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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:46:14 GMT -5
Segment: The Return Is Near
(Credit: Senator)
Before the show goes to the break, a video package starts to play, with the screen starting out completely dark.
Slowly, black and white scenes of swampland and ponds start to fade in and out, with the picture becoming more and more green tinted with each scene.
[glow=green,2,300]"After nearly being forced into retirement..."[/glow]
A quick flash of a familiar mask shows, and quick clips of a green hued luchador play, showing a step up hurricanrana, a flying dropkick, a Frog Splash.
[glow=green,2,300]"Hard work and time for recovery has paid off..."[/glow]
Even faster clips play, showing a frog catching a fly with its tongue, showing a springboard dropkick, a standing double stomp and a standing 450 into a hurricanrana, culminating in a long fading shot of the same familiar green mask.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:46:35 GMT -5
Segment: Wind it up. (Credit: Rena)
EARLIER IN THE DAY...before Rayne's debut match.
Rayne had decided to get a coffee. It was exceptionally better quality than that of ACW’s coffee, but she was still miserable from her recent encounter with Biff.
…: Well look what the cat dragged in.
Rayne swung around once she noticed the voice was directed towards her. It was Alexis Bjoux, the very woman she would be facing tonight.
Rayne: Well if it isn’t the only person in this building with not even a speck of talent.
Alexis: Funny, I wonder if you’ll be saying that after I kick your ass.
Rayne: Kick my ass? Oh, sweetie, you have a lot to learn.
Alexis: Yeah okay, bitch.
Rayne: Honestly, is that all you can come up with? And seriously, the only bitch around here is you. No, well, I shouldn’t say that. You’re a slut.
Alexis: You take that back, you-
Rayne: And not only are you a slut, but you also prey on people who are drunk. Is that the only reason you figure you can get me down? Wait until I can barely defend myself.
Alexis: Well it got you to listen, didn’t it?
Rayne: No, because the next morning I really couldn’t remember exactly what you said. A few sentences here and there, but most of it was ‘blah blah blah I’m a dirty slut’.
Alexis slapped Rayne across the face. Rayne grabbed her cheek immediately and let out a small chuckle.
Rayne: Tip for next time. Try and close the hand to make a fist. And try to hit straight outwards and less swinging around. That’s called a punch, but I wouldn’t expect you to know things you can’t spell.
Alexis: You fucking-
Rayne: Here, let me show you.
Rayne clenched her fist and swung her arm back. Immediately and with great speed her fist flew towards Alexis’ face, but then moved to her stomach. Alexis keeled over, gasping for breath.
Rayne: How’d you like that? You see, that’s a stronger tactic and-
Alexis: like this?
Alexis’ fist shot up from her bent-over position, smashing Rayne right in the chin. Rayne’s head snapped back, throwing her back a few paces. She regained her composure, but Alexis was already running towards her. Rayne acted quick, moving aside and grabbing the back of Alexis’ hair, pushing her more forward and against the table filled with finger foods. Food flew into the air as Alexis pushed herself off from the table. She held her ribs, swinging her body around to growl at Rayne.
Rayne: Had enough.
Alexis: Not even close.
Rayne: Then come get some.
Alexis ran towards Rayne, grabbing her wrist. Rayne smiled and grabbed some of Alexis' blonde hair.
..: LADIES!
The girls stopped immediately at his voice. The camera had panned outwards and showed it was Biff. He moved over to the two women and shook his head. Rayne had a hold of Alexis' hair, and gave her a quick shot to the head before pushing her away. Alexis growled again and brushed herself off, looking at Biff.
Biff: Please save this little feud for the ring.
Alexis: Biff, she-
Biff: I really don’t have time to deal with either of you. If you want to have little girl school fights, that’s fine. But I will not have you soil this place like you have just done. Look at this place, it’s a mess!
Rayne: She-
Biff: I’m in no mood to play teacher, Rayne. I expect you to find someone to clean this up or you’ll be cleaning this entire arena yourselves. Now both of you, go get ready for your match. And for goodness sakes, Rayne, get dressed for the match.
Rayne: I was going to, but this thing attacked me.
Alexis: That is so untrue and you know it!
Rayne: Oh shut up-
Alexis: Screw you-
Biff: ENOUGH! GO NOW.
Alexis and Rayne looked at Biff, nodded, and then walked out of the room. They both headed in separate directions.
Biff: Those girls are out of control…I smell ratings.
(fade)
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:46:55 GMT -5
Match: Amori Aya VS Mocha Rosport (Credit: Amori Aya)
Aya was convinced everyone within a five foot radius could hear her heart thumping madly. Gritting her teeth, she covered her ears with her palms, blocking out the noise. Unfortunately, due to her self-enforced deafness, she missed her signal to appear on the ramp. Yelping, Aya scurried toward the curtain, took one last deep breath, and let herself be seen.
It really wasn't *that* bad. No stranger to bright lights and screaming fans, Aya responded to the massive onslaught of noise like a true professional. She posed for the crowd, who responded warmly enough. Particularly vociferous in their cheers were her die-hard fans, twenty or so teenagers who followed her all the way from Japan. Smiling kindly and nodding in their direction, Aya slowly made her way to the ring, observing her surroundings.
Iris: Hailing from Honshu, Japan, weighing 100 pounds, Aya Amori!
Her opponent stalked the ring like a tiger defending its turf. Aya jumped to the apron and slid in under the bottom rope. She dimly recognized the dark skinned woman as Mocha Rosport, a streetfighter with fists of fury. The referee was a kindly, middle aged man. Aya smiled at him, and he gave her a rare one in return.
Referee: Alright, I want a clean contest here, no--HEY!
Completely disregarding the referee's wishes, Mocha violently boots Aya in the stomach, eliciting a cry of shock from the teen idol. Aya drops to one knee, giving Mocha the smart idea to nail her opponent in the face with a standing dropkick. Mocha's stylish heels smash into Aya's cheek with considerable force, knocking the smaller girl to the floor. Aya writhes in pain, clutching her cheek. Before she can continue to feel sorry for herself, she notices Mocha approaching with a wicked grin on her face. Snarling, Aya trips her up with a nicely executed drop toe hold maneuver. Mocha falls clumsily to the mat, though not in much pain.
Aya: Ya ta! Maybe I *can* do this!
Mocha: Shut up! No one can understand you, anyway.
Aya knew enough English to tell that Mocha did not respect her one bit. Both women get to their feet, and meet in a powerful tie-up. Mocha quickly gets the advantage after a sneaky knee to the gut. Preferring to dismantle Aya with her bare hands, Mocha grips Aya's silky black hair painfully and repeatedly smacks her in the face with elbow strikes. Aya cries out, lacking enough experience to do much about it. Mocha completes her offense by lifting Aya into the air, tossing her roughly to the floor in a throwing scoop slam. Aya minimizes the damage by slapping her arms on the mat to reduce the impact on her back. It still hurt. A lot. Mocha gives her no reprieve and crouches beside her, placing her forearm on Aya's throat and pressing down hard. Aya struggles, legs flailing wildly as the referee angrily starts to count to five. Before long, he forces Mocha to relinquish her hold or be disqualified. Laughing at a gasping Aya, the powerful streetfighter backs a few feet away before charging forward, prepping up for a corkscrew elbow drop. Noticing this, Aya literally dives out of the way, panting thankfully as Mocha's elbow crashes into the empty canvas below. Aya leaps to her feet, finally ready to mount some offense. Before Mocha can recover from her missed elbow drop, Aya dashes over and hops gracefully toward Mocha, lashing out with a fierce bicycle kick, smacking her cleanly in the jaw. Mocha screams in pain, rolling backward and touching her mouth gingerly. Aya winces, so unused to inflicting pain on others. Indeed, she seems hesitant to press her attack, preferring to wait for Mocha to get up. Thinking Aya is patronizing her by not continuing in her assault, Mocha angrily gets to her feet, smacking the mat in a temper. She charges, letting out a wild battle cry, hoping to sink her fist deep into Aya's cheek. Without even thinking, Aya neatly sidesteps the attack while simultaneously extending her arm and flipping Mocha over with a textbook arm drag. How on earth did I do that? Aya thought, pleasantly bewildered at her fighting ability. A rush of confidence takes over, and without any accompanying pangs of guilt, Aya connects a solid dropkick of her own to a rising Mocha's chin.
With the crowd screaming in her ears, Aya hauls a protesting Mocha up to her feet, and tries to fling her to the ropes. Not to be outdone, Mocha jump pivots around, reversing the Irish whip. The dark fighter bends low at the waist, hoping to catch a rebounding Aya with an over-the-back toss. More on instinct than anything, Aya flips over Mocha, latching on to her hips, and brings her down in a sunset flip pin. She scores a two-count from the referee for her efforts, and a retaliatory slap in the face from Mocha. The two lock up in a fierce grapple once more, but this time Aya gains the upper hand by applying a fast side headlock. Fully cognizant of her minimal upper body strength, Aya immediately dashes to the opposite end of the ring, keeping a firm lock on Mocha's head. Leaping into the air, Aya gracefully lands with Mocha's face cushioning her fall. The crowd pops heartily for Aya's Magic Jump! bulldog. Aya quickly covers Mocha, though she resiliently kicks out again before three. The battling warriors jump to their feet, exchanging fierce blows. Mocha tries to break through Aya's defenses with her fists, while Japan's beloved singer lets her feet do the talking. Mocha finally forces Aya into the turnbuckle, nailing her with a fierce kick to the ribs. Aya catches her next blow with a smart right hand block. The smaller woman shoves Mocha into the turnbuckle, reversing their positions. Temporarily stunned, Mocha cannot defend herself from an onslaught of mounted turnbuckle punches. Aya plays to the crowd and encourages them to count the number of strikes she connects while standing on the middle rope. Mocha finally comes to her senses and tries to push Aya down in a powerbomb fashion. Thinking quickly, Aya wraps her legs securely around Mocha's neck, now wobbling unsecurely as Mocha stumbles forward trying desperately to shake the Japanese youth off her. Finally, she manages to dislodge Aya, and is about to connect a modified version of the Street Sweeper when Aya suddenly transforms her misfortune into success, flipping the taller woman over with a pretty hurricanrana. Mocha goes flying across the ring, completely disoriented. Aya flips her hair out of her face, smiling to the screaming crowd, shooting a peace sign and winking to her loyal Japanese fans.
Eros: Psst! Aya-chan! Finish her off with your super Goddess attack!
Aya's eyes widen in surprise as she catches sight of little Eros, standing outside the ring unseen by the crowds or cameramen. Nodding, Aya kicks a standing Mocha in the stomach, proceeding to lock in a three-quarter facelock. In a blur of motion and grace, Aya nails a wonderful standing shiranui, driving Mocha's head sharply into the canvas. Aya covers her eagerly, not bothering to hook her leg after her last attack. The referee counts...1, 2, 3!
Iris: Here is your winner, Aya Amori!
Aya could barely stand, so elated with her victory. She thanked the referee profusely in Japanese, letting him raise her hand in victory. Giving the crowd one last peace sign and wink, Aya shakily leaves the ring and a thoroughly unconscious Mocha Rosport. Eros slyly scuttled away when all eyes were still on the ring. Backstage, Eros leaped into Aya's arms, growling urgently.
Aya: Eros! I did it! Did you see?! I won!
Eros: Yes, Aya-chan, but there's no time for celebration! I think the enemy is attacking a jewelry store nearby!
Adrenaline still pumping, Aya set Eros firmly down and glanced over her shoulder to make sure the corridor was deserted. Raising her bracelet hand to the sky, she let her henshin phrase roll off her lips.
Aya: Magic Prismu...Henshin![/b]
In a flash, Magic Prismu and her loyal guardian Eros sprinted down the halls, prepping up for her first test as a Pretty Battle Goddess...
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:47:11 GMT -5
Segment: The Hype of Ross Lambert. (Credit: Dan *that’s my real name*/Ross Lambert)
There’s a picture of a man sitting in a chair having seven bells knocked out of him, he’s bloody and beaten, there are 2 man with the torturer, both armed, one of the armed guards slaps him across the head before knocking his face in with his gun.
Voice: Ross Lambert can survive ANY pain.
Gruff Torturer: TALK DAMMIT!
The Torturer pokes Lambert with a cattle prod and holds it in place before stopping, he lands a swift boot to the head knocking Lambert and the chair over before grabbing a lead pipe and bringing it down on the victims head.
Fast clips of Ross beating people up including a Roundhouse Kick to the Temple, a Step-Over Toehold Armbar and many other vicious moves. And voice clips.
Mostly of the same thing the voices are saying…
High-Pitched American Voice: Threat to national security.
Female Voice: Extremely brutal interrogations expert.
German Voice: No consideration for the consequences of his actions.
English Man: A complete threat to global security.
French Woman: Completely wreckless, brutal and vicious.
More clips fly by of the torture victim from before hitting a Crossbody Catch to a Spinning Implant DDT.
Voices: The speed, power and sheer brutality of ROSS LAMBERT is alive and kicking, and he’s COMING to FALLOUT!
[End]
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:47:28 GMT -5
Segment: Short but Sweet (Credit: Hitman)
We cut to the back where Rich Marlowe is seen with his mic.
Marlowe: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are the Fallout Tag Team Champions… The Drinkin Boyz."
The Drinkin Boyz then enter the view, much to the delight of the fans. They are in their street clothes and holding the tag titles over their shoulders. Afternoon nods to the camera.
Marlowe: "Ben, how does it feel to be a tag team champion alongside your cousin, Afternoon?"
Ben: "Well, to be honest, I think it's a great honor to be holding gold… tag team gold that belongs to the fastest hour on television, FALLOUT!"
Insert cheap pop.
Ben: "But as much I'd love to talk about the titles, there's something else I gotta do."
Ben walks off. Meanwhile, Afternoon steps up to the mic with a grin on his face.
Afternoon: "Well, now that he's gone, I would personally like to thank all the lovely ladies for making our win that much sweeter. If you want to talk to me, you can phone my number here at… Owowowow!"
Ben drags off Afternoon by the hair while Afternoon makes a "call me" motion to the camera.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:48:26 GMT -5
TV Title Match (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
Jack Jefferson vs. Damien King
The fans inside the Fallout Arena are red hot and the noise is deafening as the fans chant “Transitional Champion” in reference to the upcoming TV Title match between newly crowned champion, Jack Jefferson and former champ Damien King. Iris Yoon steps into the ring and has to wait a good 10 seconds before the noise begins to die down.
Iris: The following match is a singles match, it is scheduled for one fall and is for the Fallout TV TITLE!
The crowd interrupt with loud cheers before dying down once more to let Iris continue.
R.J Fisher: The crowd is red-hot tonight in anticipation of what should be a great match here tonight! What are your thoughts Dean?
Dean Bardo: Well, Fisher, I anticipate an interesting contest. Jack Jefferson will be desperate to prove to his cynics that he can back up what he says in the ring and, obviously, successfully defend his newly won TV Title for the first time. On the other hand you have arguably the best TV Champion is the history of the belt, Damien King, and I have no doubt that he will be out to reclaim the gold. All in all Fisher, this should be an exciting match between two great in-ring workers.
Predator: Pffft, were you two guys smoking crack out back before the show? Neither man can hold a candle to myself and the crowd is simply so hyped up because we have all the Pred-Heads in attendance to witness their messiah bringing some class to the commentary booth.
Iris: Introducing first, he is the new reigning and defending Fallout TV CHAMPION! …“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFERSONNNN!!
“Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, his title draped over his right shoulder and a smirk on his face as the fans boo him profusely. Jack swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it.
Fisher: A hostile reaction for Jefferson there, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the crowd this worked up. I think I saw one guy throw a bottle at him as he strutted down the ramp.
Bardo: And who can blame them? Jefferson has already made his presence felt this evening when he interrupted the post-match celebrations of Marcus Curtis.
Fisher: And let’s not forget, the brawl that followed resulted in Marcus Curtis being banned from Fallout for next week.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his right hand on his belt and then holds it aloft. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and awaits his opponents entrance.
Iris: And the challenger, hailing from Toronto, Canada and weighing in at 220lbs…Damien KIIIIIINNNG!!
As “Bodies” by Drowning Pool hits the speakers the fans begin to cheer loudly, many slapping the guard rail as a rhythmic “King for Champ” chant echoes throughout the arena. As King makes his way down to the ring he slaps many of the fans’ hands.
Fisher: No doubt who the fans are behind this evening.
Damien slides into the ring and quickly rises, glaring at the smirking Jack Jefferson as the ref stands between them, taking Jefferson’s title. He holds the belt aloft for a second before signalling for the bell to be rung and handing the belt to the time keeper.
Bell Rings
King and Jefferson circle each other cautiously.
Bardo: This is the first time these two mean have met in the ring. King with a slight height and weight advantage but Jefferson has greater experience, he is already a 7 year veteran of the sport, getting his first break at the age of 17.
Jefferson and King tie up in the middle of the ring, each man jockeying for superiority in the early going. Jefferson locks in a Wrist Lock but King nails him with a Standing Side Kick to the jaw before he can apply any real pressure.
Fisher: Ouch! That kick was brutal, did you hear the impact from that?!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:48:46 GMT -5
Jefferson is sent reeling, holding onto his jaw and signalling for the ref to keep King away from him. He stands in the corner for a second, massaging his jaw with one hand before taking down a surprised Damien King with a Running Leg Lariat as he bursts out of the corner, he hooks the leg…
1
…KICKOUT!
Bardo: That pin attempt all for show, Jefferson had no chance of winning there despite catching King off guard via some decidedly shady tactics.
Both men rise to their feet on opposite sides of the ring and lock up once more, King quickly takes Jefferson over with an Armdrag and instantaneously follows up with a Driving Forearm Smash, connecting with Jefferson’s jaw. The crowd begin to chant King’s name but stop to boo as Jefferson rolls out of the ring to massage his jaw. The ref begins to count…
ONE…
Fisher: Not exactly an electric start to this matchup.
TWO…
Bardo: Neither man appears to be willing to commit himself too much at this stage, instead preferring to feel each other out.
THREE…
Bardo: However, Jefferson has taken some punishment on that jaw in the early going courtesy of that Driving Forearm Smash and the Standing Side Kick.
FOUR…
Fisher: Correct Dean, King is very quick and can quickly turn defence into explosive offence. It is one of the reasons he was such a good champion.
FIVE…
The crowd begin to get restless, berating Jefferson and trying to force him to get back into the ring.
SIX…
Predator: Wow, talk about a snoozefest. If it was me in there this would be over already and the thousands of Pred-Heads in attendance, and the millions watching at home, would already be screaming their approval.
SEVEN…
Jefferson tells the ref to back King up to allow him to enter the ring. King, begrudgingly, complies.
EIGHT…
Jefferson slides into the ring, smirking as one particularly loud fan shouts “About fucking time!”
Fisher: The crowd not at all happy with Jefferson right now, and something tells me that is exactly what he wants. He’s never really been one for listening to the fans or particularly caring what they think of him.
Jefferson and King lock up in the centre of the ring again. Jefferson attempts to take King over with a suplex, but the attempt is blocked so Jefferson stamps forcefully on King’s feet and snaps off a Suplex. He covers…
1
…KICKOUT!
Fisher: Once again Jefferson going for a quick pinfall, but to no avail.
Predator: Let’s hope next time he’s successful because then we can get this snoozefest over and done with and give the Pred-Heads something entertaining to watch!
King and Jefferson lock up a third time, but before either man can gain a significant advantage, Jefferson drives his thumb into King’s eye and takes him over with an Armlock Takedown which he holds onto and locks in an Armbar.
Bardo: And there we see the class, or lack of thereof, of Jack Jefferson. Driving a thumb into the eye of his opponent, simply to get an advantage.
Jefferson releases his hold and drives a boot to the face of his opponent before dragging him into a seated position. Jefferson quickly comes off the ropes and connects with a Running Dropkick, aimed perfectly at the back of King’s neck.
Fisher: Jesus, that was an impactful Dropkick and you can see the pain on King’s face.
Jefferson smirks as he drags King to his feet, kicking him in the midsection before taking him down with a Brainbuster. He covers…
1
2
…KICKOUT!
Bardo: Jefferson spiking King right on his head there, but the resilient ex-champ manages to kick out.
Jefferson leaps to his feet, arguing with ref and angrily slapping his hands together, suggesting that he should count faster. This gives King time to focus again and he rolls Jefferson up while he is still arguing with the ref…
1
2
…KICKOUT!
Fisher: So close, but no cigar. Jefferson caught unaware there and almost made to pay for it.
Jefferson rises, a scowl crossing his face, and nails King with a vicious Knife-Edged Chop, causing various pockets of the crowd to yell “Wooo” as the noise from the chop echoes throughout the arena. King recoils before responding with a chop of his own, forcing Jefferson to wince before firing back a chop of his own. The two men continue trading chops until King eventually wins through and knocks Jefferson to the mat. He covers and the fans count along…
“ONE”…
“TWO”…
“THR…NO!” Jefferson kicks out marginally before the three count. Much to the chagrin of the Fallout faithful.
Predator: I agree with the Pred-Heads on this one, I was hoping that would end there. Get this snooze-fest over and done with, I’ve wrestled more entertaining matches in my sleep.
Jefferson rises angrily, once more getting in the face of the ref.
Jefferson: You bastard! That was a fucking fast count.
He then proceeds to slap the ref, sending him reeling. As the official’s back is turned, Jefferson delivers a swift kick to the King’s crown jewels, doubling the challenger over in pain. Jefferson poses for a split second before taking King down with a Blizzard Suplex. He hooks the leg…
ONE…
TWO…
…THREE!
Iris: Here is your winner and still Fallout TV Champion …“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFERSONNNN!!
The fans boo as Jefferson ascends the turnbuckle placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his right hand on his belt and then holds it aloft as a number of fans take aim and throw streamers at him. Jefferson simply acts like the streamers are a sign of approval, celebrating for his ‘adoring fans’ before strutting up the ramp and through the curtain.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:49:18 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan's Debut! A Heroine's Calling! Act 4 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Fred the security guard, still absurdly high from Act 1, donned a black ski mask and smashed the Osa-P Jewelry store window with the handle of his government issued handgun. While an alarm sounded overhead, he greedily snatched up as much pendants, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets his piggy hands could find.
Fred: Yes! Early retirement, here I come!
Before he could escape, a shrill, clean voice cut through the piercing burglar alarm.
Voice: Stop right there!
Fred: Huh?!
Stepping out of the shadows was...
Aya: How dare you steal the jewels and dreams of innocent girls! Pretty Battle Goddess Magic Prismu...Sanjou! Venus ni kawatte! Sekkan yo!
Fred: What the hell did you just say? Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna kill you, then decorate my house with your bones!
Aya: Uh, Eros, what did he just say?
Eros: Nothing important. Trash him!
Before Aya could make her move, Fred came at her with a billy club, swishing left and right. Aya screamed and dodged, twirling gracefully away, the ribbons of her battle garb dancing in the air.
Aya: Eros! What can I do?!
Eros: Use the Magic Heart Wand! Destroy him!
Nodding, Aya raised her hand to the sky, and in a flash of dazzling pink light, a beautiful wand with a heart shaped headpiece floated gently into her palm. She grasped it, and felt a rush of power flow through her body.
Aya: Lovely Prismu![/b]
Aya waved the wand, sending an arch of cascading light pink energy down at the helpless Fred, blasting him into the wall and knocking him unconscious.
Aya: Ya ta!
Eros: Now, unmask him and see who it is!
Gingerly, Aya knelt down beside him and tugged off his ski mask.
Aya: Ohmigosh, it's that security guy from ACW!
Eros: See! The enemy has already begun to infiltrate ACW. That's why you're here. You must put a stop to this and bring peace back to the land!
Aya: You know, an hour ago, I would have cringed at the thought...but my heart's fluttering...I want to save the world!
Eros: That's the Goddess in you awakening! Come on, let's go before the police come.
With a final nod, Aya and her dog sprint down the back alley. Though Aya's first day as a wrestler came to an end, her adventures are just beginning...
In a dark, deep cave, a cold voice utters a deadly promise...
Voice: So she's awakened...rest assured, this time I *will* kill her! Pretty Goddess Magic Prismu...your soul will be mine!
END VOLUME 1
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:49:49 GMT -5
Segment: Settlin' Time
(Credit: Senator)
Returning from the break, Fallout fanatics are greeted with a rather confused situation in Biff's office, as Biff, Tim Dwight, Craig Lewis, Tyd, and Tony Givens are all seen separating a horde of malcontent ruffians, specifically, the Texan Trio of Stan Johnston, Duke Cogburn and Outlaw Connor from the Royles, Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin.
Biff: Enough! That's it!
Tyd: Stop!
Biff: Ok, ok, you two should especially know better, Conner, Cogburn, you've been around long enough...
Duke Cogburn: The hell I have! They started the mess anyway.
Biff: Is this true?
McGroin: Sure is, and we'd do it again, those damn Yanks wanna try to look at us funny, or something, we'll bust their arses sky high!
Biff: *sigh* Ok, you guys do know you're booked in a match tonight, and far as I know, you two didn't even get a third man...
Biggin: Don't need one to kick their bloody arses!
Biff: Fine, well, I suppose if you want....
Suddenly, a big puff of smoke fills the room, and obstructs the camera's view.
Tim Dwight: Someone turn the fan on, for Heaven's sake...
Tony Givens: I got it...what in the heck just happened here?
The fan is indeed turned on, and the smoke dissipates, to show a familiar individual standing on top of Biff's desk in a dramatic pose...Skurai.
Biff: I've been looking for you, do you have any idea what you did?
Skurai: Sure I did.
Biff: So can you tell me why you're here?
Skurai: Hah, I just wanted to see you squirm. See, you're the one who really screwed me over, and it's time that I collect my debts. Besides, I heard some yelling and fighting, and figured I'd enjoy checking out some more random violence before I depart from here tonight...
Biff: Oh no you don't, Mr. Ninja dude! You just earned yourself a spot in this here match! Since you want to make trouble and turn yourself into a violent thug, why not team with two other violent thugs here? Go get warmed up, you don't have all that long before your match now!
Skurai merely sneers at Biff, never taking his eyes off from the Comissioner, as he throws down a flash grenade of sorts at his feet, once the grenade dissipates, Skurai is absent from the desktop, and Tyd herds the two factions out of the room, with the other officials making sure no more conflicts break out before the match.
Biff: You gotta be kidding me, that jerk just took the finish off the top of my desk with that! Oh, he'll pay, I'll make sure of that, I'll make it certain...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:50:04 GMT -5
Segment: A Thief? (Credit: Yoko)
Deep, deep inside of the Fallout arena…Somewhere in the basement, somewhere dark, somewhere where there is a coffin full of blood on the ground, two figures are standing alone. One is the Reaper, and one is Angelus Kincaid, his leather mask looking particularly ratty, as if falling apart.
Angelus: I don’t care what he did to you, I don’t care if he’s a thief. That doesn’t concern me. The only thing I want is to put him in his place.
Reaper stares at him.
Angelus: I didn’t mean to say what he did was trivial, I only meant that it’s between you two. But we can’t focus on his actions, only on putting him down into the unforgiving earth. Extinguish the flames of the Cremator once and for all.
The Reaper nods.
Angelus: No, I’m not forgetting who’s in charge. I AM thankful for you letting me come back. But I’m not only your enforcer and voice, I can keep you one step ahead of him.
No response as usual from Reaper, but a smile grows on Angelus’ masked mouth, as if they have both come to a silent agreement.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:50:41 GMT -5
Note: Match was not submitted, therefore, you get the dark match format on it.
Match #6:
The Texan Trio(Stan H. Johnston, Outlaw Jack Connor, and Duke Cogburn)
vs. The Royles and Skurai
The Texans, Stan Johnston, Duke Cogburn and "Outlaw" Jack Connor all looked ready for war. The Royles were also chomping at the bit, but Skurai seemed strangely detatched to begin with, not making his usual epic entrance, but walking in after the Royles, to his own music, but no pomp and circumstance otherwise. About ten minutes in, Skurai was tagged in by Ivor Biggin, but then tagged out immediatly to Pat McGroin, and walked out of the ring, and to the back, surprising everyone in the ring, and particuarly ticking off the hooligans. They took it out on the legal man, Duke Cogburn, with an extended double team beatdown, culminating in the Cardiff Crunch(sandwich PK). Cogburn eventually made the tag, using true grit and determination to get to the corner. End result, though, ends up with a McGroin being knocked off the apron, Inoki style, by a mega-fired up Johnston, and Biggin recieved the finishers of all three Texans, the stalling Texan Piledriver from Outlaw, a big time Western Lariat, and ending with Cogburn's Badman Sleeper which ended the match. The Texans celebrated their win in the ring, but there was a sense that they wanted to face an even team of opponents, rather than the impromptu handicap match that it was.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:51:00 GMT -5
Segment: Introductions, Introductions (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the camera pans slightly around the arena as the fans quiet down, expecting the arrival of the next competitors for the next match. Alas, an odd generic piece of music hits the speakers, and Iris takes this opportunity to enter the ring, microphone in hand. She smiles slightly and pauses, as if waiting for a cue, and then turns directly to the camera.
Iris: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I now introduce you to this evening's extraordinary entertainment. Live, from the beautiful Mirage Hotel in sunny Las Vegas, Nevada, this...is..."The Rounder" MATT DOYLE!
The generic theme hits a high crescendo, and at that moment "Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight" by Spinal Tap hits the speakers, and a long line of Vegas showgirls emerge onstage. After a few moments, a man of average build appears onstage, and he pushes the middle girl out of the way, then begins to dance with the others. After a while, he stops and starts heading down the ramp, straightening his exquisite suit and hat. He gets into the ring and grabs the mic from Iris, and waits for the fans to quiet (their reaction is neutral, since they're not sure who this man is).
Doyle: Hello ladies and gentlemen! How are you doing out there tonight?
The fans pop for this, and begin to assume that this will be a relatively pleasant gentlemen.
Doyle: Not you, I'm talking to those dedicated gamblers out there, taking a much needed break from their hard work to watch me in my infinite glory as I address you miserable, unhappy people!
So much for that. The fans begin to boo, and Doyle's expression is one of disbelief and anger.
Doyle: Are you booing me? Well that's preposterous! You don't even know who I am! So let me introduce myself: ladies and gentlemen, I am the Man with a Plan, the Creator of the Cards, the Owner of the Odds, the God of the Gamblers, the MD without a PhD, the Rounder, Matt Doyle!
One couldn't quite describe the crowd's reaction as "silent," but they definitely do not know how to react to this.
Doyle: Let me tell you about myself, because that's why I'm here: I spent my entire life competing in the most difficult sport known to man, and mastered it as best as I could. Some nights when I competed, the odds were stacked against me, but I defeated all of my opponents instantly in the most breath-taking way possible. I speak, of course, of the greatest sport in the world...
The fans cheer loudly...
Doyle: Texas Hold 'Em Poker!
...and stop.
Doyle: There is no greater feeling than tapping that green desk, fiddling around with those cards under those bright lights, and feeling the tension in the room. It is the most epic game known to man, and I was its king for longer than I can remember. But then...something happened.
The fans are listening intently, although they're not sure why.
Doyle: I lost. In the game that I was raised on, in the game that I was BORN to play, I LOST TO A LEGEND. Phil Hellmuth, he was, and he still is, and always will be, one of the greatest players in the world! Forget your Hulk Hogan's and your Stone Cold Steve Austin's, this man was a legend! The youngest World Series of Poker winner of all time, he holds an unbelievable ten poker bracelets, and his total live winnings are close to eight and a half MILLION dollars!
The fans pop for this. Because everyone's a mark for money.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:51:15 GMT -5
Doyle: And while I watched him take all of my chips over to him, I realized that this was a stepping stone in my life. But I wasn't sure what I should do, so I turned to him and said, "Philly Boy, tell me something...what do you do when you lose?" And he said, "Man...I just try harder." And I agreed, so I decided to try harder!
The fans are confused, namely as to why he is currently in the ring if he says he tried harder at poker.
Doyle: Problem was, I had no money. So I'm here to make MORE money, and then I can gamble it all away to achieve my ULTIMATE LIFE'S GOAL...
He pauses to build up the revelation.
Doyle: ...TO KICK PHIL HELLMUTH'S MOTHERFUCKING ASS IN THE CIRCLED CIRCLE AT THE WORLD SERIES OF POKER CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!
The fans aren't quite sure how to react, but they eventually begin to boo because of his cocky mannerisms and his apparently disrespect to wrestling.
Doyle: So that's why I'm here. I saw ACW on television, and I realized this was the place to be. And then...I saw FALLOUT!
The fans know he's going for an easy pop, but they give it to him anyway.
Doyle: And I realized, Fallout is infinitely superior to ACW. It is the vodka to ACW's tonic, the Adam to ACW's Eve, the right testicle to ACW's left testicle, the chips to ACW's fish, and the Lindsay Lohan to ACW's Hilary Duff!
Despite the fact that he put it oddly, the fans still cheer.
Doyle: So here I am, wrestling fans, and my superior skills and tactics will carry me to the top of the Fallout tier, and eventually to the Openweight Title, and more importantly...the paycheck that will change my life forever! So for the fans: here I am. And for those backstage who think they can take me: when you think you have the win, and you raise me ten, I will call that bluff and I will go ALL IN ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' ASSES!!!
And with that, he drops the mic as "Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight" hits the speakers again. After this last comment, the fans realize that he is by no means a good guy, and so they begin to boo him furiously. But he shakes it off, and with his ego still intact, he leaves the ring and goes up the ramp, posing a few times for anyone who sees with a camera (this occurs often, although they don't always take pictures). And after all of the cameras are used up, he disappears backstage, allowing the fans the opportunity to think to themselves just what in the hell happened.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:51:33 GMT -5
Segment: Training Days Still Suck (Credit: Yoko)
We open at the Dwight Gym, and Everyman happens to be training a particular pair of familiar ladies, Mina von Pathos and Violet Cyrilla. They are following his commands and attacking two men hired to take the damage; something they don’t mind so much when it’s two girls attacking them instead of giant men.
Everyman: Good, Mina, good. You’re getting the hang of it. That was a very nice inside cradle.
He looks toward Violet.
Everyman: But that looked more like a botched tackle followed by a jab.
Violet: He was expecting an inside cradle so I surprised him!
Everyman: That’s true, actually, but your actual opponents will expect a punch, so you should surprise them with the inside cradle.
Violet: But when I can just punch them the fuck out…Why should I do a rollup?
Everyman: It’s an inside cradle, and everyone should have one ready to go, just in case. It could pull off a win against a better opponent, or end a match early and save you time. It’s very underrated.
Mina: I might use it on you one day, Violet.
Mary: Or she might use it on you.
The three look toward the door. Violet’s friend-slash-manager, Mary Kane, has entered the gym.
Violet: Time to go?
Mary: No, it’s time for you to get motivated. I’m going to make sure you do this. Adrienne wants a rematch, and as great as your punch is, you had to hit her twice in your last match, the first of which was a fluke hit because you slipped from her grasp.
Violet: How about you get in this ring and try it? It’s a lot stupider than it looks.
Mary shakes her head and sighs.
Mary: Training equals title belt. Title belt equals money. Money equals we can actually have a life. We don’t have band gigs to fall back on now.
Violet: Well maybe if we were out scouting the clubs instead of rolling around in a ring, we could find a band to fall back on.
Mary: Then we’ll go out tonight and look around, but first, please, PLEASE just learn this inside cradle.
Violet: I’m going to hurt you one day for making me do this, Mary.
Violet takes a deep breath and goes back to work as Mary just chuckles.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 17, 2007 3:51:57 GMT -5
Match #7: Anthony Kalb w/Senator Steve Phillips vs. Daniel Ness
(Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: This night is not over yet! Yes, we've had enough happen to fill a month of programming, but the following contest promises to be one heck of a...
Predator: Pfff, this shouldn't even be enough to raise a sweat on our glorious Openweight Champion.
Dean Bardo: If you believe that, I think you might have lost your perspective on the industry.
Predator: Who are you kidding, Daniel Ness is almost the perfect champion, I mean, he's not as awe inspiringly crafted as yours truly, but hey, who is?
Bardo: I'll not answer that question.
Soon, the lights dim, as "Hail to the Chief" plays, heralding the entrance of the Capitalist, with Steve Phillips at his side.
Fisher: Anthony Kalb might not have been the focus of Fallout as of late, but he’s always been one of the toughest men on the show.
Iris: Announcing first, in this non title match, accompanied by Senator Steve Phillips, the Capitalist, Anthony Kaaaaaaalb!
Predator: I can hardly wait for the next man to make his glorious entrance. The Pred-Heads and Corporate Shareholders are holding their breath in anticipation…
And almost as if it were on cue, “Survival of the Sickest” hits the PA system.
Iris: Announcing next, he is YOUR Fallout Openweight Champion, and the Corporate Ace, Daniel Neeeessssss!
Pred: And the crowd goes wild!
Fisher: Can you let us call the match now?
Bardo: Fisher, I’m on your side, for once.
Pred: Hush, my children, and let the true professional take center stage.
Ness manages to get down to the ring, with an alert, but seemingly relaxed posture, he hands off the belt to Yoon, as he steps through the ropes. The Senator pulls Kalb back to the corner, giving him one last word before stepping out of the ring, as the bell sounds. Kalb cracks his neck, before assuming a fighting stance, and motioning for an initial test of strength.
Bardo: The only reason Ness will answer that challenge would be out of his pride, Kalb clearly outweighs him and overpowers him in a stand up grapple situation.
Ness, though, takes a long look at his opponent, and does follow through, clenching in one hand, and then the other. Kalb quickly forces the Openweight champion backwards, almost into a back bridge, clearly showing his power. Ness may have decided to enter the test of strength, but he did not do so without a plan. Before the Corporate Ace can be forced into a tough to escape situation, he quickly kicks both legs up without releasing the handgrip, forcing his feet up into Kalb’s midsection, and rolling back with a basic judo toss, rolling back over on impact into a top mounted position. Most people would have a very tough go of it, trying to escape from the former NCAA wrestler on the mat, but Kalb is not your average competitor. Instead, he manages to get his hands up and under Ness’s legs, slowly forcing him up as he stands to his feet, albeit, a tad awkwardly. The Capitalist finally gets a solid footing, hoisting Ness up into position, and powers him straight down with an elevated Pre-Emptive Strike powerbomb!
Fisher: Whatamove! Anthony Kalb might just get an upset right here if he covers!
Predator: Ha, Pilko’s powerbomb is better than that wuss bomb on his worst day.
Bardo: At the very least, this will give a decisive early advantage to Kalb.
Kalb thinks about covering, but decides better of it, pulling Ness up the hard way, and whipping him into the ropes. Upon the return, Kalb meets his opponent with a high back body drop, sending Ness flying through the air before hitting the mat. The Capitalist drops an elbow, before raining down a series of punches. Ness covers up, avoiding the worst of the strikes, and shows his mat expertise by actually catching a punch, shifting around into a front facelock. Anthony Kalb ducks out of the facelock attempt, though, before Ness can sink it in, dashing back off the ropes, returning with a bonecrushing shoulder block, which sends Ness flying to the outside. The Openweight champ catches his breath, quickly re-evaluating his strategy before returning to the ring. Kalb allows his opponent into the ring in an extremely rare show of sportsmanship, as Steve Phillips is seen nodding his head in approval on the outside. Ness, though, does not respond in kind, immediately lashing out with a sharp toe kick, doubling Kalb over, and locks on a side headlock. Anthony Kalb tries to counter out of the basic submission hold with a backdrop suplex, but the Corporate Ace is able to flip back out of the attempt, landing on his feet, and clubbing his opponent in the back of the head with a hard forearm.
Bardo: I think that Ness is still a bit off from being caught in that big powerbomb from Kalb. He's still able to control the match, though.
Kalb stumbles over to the corner, with Ness close behind, not giving an inch. Ness repeatedly throws a series of back elbows into the head of the Capitalist, using positioning to ensure that his opponent does not leave the corner in the middle of the attacks. This approach pays quick dividends for the Openweight Champion, as Kalb crumples into a seated position, all the better for Ness to respond with a vicious boot choke, using the ropes for leverage. Naturally, head Fallout referee, Jacob Jones, does not allow this to go on for long, and makes a quick five count, before interjecting himself physically into the situation, forcing an irate Daniel Ness to back off. Biff's favored member of the Corporate Club, though, does not stay back for long, charging back in with a swinging knee to the face, and then, a double hand choke, cutting off Kalb's air supply, as Jones forcefully pries him off. As one might guess, this does not go over well, and Ness shoves Jones down to the mat, before going back for another choke...but this time, with the referee down, Kalb is ready with a low blow, dropping the champ to the mat as well.
Fisher: Look at that, Anthony Kalb can use dirty moves as well!
Bardo: If you ever saw his matches before, you'd know that he and Kevin Fitsharris had a whole double team arsenal of dirty moves. Anthony Kalb might be considered a "crowd favorite" here, and Steve Phillips might be telling him to stick to the fair play more than usual, but make no mistake, Kalb can fight dirty as well or better than anyone here on Fallout.
Predator: He learned everything he knows from watching Predator matches as examples, of course.
Anthony Kalb once again takes the offence, stomping the back of Ness's head, and dropping an elbow on the back of his neck. Jacob Jones gets back to his feet, and views the current action suspiciously, knowing full well how things often occur after a referee bump. Even so, he doesn't stop Kalb as he catches a rising Ness, lifting him up into a vertical suplex, stalling for a good eight or so seconds, before dropping him with a tremendous impact. Kalb doesn't stop with that, rolling over, standing back up while holding onto Ness, and hammer throwing his opponent into the opposite ropes. On the return, Ness is met with an incredibly fast drop toe hold to the mat, hitting face first, with no protection for his face.
Bardo: It may be hyperbole, but Kalb does call that the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business for a reason, instead of using it as a transition, or a soft takedown, Kalb launches his opponent straight into the mat or the ropes at a frightening velocity, making it a dangerous part of his offence.
Kalb goes for a quick cover after the move...
...1
...2
...Ness kicks out from the pinfall attempt! Kalb rushes off the ropes as Ness gets back to his feet, coming back with a hard swinging lariat, but Ness is able to duck the arm, catching Kalb with a backdrop lift, swinging the larger opponent around in mid air, before dropping him down neck first onto his knee!
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