the singular moment of impact, driving Phillips head first into the mat with a sort of a wicked variation on the avalanche overhead belly to belly suplex, both men practically bouncing off the mat as their bodies connect with it.
Bardo: That made ME cringe.
Fisher: I'm, I'm, I'm speechless.
Bardo: I can't even make fun of you for that, Fisher.
A good few seconds pass before Latino is able to shake the impact of the move, which he absorbed almost as much as his opponent. Laureano shakes his head on the mat, hitting himself in the side of the head to clear the cobwebs, realizing that the match is still not over. Latino manages, though to crawl over to make the cover, and when he does, Jacob Jones is not slow in getting to the count...
...ONE
...TWO
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:24:43 GMT -5
...THREE.
Iris: Your winner, Vic....
Phillip grabs the microphone from his Fallout counterpart.
Phillip: For ACW, Victor "Latino" Laureano!
Fisher: An incredible rematch, and one that I am proud to have had the honor to have called. Now, I just hope that Senator Phillips did not join Fallout only to be forced to retire once again...
Bardo: That was quite the risky move, and if Jacob Jones had decided to at that point, he could have called for the ten count. Of course, Biff would have fired him if he did that, at that point in the match. Now, we just need to wait and pray that both men can walk out of here on their own power.
The ringside crew rushes into the ring at lightspeed, immediately checking on both exhausted competitors, particularly making sure to see to it that Steve Phillips was not injured badly from the final spectacular move of the match. A few uncomfortable moments follow as they hover over the fallen politician/wrestler, the crowd unsure whether to cheer or to remain silent for the Senator's sake. Thankfully, the lead man give a thumbs up, as the rest apply ice and help Laureano to his feet, receiving to a standing ovation from the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium. The camera shot shifts to the skybox, where even Biff and Ginger are seen to applaud the match. Referee Jacob Jones raises a weary Latino's hand in the air, while Phillips remains on the mat, holding the back of his head. Latino notices this, and as tired as he is, he still has enough energy to walk over, step by step, with an unreadable blank look on his face, and stare menacingly down at his fallen foe.
Fisher: Oh, no, that's not what we want to see, not after such a brilliant match, not after earning the respect of this somewhat hostile Fallout audience, not another needless, blatant show of disrespect from Latino!
Bardo: Wait, Fisher.
Latino looks down, standing over his longtime rival, the ringside crew braced to prevent further hostilities from breaking out. Laureano leans further down, with clenched fists...and extends a hand to Phillips, helping him back onto his feet, and raises his arm briefly to the crowd, before helping him to a corner to lean against, before going back to celebrate the win in the middle of the ring.
Suddenly...
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:25:52 GMT -5
“I’m A Bomb” plays, as Alicia Kitsune returns to the ring, a bit worn from earlier, but at the same time, she does so with a great deal more genuine respect from the Fallout Fanatics. AK steps through the ropes, embracing her husband, Latino, as Phillips stares up at the bright lights in the corner, obviously not quite with things, after being spiked on his head.
Alicia: Congratulations, I just felt that I had to come out here, It just feels like I’ve not supported you as of late like I should have. Things have just been so hectic and…
Latino: Mami, you know I appreciate it. I always do!
The two embrace again, with the audience approving. Phillips for his part, looks down, as the crowd cheers again, and finally notices the newcomer to the ring. As out of it as he is, he is able to stumble over to the middle of the ring, his political instincts kicking back in as he shakes both Latino and Alicia’s hands, a big smile on his face.
Three old friends stand together in the middle of the ring, and it seems that the year closes out on a good note for ACW and Fallout, on a moment of goodwill and remembrance of old times.
Fade Out, End of Show, END OF YEAR.
(but do wait one moment…)
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:26:39 GMT -5
A Closing Statement(OOC)
I would just like to take this final moment of Crossover to thank my wonderful Fallout crew for not only obliging to keep the show going, but for making it something else altogether.
Wyvern, Dan, and Yoko all get credit for their parts putting the show together for Fallout in its various forms. I was glad to do this show, but I doubt I could ever do this on a regular basis, I’d go nuts, and I’d lose all my writers within a month, with my dictatorial commands.
The idea people, Shawn, Heeetman(come back soon), FSX, and everyone else get a great deal of credit. Shawn and Yoko MADE the womans’ division.
Curtis and Jefferson for deciding to have their great feud on Fallout, giving us some great stuff to peruse.
Stark, for contributing the cosmic enigma that is OLYMPIA to Fallout.
Hunter for always doing predictions, when nobody else would!
AK, BK, and Latino for taking matches at the very last moment, and stealing the show with them when they did so.
The rest of ACW for largely putting up with my Fallout markdom. (Yes, FalloutRules from Kayfabe Corner is at times very much a self parody…)
I’m sure there are many others that I haven’t mentioned, but if you’ve helped with Fallout, or even followed it, I appreciate your efforts 100 fold.(and I posted this, so I can edit your name in if you feel that I must) Have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year, ACW.
Senator Steve Phillips
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