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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:11:27 GMT -5
Dark Matches
Match #1: The Rounder, Matt Doyle vs. Gooner
One of the fastest matches in recent history, Matt Doyle made an impressive debut. Gooner started off strong with a series of wildly swinging Mongolian chops, staggering the new competitor. However, when he stepped back, and struck out with a superkick, Doyle ducked under, and horizontal cradled his opponent for the quick win.
Match #2: Julio Rivera vs. El Rey de la Mascara
The longest match of the night by far, but it was still a rather quick affair. El Rey seems to have lost a step since sustaining a leg injury in the latter half of 2006. Julio took full advantage of this, with his usual high speed offence, and while El Rey managed to slow things down at times with several arm drag variations, and a beautiful diving hurricanrana off the turnbuckles, Julio’s spinning release exploder, the Samba Suplex eventually won the day for him, dancing into the pin as usual. Senor Peligro and Mayor Quimby of the Spanish Soldiers charged the ring after the match, but their former member was too fast, and sprinted to the back before they could lay a hand on him.
Match #3: Wolf vs. Corporate Idol, Jeffery Janson
Keeping in tune with the other matches of the night, this one was short and one sided. Wolf, though, didn’t stick to his usual style, instead using a series of headbutts to demolish the vain Janson. The finishing combination was especially significant, as Wolf hit a Fire Thunder Driver on his opponent, before heading up to the top for a massive diving headbutt to gain the win. After the match, he dedicated his efforts to the late Bam Bam Bigelow, before a silent ten count was held for the fallen legend.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:11:47 GMT -5
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Match #1 Fallout Television Title Jack Jefferson vs. Felix Santana Sr.
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Match #2 The Only Reds Fan Debut Match The Only Reds Fan vs. Edgemaster
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Match #3 Ross Lambert Debut Match Ross Lambert vs. "Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez
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Match #4 Sean Nichols Return Match Sean Nichols vs. OLYMPIA ------------------------------------------------------
Match #5 "Violent" Violet Cyrilla and Selina Taylor vs. Adrienne Frost and Jessie Hall
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Match #6 Fallout Tag Titles The Drinkin Boys vs. The Brothers Grimm ------------------------------------------------------
Match #7: Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. Daniel Ness
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This is a Halberd II Production…
So this trout walks into a restaurant and strikes up a conversation with the head chef. “You cooked my father and I’m going to avenge him,” he says. The chef replies, “I did, and I think I’ll cook you too,” and he lifts the trout up by the tail. The trout, clearly not as prepared as he thought he was, has an idea. “Wait!” he says, and continues with, “Let’s play a game of chess. If you win, you can cook me, but if I win, you let me go, and I’ll never come back.” The chef thinks it over and agrees. Now, as we all know, trout are especially good at chess, and he checkmates the chef with six moves. The chef smiles, and then he jabs a knife into the trout and guts him, right there. As his innards spill onto the shiny floor, the trout says “But…I beat you…” and the chef simply responds with, “Your father beat me too.”
The moral of the story is this; It’s Fallout time.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:13:12 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, Biff Taylor is seen in his office, with a giant ACW Ragnarok 2007 poster behind him.
Biff: Now before I get all serious on the dudes and dudettes about tonight, I just wanna add that I got some news for y’all! Yeah, at ACW Ragnarok, there will be Fallout involvement! Not only that, but Daniel Ness will make a big announcement there about his next big contender for the Openweight Title! Oh, I know, it’s ACW and all, but Gingerdude made the offer for us, and I generously accepted, ya know, cause I felt sorry for him, and felt that since we demolished his people before and his programs and his pay-per-views before, that we could help out. So then, you people go out there and order that show! It’s ok, the Biffmeister himself says so.
Biff: And then, tonight. Nothing like the fastest hour on television to get people fired up! And tonight, we got an extra half hour! Yeah, we got seven hard-hitting matches headed right at ya! Added in at the last minute, due to popular demand, the Champion of the Fifth Dimension takes on the returning Sean Nichols! Big womans division collision with Violet Cyrilla and Selina Taylor fighting former champ Adrienne Frost, and veteran Jessie Hall. We got debuts and returns aplenty, too, with former ACW star, The Red’s Only Fan, new competitor Ross Lambert, and the returning Sean Nichols all getting matches tonight! Finally in our main event, the Corporate Ace, Openweight Champion, and all around awesome guy, Daniel Ness will give Dangerous Nicholas Alger a non title match! And you never know what could happen on any given Fallout!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:13:47 GMT -5
TV Title Match (Credit: Jack Jefferson) Jack Jefferson vs. Felix Santana Jr.
As the cameras cut to inside the arena for the first match of the night between Fallout TV Champion, Jack Jefferson and fan favourite, Felix Santana Jr. in Jefferson’s second title defence. Iris steps under the middle rope and into the ring, her mic in her hand.
Iris: This is the first match of the evening. The match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will become Fallout TV Champion! Introducing first, the challenger, from the Dominican Republic and weighing in tonight at 200lbs…Felix Santana JUNIOOOOOR!!
“Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee hits the speakers to a roaring ovation from the fan and Felix bursts through the curtains. He sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope before leaping to his feet and posing on the top rope.
Iris: And his opponent, he is the current reigning and defending Fallout TV Champion, from Manchester, England and weighing in at 206lbs…“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFEERSOOOON!!
“Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, a smirk on his face, and his title around his waist, as the fans boo him profusely. Jack swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and unhooks his title, handing it to the referee.
The ref stands between the two competitors and holds the belt aloft for 10 seconds before handing it to the timekeeper and signalling for the start of the match.
Bell Rings
Jefferson and Santana circle each other, with Santana making the first move and charging at Jefferson. The charge takes the champion by surprise and Felix is able to snap off his patented Spinning Headscissors to DDT manoeuvre. As he kips up, Felix pumps his fists, drawing a loud pop from the fans at ringside. Jefferson shakes his head rapidly, to clear the cobwebs, on his hands and knees. As he is doing this Felix comes stampeding towards Jefferson, knocking him back down to the mat with a Running Low Dropkick to the side of Jefferson’s head. The impact sends Jefferson tumbling out of the ring and the fans into raptures. Felix climbs the turnbuckle as Jefferson tries to find his bearings before slowly, and groggily, dragging himself to his feet. Santana waits patiently on the turnbuckle, urging Jefferson to turn and face him. The instant he does Santana leaps, forming up for a Diving Cross Body, as he connects with the move Jefferson rolls with the impact, rolling through to a standing position whilst holding onto Felix in a Fallaway Slam-type position. Once he has reached his vertical base Jefferson hoists Santana up and spikes him on his head courtesy of a Brainbuster. He then rolls Santana into the ring and covers…
…1
…2
…Kickout! Jefferson’s eyes bulge in surprise as Santana manages to kick out.
He heaves Santana into a seated position before coming back off the ropes and hitting him with a Shining Wizard to the face. He then drags the dazed Santana to his feet, drilling him with a series of Knife-Edged Chops, finishing with a powerful European Uppercut. As Santana hits the mat, Jefferson climbs through the ropes onto the apron, posing for the crowd before hitting a Slingshot Senton. He covers…
…1
…2
…once again Felix kicks out. Jefferson is irate and slaps the mat before getting in the refs face, yelling at him to count quicker.
Whilst Jefferson has his back turned Felix takes the opportunity to hit him with a Snap Dropkick to the lower spine, sending Jefferson crumbling into the ropes. Santana attempts to drag Jefferson to his feet but receives a European Uppercut for his troubles. Jefferson follows up with a Kryptonite Krunch and hooks Santana’s leg…
…ONE
…TWO
…THR-KICKOUT! Jefferson is stunned as Santana kicks out for a third time.
Santana crawls slowly over to the corner, clutching his head and hauls himself to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. Jefferson stalks him, mocking him as he struggles valiantly to his feet. As he turns, Jefferson nails him in the gut with a well-placed kick before lifting him onto his shoulder. Jefferson holds his arms out with Santana struggling on his shoulder before nailing him with a Fire Thunder Driver. He covers…
…ONE
…TWO
…THREE!
Iris: Your winner and still Fallout TV Champion…“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFEERSOOOON!!
The fans boo loudly as Jack is handed his title before posing with it on the turnbuckle. He smirks at the negative reaction directed towards him. He fastens the title around his waist and dons his jacket again before strutting up the ramp and into the bank as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre plays in the background.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:14:08 GMT -5
Segment: No More Training? (Credit: Yoko)
Mary Kane has arrived at the Dwight Gym to both check in on Violet’s training and to take her to her upcoming match.
But upon entering, Mina Von Pathos is the only female training. Violet is off in the corner, quietly strumming on her guitar, and looks to have been for a while, as she is not visibly sweaty or tired.
Mary: Violet, what’s up?
Violet: I think it’s out of tune.
Mary: You’re supposed to be training. Big tag match tonight, remember?
Violet: Mary, I’ve been thinking about this training thing. It isn’t for me. This whole thing isn’t for me. I can’t learn this stuff, I’m better off taking care of things my own way like I have been.
Mary: But you need to train, you need to learn how-
Violet: I NEED to start a new band. I’m a musician, Mary. A bass player. And you’re a guitar player. Did you forget?
Mary: No, but the mo-
Violet: I think the money has blinded you or something. Yes, we need it. But we can get it with a band. Remember? People might actually want to come see us now, too. This wrestling thing gave me national exposure or something, right?
Mary starts to say something, but doesn’t. Then she does.
Mary: You’re right. We could go places in a band now.
Violet: Traveling the world.
Mary: Staying in luxury hotels.
Violet: Playing for thousands of people.
Mary: Selling out giant arenas.
Violet: Performing the greatest rock concert ever!
Mary: But first things first, you need a band. And before that, you have a match. So, let’s go?
Violet: Fine, fine.
Violet stands and they leave.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:14:23 GMT -5
Segment: Vicious Assault! (Credit: Senator)
R.J. Fisher: Welcome back to the show, everyone, up next we have an interview...what? No, say that again? We're going to the back, where apparently, there's a brawl in progress...
The camera cuts to the back, showing a chaotic scene. A large stack of boxes are shown blocking the door to what looks to be the Texan's locker room, as Ivor Biggin blasts Stan Johnston in the head with an overhead swing, wielding a lead pipe. Pat McGroin follows up with a haymaker punch, sending the rough hewn Johnston slumping against the stack of boxes. Biggin lifts Johnston's right arm up, and before he can do anything, McGroin charges in, blasting Johnston's elbow with a vicious Cardiff Kick. Biggin stomps the shoulder, before propping the arm up once again on the boxes. The Royles back up again, off camera, before rushing back on with a cargo pallet, slamming it down together on Johnston's already weakened lariat delivering arm, the sound of the heavy wooden object resounding loudly as it echoes through the hallways. The Royles laugh at the damage they managed to incur, Biggin stomping one more time on Johnston as security rushes onto the scene.
Bardo: At the least, Johnston's arm will be bruised and sore for weeks. Looking at it from this angle, it seems as if it might actually be broken from that last attack.
Fisher: Awful, simply awful! Stan H. Johnston relies on that right arm for his finisher! Someone needs to do something about those two hooligans before they wreak even more havoc around here!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:14:39 GMT -5
Match: Mr Red vs. Edgemaster (Credit: Jack Jefferson; Red for intro segment)
It’s time for the second match of the evening and the first of two debut matches and the fans are red hot. Iris steps into the ring and the fans, sensibly, quieten down and allow Iris to announce the competitors.
Iris: Introducing first, making his Fallout debut and weighing in at 200lbs…Mr. REDDD!!
The lights suddenly turn red and “Reds Fan” by Freekbass begins to blare throughout the arena. The crowd rises to their feet and begin to cheer as Mr. Red appears atop the stage. They haven’t seen him in over 2 months and he looks just as good as he did when he disappeared. Red marches down the aisle towards the ring with his bat on his shoulder. He reaches out to slap hands with a few fans but pulls away from them at the last second, laughing as he does so.
Mr. Red gets to the ring and tosses the bat inside. He then slides into the ring and hops onto one of the turnbuckles to pose for the crowd. After posing, he demands a mic from a ringside worker.
Red: That’s right, bitches. The former ACW Entertainment Champion is now home….here on Fallout. I bet all of you want to know why I am not on the ACW side of the roster… ain’t that right?
Crowd boos and even starts a “you suck” chant
Red: You think that now, but wait til I’m wearing Fallout Television Title. Hell, wait til you see me in my debut match here in a moment. I’m looking to be the greatest wrestler of my generation.
Crowd boos become more intense
Red: Keep showing me all the disrespect you jackasses want. I don’t work for you anyways. I work for that little guy back there that signs my paycheck. I don’t wrestle for you guys. I wrestle for myself.
Crowds chanting changes to “go..the fuck..home.”
Red: Get used to seeing me around, you sad bunch of idiots. Fallout…is….home.
Mr. Red throws his mic at the ringside worker and paces around the ring while brandishing his bat in the air as he awaits his opponent….
Iris: And his opponent, from Dwight’s gym…EDGEMASTERRR!!
"Still Waiting" by Sum 41 hits and the crowd pop loudly for the popular who sprints down the ramp, waving to the fans and slides under the bottom rope, straight into a series of stomps from Red.
Bell Rings
Red stamps repeatedly on Edgemasters head until the ref forces him to desist. He then drives his fist into Edgemasters head and drags him to his feet before poking him in the eyes and hitting him with the British Fall DDT while his is temporarily blinded. He covers…
…1
…Kickout. Red looks less than pleased as Edgemaster kicks out of the pinning predicament.
He drags Edgemaster to his feet and chops him viciously in the chest, Edgemaster shrinks down slightly with the pain and turns away. Red spins him back round and chops him a second time, forcing Edgemaster to fire back with a chop of his own before coming off the ropes to hit Red with a Headscissors Takedown. As Red rises back to his feet he is knocked back down by a Springboard Dropkick from his opponent, who covers…
…1
…2
…Kickout marginally after the 2 count by Red. He angrily slaps Edgemaster in the face as if he has no right to even attempt to pin him. Red then takes Edgemaster down with a Front Backbreaker. Red then hauls Edgemaster back to a vertical base and hits him with the Blood Red before rolling him up…
…ONE
…TWO
…THREE!
Iris: Your winner, via pinfall…Mr. REDDD!!
The fans boo as Red climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate what he made look like an easy maiden victory.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:15:05 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan Wants Ice Cream! Diet Attack! Act 1 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Konnichiwa, minna! My name's Amori Aya, but friends call me Aya-chan! I'm a pretty successful pop star in Japan, and I *loved* my job. One day, I met a strange puppy named Eros. He told me I was a reincarnation of a Goddess sent to Earth to fight evil! Now, I have to train and perfect my fighting ability at a *wrestling* federation in America! I'm a little scared--okay, a *lot* scared--but I think everything will work out! I think...^.^
Eros: Aya-chan! What are you doing?!
Aya: Nani?!
Eros flopped comically off the sofa in Aya's locker room, crashing violently to the floor. He winced, writhing in shock and pain.
Eros: You can't possibly be thinking of eating that.
Aya: Why not?
Aya clutched her open tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream possessively, as if wary of hungry thieves.
Eros: You're the Pretty Battle Goddess, Magic Prismu! You can't eat ice cream, or else you'll...
Aya suddenly dropped the tub, rounding on Eros dangerously, eyes flashing.
Aya: Or *what*?
Words failed Eros. He squeaked, darting behind a chair. Aya tapped her foot impatiently.
Eros: Uh, n-nothing, Aya-chan!
Snarling, Aya snatched Eros by the neck, dangling him in the air.
Aya: Eros, tell me!
Eros: You'll...get fat...
A moment later, Eros was sprawled on the floor, moaning in pain.
Aya: I can't get fat! I'm a pop star!
Eros: I know, Aya-chan. So let's do something about it! Throw away the ice cream!
Aya: I refuse. I love ice cream. I might as well stop being a Pretty Battle Goddess, too.
Eros: You can't do that! You're *destined* to fight evil!
Aya: Hmph, we'll see about that.
Aya collected her tub and dug a spoon deep into the minty goodness down below. With somewhat obscene satisfaction, she shoveled more dairy down her throat.
Eros: Ahhhhh Aya-chan, you need help. And I must find someone who will break you of this un-Goddess like habit. You'll never awaken your powers if you refuse to emulate your past self.
Aya: Whatever, Eros. I'd like to see anyone try to make me give up ice cream. I live for this!
Frowning, Eros waddled over to a phone book, flipping through pages.
Eros: Diet and exercise, diet and exercise...ahah!
Eros's eyes twinkled happily. Reaching for his phone, he dialed the number listed on the page...
Eros: Yes, we need a personal trainer pronto. Hopefully someone who can speak Japanese...no we don't want a porn star! I said *trainer*! Okaythanksbaibai.
Aya: What did you just say?
She had been too absorbed in her ice cream consumption to notice what Eros was doing.
Eros: Uh, nothing, Aya-chan! Don't you have a match tonight?
Aya: Nope!
Eros: Well, if that’s the case then… Aya, let me have a little taste of your mint chocolate chip--
Aya swatted Eros away with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Aya: I thought ice cream made you fat, Eros! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.
In reply, Eros stuck out his tongue before diving once more, landing face first in the tub.
Aya: Eros!
Eros: Mmmm...mint chocolate chip--itai!
A dust cloud soon billowed up as dog and girl exchanged swipes and blows. The ice cream rolled away, neglected. Which was exactly what Eros intended all along.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:15:25 GMT -5
Segment: There and Back Again: A Narcissistic Narrative (Credit: Wyvern)
Camera cuts backstage, where Sean Nichols apparently is holding the camera with his hands, speaking directly into it.
Sean: Well, howdy Fallout fans! It took me long enough, but Seanbaby is ringing in the New Year tonight! 2007 for Sean Nichols kicks off in a big way tonight, as I square off against that Power Ranger wannabe, OLYMPIA!
Sean tilts the camera a bit, as it’s clear his cockiness hasn’t dissipated in the least – it grew. The only thing different about Sean from the last time we’ve seen him, gone is most of his hair, cut into a more contemporary hairstyle ala Christian Cage. Sean smiles, before speaking again.
Sean: So here I am, on Fallout, the land of the lost. I say this, because this is the culmination of all the talent the world lost when they settled for ACW instead. While we might not be on bad terms anymore, I’m on a personal mission to become the beacon of professional wrestling expertise. And I’ll do it – I’ve done it before. Hell, I’ve stood toe-to-toe with Wyvern, who could arguably be the best wrestler in the ACW to never have held the World Title. But enough about him, I mean, I’m on good terms with him and all, but it’s about me, right here, right now!
A quick pause, before Nichols launches into his dialetic.
Sean: This year, I’ll sure as shit prove to all of you Fallout fans why I, the 24/7 highlight reel, the reason for the season, Seanbaby, deserves to be nothing short of numbero uno. And I’m starting tonight, as I go head to head with one of the best Fallout has to offer, OLYMPIA. However, I’m not entirely keen on facing some wannabe superhero in what looks to be a giant body condom. Well, no matter, I’m Sean Nichols, and that’s saying a lot.
Nichols smirks and chuckles for a moment or two, before continuing.
Sean: OLYMPIA, bring all you’ve got. Call up the fifth dimension, and tell them to bring out an endless supply of ass-kicking juice. Why? It’ll damn well take more than jiggawatts and space cannons to take out the one man armada that is the prestige, Sean Nichols! You see, we aren’t that uncommon from one another. Both of us are superheroes in our own right. You, though, PRETEND while I live out the profession in the ring each and every time I’m out there.
Looking a bit riled up, Nichols brushes his hair back with one hand for a quick moment while drawing in a deep breath. He nearly drops the heavy camera due to not expecting the actual weight it carries. He regains his composure, before speaking again.
Sean: That’s right, everyone. I, Sean Nichols, am back home. And I’m here to stay, so get ready everyone, because I’m not stopping until I dominate each and every one of you, proving my biological superiority to you all. I’ve been in the land of competition back in the ACW, and tasted the throes of success, but it won’t compare to when I do it on my own. So, people forget what you’ve heard – Sean Nichols is here to rule with an iron fist of competition, and before anyone of you get the notion about my stature, allow me to clarify it as best as I can: SIZE DOESN’T MATTER!
With that, Sean clicks the camera off.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:15:49 GMT -5
Match: Ross Lambert Debut Match: Ross Lambert v. “Latin Lunatic” Pablo Lopez (Credit: Dalton)
As we come back from break, “Latin Lunatic” Pablo Lopez is already in the ring, his theme “Free For All” by Ted Nugent still playing over the loud speakers. Iris looks to Pablo, then raises the mic to introduce the next competitor. “Enter Sandman” by Met—I mean Jim Johnston blares over the loud speakers, and all eyes move to the entrance ramp.
Iris: Introducing his opponent, making his in-ring debut tonight! He weighs in at 280 lbs and stands at 6’ 5” in height, Ross Lambert!
Ross makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, keeping his eyes glued on Lopez. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans and anyone who tries to greet him. Once he reaches the ring, he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to the apron. Lambert steps into the ring, and quickly pummels Lopez with an elbow to the head. The referee signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Following the quickly elbow to the head, Lambert grabs Lopez, throwing him in to the corner. This leads into Lambert giving Lopez five hard punches to his gut, then one to his face. Lambert steps back, allowing his opponent to fall to the mat. Lopez, however, quickly gets back up, and attempts to give Lambert a clothesline. Lambert, in quick fashion, ducks the clothesline. Lopez, now in the center of the ring, turns around to face Lambert, and is met by Lambert’s arm, who decided to give him a clothesline of his own. Lopez, now on his back, attempts to kip up back to his feet, but is met mid air by another Lambert clothesline. Lopez lies on the mat, somewhat dazed. Lambert picks him up and Irish Whips him in to the ropes across the ring. Lopez bounces and runs back towards Lambert. Upon reaching Lambert, Lopez is dropped by a drop-to-hold, then quickly put into a reverse STF. He pulls back, wrenching on Lopez’s extremities. The ref looks to Lopez, asking him if he wants to quit. Lopez appears to be close to tapping, and almost does, but Lambert releases the hold before he can.
The ref looks at Lambert and asks him what he’s doing. Lambert just menacingly looks at the ref before picking Lopez up. Lambert lets go, letting Lopez stand up on his own. Without warning, Lopez jumps to hit a standing dropkick. However, this is completely unsuccessful as Lambert has stepped back a bit. This causes Lopez to miss, kicking air, and landing on his back hard. Lambert looks down at Lopez and shakes his head befoe lifting him back up. Lopez is lifted into a crucifix powerbomb position, and slammed into the turnbuckle, causing his neck to snap back. The ref tries to push Lambert away so he can check on Lopez, but Lambert doesn’t let him. He picks up Lopez into a crossbody hold. He walks to the middle of the ring, looking across the crowd. Without notice, he swings Lopez around and falls to the mat, nailing an Implant DDT, which Lambert calls an XG-K9. He rolls Lopez over into a pin and tells the ref to count.
1. 2. 3.
Bell rings.
Iris: And the winner of this match by pinfall, Ross Lambert!
Ross looks at his fallen opponent before rolling out of the ring, as “Enter Sandman” blares in the background. He makes his way up the entrance ramp as emergency personnel make their way to the ring to check on Lopez. Lambert disappears behind the curtain.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:16:08 GMT -5
Segment: Aya-chan Wants Ice Cream! Diet Attack! Act 2 (Credit: Amori Aya)
Aya neglected to shower in the morning--she was too tired to bring herself to do any productive activity. She opted for a steamy rinse in her private locker room. Humming her "C'est la Vie" single, she switched off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping her drying body securely with a fluffy pink towel.
Aya: ~This warm feeling is C'est la Vie~...NANI?!
Man: Personal Trainer...HERE!
Standing in the doorway was an eldery Japanese man, dressed in a traditional Shinto priest garb. He was about 4'8, though Aya was immediately intimidated. Waves of power seemed to emanate from his very person. This was not someone who could be bullied.
Aya: Demo...I didn't ask for a personal trainer!
Eros: I know! I did!
Eros jumped out from behind the man, wearing a very smug expression. The trainer, however, did not notice Eros at all.
Eros: Don't worry, I casted a small hypnosis spell on him. He can't detect my presence or hear my voice at all.
Aya: You little--!
Before she could berate her guardian puppy, a club swished through the air and rapped her smartly on the head. She cried out and fell to one knee.
Sensei: Kneel before your Sensei! I am here to train you, you silly little girl.
Aya: Hai, Sensei!
He stood imperiously over his charge, scrutinizing her with one eye.
Sensei: Since you seem to like ice cream so much, you must carry the ice cream tubs I brought from my house all the way to my car, which is conveniently parked on the very top of a steep hill not too far away. Now, go!
Aya: Itekimasu, Sensei!
Scared senseless, Aya scurried away, picking up as many ice cream tubs as she could carry. They were immensely heavy--Aya doubted they were filled with ice cream. Probably rocks, or small boulders. Grunting with the effort, she slowly made her way outside, Eros trailing not far behind, greatly enjoying watching Aya toil without rest.
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In a deep, dark cave, a shadowy figure sat haughtily on a throne adorned with decaying human skulls. Kneeling before him was a slender, unassuming younger man with wavy blonde hair. He placed a hand respectfully over his breast and averted his eyes from his master. His dark, tight fitting battle suit camouflaged him eerily with the cave's dark surroundings.
Voice: Report, Amphion. Have you made progress in your assignment of collecting the human energy?
Amphion: My master, I have created a daemon that's ready to strike at your will.
Voice: Excellent. Go, now. Strike the humans for the glory of our God!
Amphion: Hai!
In a flash of black light, Amphion teleported away to his private quarters...
Amphion: Icey-Icey, arise!
A hideous daemon emerged from the floor, slowly materializing as if its atoms flew to join each other from all sides of the room. Icey-Icey had a striking resemblance to an ice cream cone, though with short stubby legs and arms. It roared, swinging around an ice cream scooper menacingly.
Icey-Icey: Ice cream...destroy!
Amphion: Go, Icey-Icey! Steal the human energy!
Icey-Icey: Hai!
Icey-Icey hopped into a nearby black hole vanishing from sight. Amphion growled, a cackle of dark energy growing in his palm.
Amphion: Earthlings, beware! We *will* steal your energy...and resurrect our fallen God! Bwahahahahahahaha!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:16:32 GMT -5
Segment: Fallout Formation (Credit: Senator)
With the show returning, Steve Phillips, Anthony Kalb, and Will Anger are seen in the back at the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium.
The Senator: Ok, one more moment, and we should be good.
Kalb: Fine enough, but I want to get back to training, Daniel Ness got me, yeah, but I can beat him if I work hard enough to get back into condition, I know it!
Anger: You don't mind that I showed up, I guess. Kalb and I were just hanging around, and I got bored. And I hate being bored!
Senator: Not only do I not mind, I actually am glad that you showed up, it makes things a bit more complicated, but then again, perhaps it is easier this way...ah, there you are!
??: Aww, Senator, what's up with this?
A familiar voice sounds as its owner, Kevin Fitsharris steps around the corner, into camera range. Along with him, is the beautiful and hard working Mina von Pathos.
Kalb: Not...you. Sir, I think I now know what you brought me here for...
Senator: Yes, I originally intended to just bring you two here for a little talk, but the extended entourage might benefit as well from this conversation. Here goes, as you all know, Fallout can be a rough place. A difficult one to get booked in, at that. Now, Anthony, Kevin, you both were once one of the best teams in the industry. I think it is beyond time to look past previous difficulties and squabbles. You both are stronger as allies than you are apart. Will, Miss Mina, you both may also consider this an offer.
Mina: An offer?
Senator: Yes. Fallout, as I was saying, is not a good place to be in, if you do not have backup, if you do not have someone being there for you. You have Biff's often bizarre booking style, leaving people out if he forgets or grows tired of them. You have his Corporate Club, who consider themselves untouchable, and I know that other than Mina, you three are not well liked in the general locker room, having ticked off about every single person there at some point. Thus, this offer is for you all to join...the Senatorial Stable.
Anger: Daaaaaaamn!
Fitsharris: You want us back in ACW?
Senator: No! I propose that, with me as your leader here on Fallout, you four become the charter members of this branch of the Stable. We all can gain from such a thing, and I will ensure that you remain strong and relevant here on this show.
Kalb: I'll go for that. Pretty sure Will's in, too.
Anger: Yeah, about time I did SOMETHING around here!
Kalb: Now, as for Fitsy and his new little vampy girlfriend...
Mina: Hey, I'm up for it, if it means that you'll help me work to the top, I got no problem. And Kevin doesn't have a proble...
Fitsharris: Hey! I didn't say that...
Mina: I'M saying that you'll be good here! Besides, isn't it 'bout time you fess up and apologise for being a dope to your old friends?
Fitsharris: Hmph...fine. I'll accept.
Senator: That is all I needed to know. And Miss Mina, it sounds as if you already have a good idea of what Mr. Fitsharris can be like at times...and that my friends, is nothing...
Fitsharris: ...but the truth! I wanted to do that again!
Mina: Aye yi yi, Kev, you're a dope!
Steve Phillips, Will Anger, and Mina von Pathos make their way back off screen, leaving the two old rivals and friends behind.
Kalb: (mumbling) Whipped like a mule.
Fitsharris: I heard that, you moron! And for the record, don't think I really liked it when you powerbombed me through a glass window back in the day!
Kalb: Yeah, yeah, I'm not even going to start in on all the problems that you started.
Fitsharris: So? I messed up and acted like an idiot, Biff's made me look like a fool every time he felt like putting me on TV since, Mighty Masked Mercury, Lumber Jack Daniels, sheesh.
Kalb: Can I still count on you in the ring? I mean, you've been doing all that goofy junk for how long now?
Fitsharris: Honest truth?
Kalb: Go ahead.
Fitsharris: I might not be as good anymore, but I'm desperate. I want to be respected again.
Kalb: Know the feeling, been there, done that. Ok, fine, I accept your apology.
Fitsharris: Huh? Apology?
Kalb: You don't need to say it directly to get it across. Look, you might tick me off sometimes, but you know, we need people we can trust to stick around with. Even if that happens to be someone I can trust to be an idiot. The Capitalists are back as a team again, if you think you can handle it.
Fitsharris: Really, I don't know if I can...but Mina's let me know that I can at least give it a fighting chance. That's all I can promise, and that's what you'll get.
Kalb: Good enough for me, hell, I know I can more than hold my end, enough to cover for your jobberishness. The more things change...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:16:50 GMT -5
Segment: A Tribute to Absent Friends (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
We return from the commercial break and cut to inside the arena. The crowd are thoroughly enjoying the show and are excitedly discussing what they think will happen in the upcoming matches. Suddenly they are interrupted as the opening beat of “Next Episode” by Dr Dre comes through the speakers, flooding the arena. The fans pause for a second and begin to boo as Jack Jefferson struts through the curtain wearing a tailored black suit, accompanied by a red silk shirt, unbuttoned at the top, handmade Italian shoes and, of course, his TV Title over his right shoulder. In his right hand he holds a mic which he swings as he swaggers down to the ring, climbing up the steps and in through the middle rope.
Jefferson: Cut the music.
As the music turns to silence to boos increase and towards the back a “Fuck You Jefferson” chants begins, catching hold like wildfire until 99% of the fans inside the arena are chanting for the Fallout TV Champion to fuck himself. Jefferson stands, patiently at first, before growing increasingly impatient and irate, the frown lines on his forehead growing ever more prominent. As the chants reach fever pitch, he snaps.
Jefferson: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Some of the fans stop chanting, whilst others continue regardless.
Jefferson: I’m trying to fucking talk here! Did you inbred maggots not learn any manners or was your father too busy fucking his sister to spawn your next mutant sibling to discipline you?!
He is cut off as the boos start up once more, some fans even going as far as to throw bottles at him. As Jefferson ducks a Coke-come-missile the trademark cocky smirk returns to his face.
Jefferson: Anyway, let’s get down to serious business shall we?
The boos quieten down a little, the fans seem to have taken the “the earlier he talks, the earlier he leaves” mentality.
Jefferson: Earlier on in the evening you all witnessed another sublime title defence by the best damn champion this company has ever seen, TV Title or otherwise.
The fans jeer Jefferson as soon as he pauses to take breath.
Jefferson: But the point is, you shouldn’t have seen it yet! I should be in the Main fucking Event, not curtain jerking like some worthless trainee. So, management, take fucking notice…as we both know, my sixth month contract expires at the end of February and if I don’t start getting treated like I fucking deserve I’m going to sign one of the other numerous offers I have on the table and take this title with me! We both know for damn sure that no-one around here is capable of taking it from me.
A wide smirk grows on the face of Jefferson as the fans fall for the bait and begin hurling a torrent of abuse down upon him.
Jefferson: Anyway, on a lighter note, I’m sure you all saw what happened last week. Well, Marcus Curtis was, regrettably, suspended for this week’s show as a result. So, this week I have decided to hold a small tribute for him.
He nods at a backstage worker at ringside and within seconds the Kenyan flag begins descending from the rafters and the Kenyan national anthem begins to play out of the speakers. Jefferson bows his head for around 15 seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an unknown object. Muttering begins filtering through the crowd as they try to figure out what he is holding. Jefferson takes a bottle of Jack Daniels from his pocket and holds it aloft.
Jefferson: A tribute to absent friends!
Jefferson takes a large mouthful, holds it in his mouth for a few seconds before spitting it onto the flag before setting it alight. The crowd gasp as the flames quickly consume the material. Meanwhile, Jefferson simply struts up the ramp, a wide smirk on his face, being passed by half a dozen sprinting backstage workers holding Fire Extinguishers.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:17:05 GMT -5
Match: Sean Nichols vs OLYMPIA (credit: Marcus Curtis)
The fans inside the Fallout arena are happy with what they have already witnessed on tonight’s show and they are busy conversing over the events that have taken place. The faint murmur of their conversations dies down when they spot Iris Yoon climbing into ring, microphone in hand, ready to introduce the following match that was a late, but welcome addition to an already strong card bustling with talented workers.
Iris: Ladies and gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…from the 5th Dimension!...he weighs in at 170 pounds….OLYMPIA!!!!! The arena lights go out. The intro to "Through The Fire And Flames" begins on the house speakers, golden strobes and a huge golden mask dominated by a black star in the middle of the face flashing onto the JumboTron flicker to the beat of the drums. As the song begins in earnest, OLYMPIA takes the stage. He is wearing a golden cape with white on the in-side, and he pauses to pose with both fists touching one another over his chest. He goes down the ramp, slapping every hand put in his direction all the way around the ring before climbing the stairs and jumping in over the top rope, climbing the opposite turnbuckle to signal to the crowd once more.
R.J. Fisher: Well ladies and gentlemen, this match was announced by Biff yesterday on ACW.com as a bonus match for all the fans in attendance.
Dean Bardo: And what a bonus match it is, two of Fallout’s premier competitors facing off for the first time.
Iris: And his opponent…he weighs in at 164 pounds,,, and hails from Madison Wisconsin…Sean Nichols!!!!!
“Just Because” hits as a alternating green and yellow light pattern takes over the lighting scheme as Sean makes his way out to the ring. He stops right outside of the entranceway, throwing off a pair of sunglasses and screaming his catchphrase “Size doesn’t matter!” After that, he struts down to ringside with a cocky swagger and climbs into the ring. He then proceeds to get right in the face of OLYMPIA, trash talking him and making a twig snapping motion with his hands.
Fisher: Nichols trying to get into the head of his opponent here.
Bardo: The only thing is, how will Nichols know if he’s in the head of OLYMPIA? The clearest indicator of fear is the eyes, and OLYMPIA’s eyes are hidden behind his mask.
Fisher: Good point there Dean.
The referee has finished checking over the opponents for foreign objects and being satisfied with the fruits of his labour calls for the bell to be rung.
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
The competitors begin circling each other, maintaining eye contact at all times, they slowly approach each other before locking horns in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, they both jostle and struggle with each other before breaking the hold and staring each other down, they tie up again but this time OLYMPIA uses his superior speed and reflexes and quickly snaps off an elegant arm drag on Nichols who rolls to his feet and stares angrily at him. Nichols slowly paces his way around the ring before locking up again in a tie-up only to again be hit with a beautiful arm drag, Nichols again rolls to his feet and the expression on his face is even more contorted in anger and embarrassment. The fans at ringside give Nichols a bit of stick and he duly responds to them with a barrage of four letter words.
Fisher: Nichols seems to be letting these fans get under his skin here.
Bardo: Not only the fans but it’s clear that OLYMPIA is under his skin too.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jan 22, 2007 10:17:20 GMT -5
The fans who were initially hurling abuse at Nichols have now calmed down as has Nichols himself. He re-approaches OLYMPIA and they tie up again, this time he quickly pushes OLYMPIA towards a nearby corner, however OLYMPIA quickly shifts his feet and reverses the move, instead forcing Nichols into the corner. The referee swiftly moves to the duo and issues a five count, OLYMPIA obliges and breaks the hold cleanly, Nichols gets annoyed that he was countered and shoves OLYMPIA in the chest, he again tries to shove him but OLYMPIA grabs one of his arms and performs yet another arm drag. Nichols again rolls to his feet but this time violently attacks OLYMPIA with a series of Muay Thai kicks that are delivered to the entire body of OLYMPIA. He floors him with a well placed kick to the chest. Nichols showcases his ruthless streak and immediately delivers a foray of knee and elbow drops before getting right in the face of OLYMPIA trash talking him a-la Stone Cold. He grabs OLYMPIA by the mask and drags him to his feet. He trash talks him again before hoisting him up and slamming him to the mat with a scoop slam. Nichols then locks in a head scissors in the middle of the ring, OLYMPIA desperately tries to wriggle out of the hold but Nichols has it locked in tight. OLYMPIA manages to roll backwards and tries to counter the hold into a single leg crab, Nichols fights against the hold and manages to counter the hold into a modified small package.
ONE
TW-Kickout
Both men quickly get to their feet and Nichols quickly cuts off OLYMPIA with a knee to the mid-section followed by a snapmare and a swift dropkick to the back. Nichols is about to shoot off the ropes when he hears a fan in the front row shout an inflammatory comment his way. He stops and begins to shout at the fan.
Bardo: What is he doing? Nichols is in control of this match and he’s wasting time arguing with a fan.
Fisher: This is the problem with Nichols, he gets easily distracted and this on some occasions costs him a victory.
Meanwhile in the centre of the ring, OLYMPIA is back to his feet and is stalking Nichols, when Nichols turns around he is hit with the Continuum Rift to a massive pop from the fans. Nichols slowly gets to his feet and is hit with a Float-over DDT. The fans have reached a fever pitch after seeing OLYMPIA hit some of his trademark moves. He signals for the Space Fusion Driver and the fans get to their feet, OLYMPIA waits for Nichols to get to his feet and shoots off the ropes before rebounding back at Nichols and hitting the springboard blockbuster. OLYMPIA hooks the leg of Nichols.
ONE
TWO
THR-Kickout
OLYMPIA and the fans at ringside cannot believe Nichols kicked out. OLYMPIA signals for the 1.21 Gigawatt Strike.
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