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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 14, 2007 2:58:31 GMT -5
Dark MatchesMatch #1 The Brothers Grimm vs. Random Dave and Libertines FinkThe new team for the Dwight Gym were able to show off their offence on a less than 100% Libertines, and the never was, Random Dave. Fink was easily taken out of competition early on with a deadly double charging corner facewash kick combination, leaving the hapless Dave to fend off two determined and aggressive opponents. A buzzsaw kick from Daemyn and a hammerlock backdrop suplex from Deacon left him stunned, and ready for the Ides of March from Daemyn, his diving double knee press to the back of Dave, with Deacon covering for a very easy three count. Match #2 Fallout Tag Titles: The Drinkin Boys vs. The Southern SmashersIn a customary "padded" first defense, the Drinkins took on the self proclaimed "Pride of the South," Rich Richardson, and Evan Dixon(not related to Mason, by the way). Richardson started off the match against Afternoon, but was completely unable to overcome the size differential. Despite hitting a few nice double teams, such as a double dropkick, and stereo DDTs, the Smashers failed to win, due to the winning combination of Ben’s moonsault off Afternoon’s shoulders, onto Dixon for the three count. Match #3: Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint vs. "The Marxist" Joseph HarpoAs if it were not obvious enough that Fallout Management(mainly, the esteemed Commissioner) has been shooting to turn Mint into a face, due to recent crowd reactions towards the former ACW World champion, they bring in one of the most despised heels on the independent circuit. Mint, of course, only ratcheted his own heel factor up to a new level to compensate, and dumped a full giant size soda over the head of a kid in the audience during his entrance. The match was hard fought, with Harpo's aggressive brawling style managing to keep Mint more than occupied. Mint seemed to be in big trouble when Harpo got out his golden sickle weapon from under the ring(how it got there, nobody quite knows), but fortunately, the referee managed to keep it out of play, catching Harpo at the last second before he tried to apply it to Pay Day's forehead. As the referee deposited the potentially dangerous weapon on the outside, Mint blatantly kicked Harpo below the belt, and cradled him with his Pocket Change ground cobra twist/abdominal stretch pin, getting the cheap pinfall for the win, to a big unwanted cheer from the crowd. Waiting for you late writers.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:41:51 GMT -5
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Match #1: Rayne Iwashita Debut Match: Rayne Iwashita vs. Alexis Bijoux
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Match #2: Marcus Curtis vs. Demolisher Hugh Daniels
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Match #3: Ten-Ka, the Jungle Queen and Lilly Rouge vs. Tonya "Tigress" Montana and Iris Yoon
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Match #4: Amori Aya Debut Match: Amori Aya vs. Mocha Rosport
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Match #5: Fallout Television Title: Jack Jefferson vs. Damien King (Jefferson?)
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Match #6: The Texan Trio(Stan H. Johnston, Outlaw Jack Connor, and Duke Cogburn) vs. The Royles and "X"
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Main Event: Anthony Kalb w/Senator Steve Phillips vs. "X"
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This is a Halberd II Production…
Fallout returns from winter break starting now!
It would have been a few days ago, blame a certain Welshman.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:42:13 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype and a Big Change (Credit: Senator)
Fallout's back, and the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium is packed up to standing room only, as the show returns to the air! Iris Yoon is seen in the ring as things start off, and the fans are yelling their heads off in anticipation for the show to formally begin.
Iris: It's time for the Fastest Hour on Television, once again! And let it be my pleasure to announce the Comissioner of Fallout, Mr. Biff Taaaaaaaylor!
The man once known as Cruiser Taylor makes his way down to the ring, with a bandage on his head from his New Years Eve adventure(read Kayfabe Corner for details), and a spring in his step. Biff takes the mike from his ring announcer, and removes his sunglasses as he faces the crowd.
Biff Taylor: Awww yeah! It's great to be back in business, here on the best show on televison today! Just back from one last time in the ring with my old buddies, but right here, this is my home, my turf, and this is where the real warriors reign! Now then, we got a show that's about as jam packed as this here gym is! We got two big debuts in the ring, Amori Aya and Rayne Iwashita will each take on singles challenges to prove that they got what it takes here on Fallout! We got my Corporate Club wrecker, Hugh Daniels providing a big brick wall for the progress of the up and coming Marcus Curtis! We got his eternal rival, Jack Jefferson defending the TV Title against the self proclaimed top athlete on Fallout, and a former TV champ himself, Marcus Curtis! There's some fun tag action with Ten-Ka and Lilly Rouge fighting Tonya Montana and our beautiful ring announcer, Iris! The Texans are ticked off, and so are the Royles, so those guys will collide in the ring! And our main event, Anthony Kalb takes on a mystery opponent who I know will deliver the goods! Now then, that's all awesome and great, but I got one hellava big surprise for you people here tonight!
A slow drumbeat is heard over the PA system...
Biff: You see, our announce crew, they get the job done, day in and night out, but they're not perfect. I like 'em, but they're incomplete, they need some spice, they need some controversy, they need someone personally picked, they need someone who knows what it's like to hold gold, how best to convey the feeling of being in that ring...they need...
The lights go out...
And over the PA, a very familiar theme plays...Stay Together for the Kids by Blink 182.
R.J. Fisher: Oh no, not him!
Dean Bardo: Damn.
Biff: Announcing now, your new third man in the booth, my personally approved Corporate Club Announcer, he is PREDATOR!
A very cocky and still athletic looking Predator makes his way through the crowd, some people bowing to him, others trying to throw objects at him for his famously insulting comments. Pred does manage to get to the table with the help of security, and gets his headset on.
Predator: About time I got here, sorry it took so long, but my adoring public had to show their appreciation for me along the way. I can't help it if the Pred-Heads want to show their love. You two can learn a lot from me on how to call matches, by the way. I have experience in that field, and many others, too, I might add. And I'm great in all of them.
Fisher: What a...wonderful first impression.
Bardo: I'm going to shoot something. Preferably the man seated to my left.
Pred: Did my finely tuned ears pick up a harsh comment? Nah, everybody loves Predator! Fallout has entered a new golden era, and the billions of Pred-Heads, and Corporate Shareholders shall listen with cupped ears!
Fisher: I'd rather listen to a cat vomit into a bag! I apologize for our new colleague in advance...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:42:34 GMT -5
Match: Rayne Iwashita vs. Alexis Bijoux (Credit: Hitman)
As we see Alexis in the ring already, "Devil Inside" by Utada hits and Rayne Iwashita comes down to the ring.
Iris: "And the opponent, from Sapporo, Japan, she is Rayne Iwashita!"
Rayne then enters the ring and without even breaking a sweat, she takes down Alexis with a hard crossbody.
Bell rings.
Rayne takes it to Alexis using an array of stiff-looking kicks on her lighter opponent before picking her up and tossing her into the turnbuckles. She props Alexis on the top rope and tauntingly pats her on the face before running up to the second rope. Before she can attempt an arm drag, however, Alexis finds the strength to shove Rayne off the ropes and to the canvas below. Alexis thinks about a crossbody and she carries out her plans once Rayne gets to her feet. However, due to Alexis having a 40-pound disadvantage against her opponent, Rayne catches her in midair and drops her onto her knees with an inverted lungblower. Alexis' eyes nearly pop out of her head and Rayne knees her in the gut, forcing her to double over. Rayne then brings in Alexis and then sets her up for the Animato, which successfully connects for the 1-2-3.
Bell rings.
Iris: "And the winner of the match, Rayne Iwashita!"
Rayne gets her arm raised by the ref before she takes her leave and walks off to the back. Meanwhile, the referee helps Alexis to her feet and she begins to walk off.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:42:56 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan's Debut! A Heroine's Calling! Act 1 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Fred the rent-a-cop was bored. Though management paid him a paltry salary to guard the ACW arena against intruders, he rarely experienced any excitement. His most dramatic arrest was that of an eighty-year-old woman, caught selling drugs to a few young fans in the arena. Despicable, really. Can you imagine your grandmother dealing drugs? Fred certainly couldn't. He never imagined he would have the nerve to secretly steal the old lady's stash during the bustling moments of confusion as he shoved her into a police car. But he did.
Fred rarely got the opportunity to enjoy marijuana. Now, the show was starting, everyone was inside, the streets were bare, and the first itch crept up Fred's spine, knocking gently on his carnal pleasure centers until he could bear it no more. With a hasty glance to make sure no one was in the immediate vicinity, Fred produced the crinkly plastic container from his jacket and began the laborious process of rolling up a joint.
Voice: Good...eve-ening.
Poor Fred was so startled that he threw his hands up into the air, his prized drug falling helplessly to the floor. His brown eyes gazed in fear at the person who greeted him.
Fred: Who are you? State your name and business.
He relaxed somewhat as he took in her appearance. Just a small, petite Japanese girl. Probably lost or something. Judging from her clueless expression, he realized she had a hard time understanding him. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting reported.
Girl: Eh...gomen--sorrly. My...n-name, ees...Amori Aya, I-I mean...Aya Amori. New girl.
Amori Aya...Aya Amori? Oh! The new girl. Fallout talent, supposedly famous in Japan. Fred's eyes scanned her appraisingly once more. Yes, she was exceptionally beautiful. Delicate features, soft skin, brown eyes. Nice hair, too, long and silky. She dressed modestly in a white sweatshirt (though Fred could tell it was tailor made), designer jeans, and an unassuming white hat, manufactured to draw attention away from the wearer. Classic celebrity style. Like Fred, she fumbled in an inner jacket pocket, searching for something. After a few moments, she handed him her identity card.
Fred: Ah! Sorry ma'm. Everything seems to be in order. Your locker room should be right down the hall, make a left.
Aya nodded, picking up her white traveling bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Fred opened the door for her, moving politely aside.
Aya: Hai...arigato.
Before he could fully close the door shut, a small, cute puppy darted inside, too quick for the average eye to catch. Fred shook his head, though attributed the sight to his anxiety to enjoy his hedonistic pleasures uninterrupted. Who said life was so hard?
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:43:12 GMT -5
Segment: One Bad Dude (Credit: Senator)
Few people mess with Skurai. He's one bad ninja dude, weighs close to three hundred pounds, and is very quick for his size. Gary, though, is one of those privileged few who the Ninja Lord allows to hang around. Nobody quite knows how Skurai recruited the diminutive wrestler to join him, or why, for that matter. What does matter, is that sometimes, too much is too much, no matter who you are. Sometimes, an inner insanity just can't be contained for any longer....
In the locker room area, Gary is seen chattering on in front of Skurai as he stretches, with Ken Williams and Jason Daniels in the background, listening to I-Pods.
Gary: And then, I heard that Daniel Ness...
Skurai: Don't ever say that name again.
Gary: What, Daniel Ness?
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Skurai lunges out with a huge roundhouse kick, sending Gary flying into the opposite lockers. Skurai seems to have completely snapped, rushing straight after him, and laying into his former protégé with punch after punch, busting him wide open with the frenzied assault, and then throwing repeated knees into the hapless jobber's head. Williams and Daniels for their part remove their earphones, watching in both amazement and amusement.
Ken Williams: Yeah! Rock on! Beat his head in!
Jason Daniels: Uhhh, he like, busted his forehead open, and is, like, I dunno, is he stomping on Gary's nads?
Skurai in prior times would just let the goofy commentators talk on, but not in this state. Instead, he allows Gary to slump to the hard concrete surface as he whips around with frightening quickness, as he yells out to Daniels and Williams.
Skurai: You say something to me, you big headed morons? You have something to say about Daniel Ness? You want what he got?
Daniels: Uhhhhhhhhh, no.
Williams: Yeah, we're not crazy like you're acting! You're like snapping here! And who cares about that moron Ness?
Skurai: What?
Before either Dwight Gym trainee can answer, Skurai flashes across the room, knocking Daniels off his feet with a lunging hook kick, and taking Williams down with a kneeling throat thrust. As he stands over the latter, raising his leg for what looks like an axe kick, the door blasts open, with Tim Dwight, Everyman, Jeremy Wylde, Wolf, and the Southern Smashers entering the room, obviously prompted by having seen the carnage unfold on the television backstage. Before they can so much as lay a hand on the unpredictable Skurai, he leaps up, grabbing onto a ceiling pipe, vaulting out the door over their heads, and running off into the back.
Dwight: Ok, now that's a new one, never seen someone of his size manage to pull off a move like that... Oh no, Biff's not going to be happy with this...Gary looks like he got hit by a semi truck...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:43:32 GMT -5
Segment: It’s the beat that makes ya- you know the rest. (Credit: Rena)
EARLIER IN THE DAY…Before Rayne’s debut match
Rayne shuffled throughout the halls of the labyrinth that is Fallout. There weren’t as many twists, turns and corridors as ACW, but it sure had depth and a maze effect. She wasn’t too impressed with Fallout so-far, but it wasn’t for the reasons that one would expect. Her growing annoyance with fallout was directly due to Biff consistently creating ideas and reasons for her to be in Fallout during an ACW show. This would force her to follow her contract obligations, and miss another appearance and exposure in ACW. But tonight, she was finally going to shine. It was her debut match on a televised program. Millions of people would watch her perform. It was just too bad that she had to face an airhead woman. The camera moved closer as she took a seat on top of some metallic cases of some use. She rolled her head back and stretched her arms. She wasn’t dressed in her ring attire, but she decided to just sit a semi-meditate for a few seconds. Breathing calmly in and out, letting all the stress pour from her body.
Biff: Ah, Rayne.
She opened her eyes and shot her pupils against Biff.
Rayne: Yes?
Biff: Just the girl I was looking fo- Why are you not dressed?
Rayne: I will in a second, so-
Biff: I wanted to see you in my office, but seeing you out here obviously you didn’t receive that message.
Rayne: No, I didn’t.
Biff: Well as you know you have been scheduled against Alexis tonight, but I wanted to ask you something.
Rayne: And what exactly would that be, Biff?
Biff: Next Monday do you think you could come for a try-out? I’m holding try-outs for possible new superstars and I need a few people with experience. Obviously, glancing at your resume, it would be stupid of me not to ask you.
Rayne: But warfare is-
Biff: Oh, that’s right. Well, business is business. I need you, Rayne. I don’t take no for an answer.
Rayne: Well then it’ll be a first for you.
Biff: Listen to me, dear. There are times in life where we must do things to further our career. If you want your stay in Fallout to run smoothly without any wounds, I deeply suggest we do things my way.
Rayne: Well, dear, I do things a little differently. I have a scheduled appearance on warfare Monday night, and I will be there. If you don’t like it, that’s business.
Biff: Rayne-
Rayne: Biff I have missed two entire shows because you had jobs for me to do. I refuse to miss another show for your ridiculous and unproductive assignments you have me do.
Biff: Do you think that I’m scheming to keep you away from ACW?
Rayne: hmmm, well no, I can see how you honestly think that organizing your office has taught me so much about professional wrestling. Of fucking course I think that’s the reason.
Biff: Well maybe I am. I am just trying to keep my newest star from all the evils of ACW. I’ve seen so many superstars rise and fall in the blink of an eye. But here, Rayne, you can rise and stay there for as long as you ever want.
Rayne: Save the sales pitch, Biff. I’m still not interested. I just want this month and I don’t want to be here again.
Biff: Fine, have it your way.
Rayne: I refuse to have it any other way.
Biff: But know this, dear. I always get mine eventually.
Rayne: I’ll put that in my pocket and play with that idea when I’m bored.
Biff: Oh, and another thing. A lady such as you should refrain from such language. Some would question your upbringing. Good luck tonight.
Rayne: I don’t need it.
Biff: Indeed. Well in any case, I’m off.
Before Rayne could say anything Biff had excused himself from the area. Rayne looked towards the direction Biff had headed, and then proceeded to lean her body against the wall the cases were sitting up against.
(fade)
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:43:50 GMT -5
Match: Hugh Daniels vs. Marcus Curtis (Credit: Curtis/Jefferson)
The assembled crowd are in great form here tonight and are in full support of Fallout’s first televised show of the year, they let out a loud cheer when Iris Yoon climbs into the ring. A cheer which she acknowledges with a delicate wave to the crowd.
R.J. Fisher: Ladies and gentlemen we are set to open 2007 with a bang here on Fallout and what better way to open 2007 than with the return of Marcus Curtis to in-ring action, isn’t that right Dean?
Bardo: It’s going to be interesting to see how whether or not Curtis is feeling the effects of the injury he sustained at our last broadcast.
Fisher:: I’ve heard rumours that he isn’t at 100%, heck not even at 75% but he didn’t want to let down the Fallout fans who have been just great towards him.
Bardo: Indeed they have Fisher. Curtis is rapidly becoming a firm fan favourite here on Fallout.
Predator: Fan favourite my ass. If you want to see a true fan favourite look no further than yours truly. I am a God amongst men.
Iris slowly raises the microphone to her lips.
Iris: Ladies and gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall….introducing first…from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing in at 240lbs…”The Demolisher” Hugh Daniels!!!
‘Janie’s got a gun’ by Aerosmith plays and Hugh Daniels quickly paces his way down to the ringside casting glances at the fans. He climbs onto the ring apron and enters the ring and hands his college jacket to a ring girl.
Iris: And his opponent…from Trenton, New Jersey…weighing in at 212 pounds…he is Marcus Curtisssssssssss!!
The slow drum beat intro to Curtis entrance music hits but instead of bursting out from the curtain full of energy as he usually does Curtis slowly makes his way out clearly favouring his ribs. He acknowledges the fans and slowly climbs the steps instead of sliding into the ring. Daniels smirks at Curtis who is effectively wearing a giant target on his weak spot.
Ding Ding Ding
Daniels get straight to work and quickly takes Curtis down to a vertical base with a basic amateur takedown that drops Curtis hard on his ribs. He ruffles Curtis’ hair ,which is no longer in cornrows and is in a mini afro, and motions for the injured superstar to get to his feet.
Fisher: Marcus Curtis is a sitting duck here, with Daniels’ knowledge of amateur wrestling holds he could be in serious trouble.
Bardo: This is also a true test of Curtis’ resolve and mettle, it’s the first injury he;s had in Fallout and it’ll be interesting to see if he can change the way he works in the ring to lower the risk of doing himself further injury.
Curtis has now gotten himself to a vertical base and slowly approaches Daniels offering a test of strength.
Fisher: This may not be a smart move by Curtis here, he gives up almost 30 pounds to Daniels not to mention the fact that he’s nearly a foot shorter than his opponent.
Daniels laughs at Curtis’ offer at a test of strength but accepts with relish. Daniels immediately presses upon his size advantage and begins to out muscle Curtis. The youngster digs deep and uses every ounce of his being to fight back , he starts to out muscle Daniels until he it caught with a sharp kick to the midsection followed by a hard scoop slam. Curtis wretches in pain and clutches his ribs in pain, Daniels wastes little time and lifts him off the mat only to deliver a side belly to belly suplex. The fans urge Curtis to his feet but Daniels delivers a few stomps aimed directly at Curtis’ chest, this gains him massive heat from the crowd. He picks up Curtis and sets him up for a German Suplex but Curtis fights back with a series of elbows to the side of the head forcing Daniels to release the hold, he then rocks Daniels with a series of stiff forearms before sending him off the ropes and taking him down with a calf kick to the chest, Curtis springs to his feet and fires up the crowd whilst holding onto his ribs. Daniels slowly gets to his feet and is hit with a quick butterfly suplex by Marcus Curtis who immediately holds his side.
Bardo: I think Marcus needs to realise his limits here.
Predator: That’s true Dean, most Fallout competitors could take that advice on board. I’m sick of their incompetence, Biff and his Corporate Club have to carry this whole show.
Bot5h men get to their feet at the same time and head for one another with a right hand, they both rock backwards with the impact and immediately come back at each other with another pair of right hands, this time Daniels’ delivers more clout and knocks Curtis to the mat. He immediately picks Curtis up and hoists him on his shoulders for a fireman’s carry but Curtis slips out of it and picks up Daniels for the Harambee when he turns to face him, Daniels, realising this could be the end of the match punches Curtis a few times in the ribs until he is dropped to the mat. Daniels delivers a few hard stomps to the chest of Curtis and quickly picks him up in the fireman’s carry and immediately hits the roll through and ascends the turnbuckle, unbeknownst to him Curtis uses all his resolve and athleticism to get to his feet and jump onto the turnbuckle, he hits him with a few forearms to the back before turning him around to face the ring he picks him up and positions him on his shoulder.
Fisher: What is Curtis going for here?
Bardo:More importantly will he be able to manage this move without hurting himself?
Curtis now has Daniels in the prime position and jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a Fire Thunder Driver before slowly crawling over and covering his opponent.
ONE
TWO
Kickout
Fisher: I can’t believe it Dean, he kicked out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:44:10 GMT -5
Curtis looks as shocked as the Fallout fans that Hugh Daniels kicked out. But he doesn’t let it phase him as he lifts Daniels off the mat and delivers a few kicks to the midsection and tries again for the Harambee but this time Daniels counters it before Curtis can lift him and reverses the move into an arm wrench flowing quickly into an elevated hammerlock. Curtis holds his arm in pain but as soon as Daniels lowers him to the ground he quickly manoeuvres himself into a hammerlock of his own before grabbing Daniels and hitting him with a Tiger Suplex 85 which he elegantly bridges into a pin.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Iris: Your winner, by way of pinfall…Marcus CUUUURTIISSS!!
Marcus Curtis drags himself to his feet using the ropes, clutching his still-tender ribs. The crowd pop loudly as Curtis reaches a vertical base and staggers over to the corner, hauling himself onto the middle ropes. Using his right arm to hold his ribs, Curtis raises his left arm aloft as the fans cheer loudly and begin to chant his name. “Happy” by Mudvayne hits the speakers as Curtis hops down from the turnbuckle and climbs through the ropes. He waves to his adoring fans as he climbs down the steps and they start a “We love Marcus!” chant. Suddenly, they are cut off by “Next Episode” playing over the speakers.
The fans boo loudly as Jefferson steps through the curtain wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit and open collar white suit, his newly won TV Title draped over his right shoulder.
Jefferson: Cut the music!
The music is shut off, and the fans boos begin once more. Jefferson waits for them to quiet down, the frown lines on his forehead growing more prominent as he gets more and more angry, grimacing in an outward display of his displeasure.
Jefferson: Oh will you just shut the FUCK up!! I’m sick of you stupid bastards! You wouldn’t know talent if it came up and slapped you in the face and, believe me, I may just do that if you don’t shut your filthy mouths!
Many of the fans gasp at the anger displayed by Jefferson while other hurl more abuse in his direction.
Jefferson: Anyway, fuck you lot…you’re not important.
He points in Curtis’ direction.
Jefferson: YOU, however, [/b]are[/b]! I’m sick and tired of hearing “Marcus Curtis this” “Marcus Curtis that” and you’ve achieved…NOTHING! Look at me, I’m the TV Champion for God’s sake, and people DARE to mention my name in the same sentence as yours?! Well, it’s this simple…when you finally pluck up the courage to meet me in the ring again I won’t just beat you. I’ll fucking KILL you! When I’m done with you, all you’ll be fit for is being tossed into a ditch…like that dead dog you have tattooed on your shoulder.
On that note, the crowd erupts in a stream of abuse and Jefferson smirks to himself and turns to exit. Meanwhile, at the bottom of the ramp, Curtis bares his teeth and clutches his fists before charging up the ramp to hit Jefferson from behind.
The two men tumble through the curtain, entangled in a mass of arms and legs as they attempt to knock lumps out of each other. Eventually Curtis gains an advantage, pinning Jefferson to the ground and repeatedly smashing his fists into his face. Jefferson covers up with his hands, managing to block a number of the blows before throwing Curtis off and into the wall. Jefferson then attempts to make an escape, running off down the hall. Curtis drags himself to his feet and sets off in pursuit, clutching his ribs and grimacing in pain.
He reaches the end of the corridor and turns around the corner right into the boot of Jack Jefferson who throws him into the nearest door which swings open as Curtis plummets to the floor as Jefferson dives in after him. Unfortunately for both men they have tumbled into none other than Biff Taylor’s office. Curtis fights his way to his feet and throws Jefferson into a nearby filing cabinet.
Biff: What the HELL is going on?!
Ignoring Biff, Curtis aims a kick at Jefferson’s head. Jefferson marginally manages to duck out of the way, leaving Curtis instead to unavoidably connect with the head of Biff Taylor. Curtis freezes and instantly looks horrified as Biff is left on his hands and knees clutching his jaw.
Biff: Tyd…get him out of here…NOW!
Tyd instantly grabs a hold of the apologising Marcus Curtis, forceably removing him from the office as Biff gets to his feet before sitting down and rearranging his clothes. He glares at Jefferson, pointing to the guest chair which Jefferson hastily takes.
Biff: Look, I’m sick of this shit between you and Curtis. I understand that you have issues and, I’ll be honest, it’s been great for ratings. However, I can’t afford to have you two trashing the backstage area. Anyway, you have a title defence tonight. You should be preparing for that, not fucking up my office and causing untold amounts of damage. Now get the hell out of my sight and understand this…the only reason I’m not suspending you is that title you hold.
As Jefferson leaves, Biff presses a button on his phone, speaking into it without picking up the receiver.
Biff: Mrs. O’Reilly, could you kindly send Mr. Curtis explaining that if he turns up next week his contract will be instantly terminated.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:44:30 GMT -5
Segment: Walking On Sunshine, Ohohohoh (Credit: Rose; Yoko for title)
Once Lilly Rouge started to vaguely remember her past a few months ago, Sakina Khalida knew that everything was about to change. It was only a matter of time before Lilly came to her senses and realized just how twisted the past few years had been. Yet…it started to seem like she’d never find out the truth herself. Perhaps somewhere inside her fractured psyche; she didn’t want to know the truth. The holiday season went off without a hitch. It was a strangely peaceful time.
Ignorance is bliss.
Lilly: I really, really, really, really, really, really don’t want to team with her. I really don’t!
It’s like nothing has changed since we last saw Lilly. She’s still an adorably nervous wreck before matches, and she’s still able to muster the single cutest frown known to man.
Sakina: It’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You can trust her in between the bells. She’ll be cordial…and even helpful, I’m sure if it. If not…I may have to end my retirement a little earlier than I’d planned.
Time has stood still for Sakina as well. She’s still the calm, collected, and quiet voice of reason in Lilly’s life. She’s always eager to give a bright smile and an assuring hug. It’d really be the perfect friendship if it wasn’t built on a foundation of lies. Sakina hasn’t yet let her true feelings be shown in their perverse light.
Lilly: Lol! Like, you think you could take her?
Sakina, failing at her attempt to be serious, gives the nearby wall a flurry of pretend punches. This unusual silliness is her attempt at lightening her student’s mood. It also shows that she’s been staying in top shape…at least when it comes to her agility.
Sakina: She wouldn’t even see me coming.
This brightens Lilly’s spirits quite a bit.
Lilly: Really?
In the blink of an eye, the former Entertainment Champion turns around and throws a lightening fast punch in Lilly’s direction...which she pulls at the last second, of course.
Lilly: AHHHHHH!
Sakina smiles darkly as Lilly freaks out. They’re both lucky that the hallway is bereft of
Sakina: Of course… I’m beauti—
Sakina stops in mid-sentence as it dawns on her that she’s nearly caused Lilly to quite literally jump out of her skin.
Sakina: Oh! I’m sorry…
A simple hug is all it takes to calm Lilly down. Sakina relishes the moment by taking a moment to let her indulge the darker side of her imagination. She hasn’t been able to take her eyes off of Lilly all evening.
Sakina: Don’t worry about the match. You’ll do good tonight…and next week we’ll take the week off.
Her heart finally slows to the point that Lilly’s able to just barely speak.
Lilly: L-l-l-like why?
A wink is the only direct answer that Lilly gets to her question as Sakina gently pushes her on her way?
Sakina: You’ll see… Now, go finish your stretches. You don’t need to pull anything tonight.
This is one case where Lilly proves that she has the attention span of a goldfish. Realizing that Sakina’s right, she quickly forgets her question and heads to a quiet, secluded area to finish her stretches. Sakina enjoys the view that her mincing provides up until she turns a corner.
Sakina: We’ll celebrate, my pale little flower…and I’ll finally let you meet your brother. You’ll love it...you’ll be so proud of me, won’t you? You’ll love me for this. You’ll love me… You’ll love me… You’ll—
For the very first time, it occurs to Sakina that she might be a little touched. She might be a tad crazy. Her obsession with everything about Lilly is terrifying…and her convoluted scheme that transformed Lilly into the person she is today shows a ludicrous amount of insanity. She gives the impression that she’s really a very, very lonely woman.
Sakina: I won’t be alone anymore... We’ll be so happy together…
With a sad voice, Sakina lets her words trail off. She’s always loved Lilly…she even loved back when Lilly wasn’t even her name. All it seems that she’s ever wanted is for Lilly to return her love. When he didn’t, the only thing she thought to do was completely change things. It was the most logical thing in the world to her troubled mind. Now, she’s closer to her goal than ever. However, she doesn’t realize that there’s virtually no way for Lilly to take the “news” positively.
She also doesn’t realize that her sanity couldn’t handle another rejection.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:44:47 GMT -5
Segment: Motivation (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back from the break, two figures are seen seated in a small corner of the backstage area in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium.
The Senator: And yes, I expect more out of you now.
Anthony Kalb: But, sir, Biff's not given me the shadow of a chance to even show up on television, you know how he is.
Senator: I am quite aware of his bizarre booking tendencies. I am also aware that you did next to nothing to fight for a shot. Now, the past is past, and the present is what counts! You have no excuses now, now that you have someone with clout backing you up and prodding you on to take that chance.
Kalb: Sure, but come on, what can I do tonight? I assume everything's already booked.
Senator: Actually, it is not. I have you set for a main event slot.
Kalb: What? You gotta be joking!
Senator: Do I look like I am?
Kalb: Ok, so what do I do now? Who's open for matches? I've not really paid attention to much here in the last few months, when I wasn't booked, at least.
Senator: What is a sure fire way to propel yourself back to the top in one night?
Kalb: I dunno, pay off the bossman? Stop asking all these dumb rhetorical questions, and cut to the chase, sir.
Senator: Fine, you want it straight up? Daniel Ness is at the top of the Fallout food chain. You want to get back to the top, and reclaim your spot, then go ahead, and knock off the champ in a non title match. It is that simple, although I shall not make any claim about it being easy at all. All you have to do to get this match is confirm it with Biff.
Kalb: So you want me to take on the champ...I haven't had a nice big match in quite a while...you know what, sir, I'll take it! About time I show these bastards around here who owns them.
Senator: There you go! That is what I want to see from you, oh, and I shall be your ringside manager, too, so be sure not to disappoint me here, I pulled some major strings to get you this match, make your shot count.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:45:06 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan's Debut! A Heroine's Calling! Act 2 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Aya: That's *it*! You have five seconds to explain yourself. Aya-chan doesn't like waiting!
Voice: Aya-chan will refrain from speaking in third person. I don't approve.
Aya blinked twice before closing her eyes, drawing in a long breath. This was *madness*. What on earth was she doing here? Japanese teen idols don't normally book a one-way flight to America and sign up for a professional wrestling league. Aya had never so much as thrown a decent punch, let alone body slam someone. She tentatively opened one delirious eye, praying with all her might that she was alone.
Voice: Boo.
Aya screamed, crawling over to the opposite corner of her newly established locker room. A small puppy with shaggy white and black hair with cute, doughy eyes scampered quickly over to her. Though his movements were ordinary, there was a definite sense of intelligence and meaning to each step. He had purpose, and like any sentient being, feeling.
Puppy: Onegai, Aya-chan. Do not be scared. I'm only here to help you.
Aya: Then why did you drag me over to the United States?! I miss Japan, I miss my friends, I miss my family--
Puppy: Aya, please! Relax and calm your muscles. You're slightly hysterical at the moment.
Aya: SLIGHTLY?! A *puppy* is talking to me! A *puppy!*
Puppy: If I tell you my name, will you feel less frightened?
Aya stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds before nodding slowly.
Puppy: The name's Eros. I've been searching for you for a long time, Aya-chan.
Aya: Eros...?
Aya's expression transformed into a dreamy gaze. Eros...sounded so familiar...where had she heard that name before?
Eros: Yes. You're trying to remember your past life. You know who I am. It's there, shimmering just out of reach.
Aya: How do you know so much about me? What about my past life?
At this, Eros gently stepped into Aya's lap. For the first time, Aya appreciated how tiny he was. He could easily fit in the palm of her hand. How such a small creature managed to convince her to drop everything and move to the United States was a mystery to her.
Eros: Aya-chan. This may come as a shock to you, but--
Aya: Believe me, I entered a wrestling league and a puppy is talking to me. I doubt I'll ever feel shocked again.
Eros: Very well then. Aya-chan. You are blessed with extraordinary powers bestowed upon you in your past life. You are the reincarnation of the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite.
A very awkward silence followed this strange pronouncement.
Aya: Aphrodite...? I'm...a goddess?
Eros: That's right. Well, rather, you will be. Currently, the memories and feelings of your past life are dormant within you, waiting to be remembered. Once you awaken your goddess power, you'll be near invincible!
Aya abruptly stood up, causing a disgruntled Eros to tumble clumsily to the floor.
Eros: ITAI!
Aya: But! Even if I *am* a goddess (which seems pretty far-fetched!) why did you bring me to the United States? Why am I here?
Eros: Because there's a great evil about to awaken here. You fought against this evil in your past life. You're needed again to make sure they don't destroy the earth!
Aya's confidence vanished completely. She slumped back down to the floor, looking rather pale.
Aya: Me...fighting evil...?
Eros: This is too much for you to grasp. Maybe this way will be easier...
Eros's body suddenly glowed a bright white light. Aya felt no need to shade her eyes, though she gazed in awe and wonderment as a beautiful bracelet materialized in front of her. From what she could tell at first glance, the band was white gold, silver, adorned with pink sapphire gems. It hovered slightly in front of her before falling gently into her open palm.
Aya: This is...it all seems so familiar.
Eros: Hai! You're beginning to remember. Aya-chan! After this, there's no going back. I will never force you to change your life. But, if you do decline, know that this great evil will awaken and most likely consume your soul.
Aya: ...
Eros: Kidding! Kidding!
Aya: You had better be. Regardless...I feel like this is the right thing to do...this bracelet...I've used it before.
Without another word, Aya slowly got to her feet, sliding the bracelet onto her slim left wrist...
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:45:23 GMT -5
Match: Ten-Ka, the Jungle Queen and Lilly Rouge vs. Tonya "Tigress" Montana and Iris Yoon (Credit: Rose)
The show comes back to the ring, where there are two tag teams set in the ring. Iris Yoon stands beside her partner, Tonya “Tigress” Montana, as she does her job.
Iris: Ladies and Gentlemen! This tag team match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit! Introducing first…from a street corner down the road… Lilly Whore and The Monkey Lady!
She smirks as the crowd simultaneously boos and groans at her terrible attempt at humor.
Iris: And… The uncrowned Women’s Champion and Tonya “The Tigress” Montanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Tonya looks a little miffed at being named second, but she does get the honor of going first…and a smile creeps across her face as she realizes her opponent is Lilly Rouge.
Bell Rings[/i]
Tonya “The Tigress” Montana is just a little overconfident. This is a fact of life. Lilly Rouge has improved a lot as a competitor, but not enough to where she’s at The Tigress’ level just yet. With a bit of a smirk, Tonya charges forward with the intent of literally steamrolling her opponent…and she’s met with a deft drop-toe hold. Lilly is giddy, confident, and scared to death in a span of seconds. Knowing that she’s made the mistake of making her large opponent angry, she quickly dives for the tag…and the crowd erupts.
Predator: Lilly is a fox…and Tonya’s a beast, am I right? Of course I’m right! I’m the Predator, baby!
RJ Fisher: You only see wom— Ah, what… I can’t work with this guy! I can’t do it!
Dean Bardo: A nicely executed drop-toe hold by Ms. Rouge. Her training with Ms. Khalida has paid off nicely.[/color]
Ten-Ka enters the ring to a massive pop. It’s a pop that she gets for being relentlessly powerful and brutal more than anything else. The crowd can’t get enough of Tonya-Ten-Ka confrontations. With the drama at a fever pitch during the early going, the two Amazons tie-up and quickly jockey for position. To the fans’ surprise, it’s actually a bit of a stalemate. Neither woman seems to be able to take control as the fans do a dual “Ten-Ka! Tonya!” chant.
Predator: All my Pred-heads are chanting my name, do yah hear that boys?
Fisher: They’re chanting for Ten-Ka and Tonya, you smarmy little idi—
Bardo: Neither woman seems to be able to gain control, but it’s only a matter of time before one of them is able to find an opening. When that happens, this match will be underway.
Then, in a flash, Tonya gets in a headlock and pushes Ten-Ka to the ground. Elated, she takes a cocky step backwards and tags Iris…who’s as confused as anybody else as to what’s going on. Tonya waves mockingly towards Ten-Ka as she exits the ring and encourages for Fallout’s Favorite Ring Announcer/Wrestler to step forward. Iris…bless her heart…steps forward and shows a lot of courage in doing so.
It’s a shame courage doesn’t stop a force like The Jungle Queen.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:45:39 GMT -5
In a quick, primal movement, Ten-Ka rushes forward and attacks Iris… It seems as if she’s sending a message to Tonya, who’s seems content to watch the show from ringside. In an instant, she lifts Iris over her head in a vertical suplex position.
Predator: Great Beard of BK London! This looks bad for Iris.
Fisher: We can agree on something...
Bardo: It appears to me that Ten-Ka may be going for her finishing maneuver…which is a vertical suplex into a sit-down belly-to-belly piledriver that she dubs “The Law of the Jungle.”
Then, something unexpected happens… Iris slips out of the move and thumbs Ten-Ka right in the eye. The crowd gasps…Lilly gasps…even Tonya and Sakina look amazed by what they just saw. Ten-Ka merely groans, recovers, and looks very, very, very mad.
The crowd starts an unoriginal, but supremely entertaining, “Ten-Ka’s gonna kill you!” chant.
Iris tries to continue her attack, but she walks right into the Uraken Storm. Iris, using her superior agility, manages to dodge all of the blows…except for the last one…and that’s really all there is to it. A violent collision later, and Ten-Ka starts walking towards Tonya. Sakina yells for Lilly to make the tag, and she quietly pokes Ten-Ka’s shoulder as she exits the ring. Ten-Ka and Tonya move towards the backstage area as Lilly mischievously enters the ring and makes a quick pin as the referee counts.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Bell Rings[/i]
Predator: The Predator has never seen a match look go this crazy so quickly before!
Fisher: Lilly and Sakina are heading backstage…Ten-Ka and Tonya are fighting somewhere…and poor cute Iris Yoon just got screwed… Well, she did last longer than most of the men here on Fallout would.
Predator: She’s as scary as a Halloween in Harlem.
Bardo: This match was certainly surprising, and I can’t say anybody really got anything out of it…it was exciting, though.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:45:56 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan's Debut! A Heroine's Calling! Act 3 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Aya: Um...now what?
Eros tripped over his feet, dramatically incredulous.
Eros: You just said you used the bracelet before!
Aya puffed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
Aya: I did. But I forget its name. How can I use it if I can't remember its name?
Eros: Fine. We called it the "Love-Love Henshin."
Aya stared quizzically at the device, left eyebrow raised. She prodded it tentatively.
Aya: Love-Love?
No sooner had the words escaped her lips did the bracelet start to glow a pure white. Aya's eyes widened in shock and realization. She knew exactly what to do.
Raising her left hand to the sky, she closed her eyes and let the words roll off her lips...
Aya: Magic Prismu...Henshin![/b]
Aya's world evolved into a brilliant mirage of color and light. She felt herself floating gently in the air, twirling around with a goddess's grace and elegance. Light pink ribbons swirled around her appendages, replacing her pop idol clothes with new fabrics. After a few moments, she stopped spinning long enough to descend slowly to the floor, a tiara now resting on her crown embedded with a pulsating light pink diamond.
Aya: Sugoi...
Eros: Pretty Battle Goddess, Magic Prismu!
Aya sprinted over to the wall mirror bolted to the dressing room wall. Her jaw dropped for the umpteenth as she stared at her new outfit.
If Aya could describe her strange new apparel, she'd say it was a cross between a classical Greek goddess garb and a Renaissance masquerade gown. Aya wore a pink corset laced tight to puff out her chest (though, she noticed, it didn't constrict her breathing in the slightest). Aya's eyes traveled down to her arms, which were now covered with a strong, light pink material. Her new gloves ended at the wrist and before the upper bicep. Her jeans vanished completely; she now donned a loose, satin white skirt, flowing down a little past her knees. The transformation even included knee high matching pink stockings and fancy laced high heels.
Most noticeable of all, however, were the set of white wings protruding from Aya's back. Far from recoiling in shock, Aya felt comfortable, relaxed, and composed as a rush of power surged through her.
Aya: Kawaii!!
Eros: How do you feel?
Aya: ...Great! Really great!
Her wings fluttered animatedly. Eros chuckled.
Eros: Perfect! Now, let's--
A sudden pounding at the door interrupted the talking dog. He immediately clasped a paw over his mouth, eyes widening in shock.
Voice: Miss Aya? Your debut match is in five minutes!
Aya: Ehh...ahh...S-sahnk you!
When the backstage worker's footsteps grew faint, Eros let out a gasp of relief. Aya, however, looked ready to vomit.
Eros: Too close!
Aya: Eros! I don't want to wrestle! I can't wrestle...I'm not a wrestler!
Eros: Aya-chan, calm down. When you transformed into Magic Prismu, you regained the fighting abilities you perfected in your past life. You should have more than enough power to take down your opponent.
Aya paused, looking down at her palms.
Aya: I do feel...strengthened. Like I can do anything...
Eros: Yes! That's the spirit! Now, detransform. We can never let anyone know your secret identity!
Aya was about to ask how the heck did she detransform when it just happened. One moment her goddess clothes were there, the next, gone. Back in her jeans and cute top, Aya briefly wondered if she needed to put on a fake Sumo costume before wrestling.
Aya: How do I look?
Eros: Perfect. I'll sneak down to ringside and support you through the match. Do your best, Aya-chan! Gambate!
Aya: Hai, arigato, Eros-chan. Arigato gozaimasu. Ja ne!
Heart pounding fit to burst, Aya left the locker room with her chin high, walking straight towards destiny.
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