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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 4, 2007 23:42:55 GMT -5
Dark Matches
Match #1: The Texans vs. The Southern Smashers Without the injured Stan Johnston, Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn decided to carry on by themselves, facing two of the most prolific jobbers around today. The Smashers, despite their horrid win-loss record, put up a tough fight, standing toe to toe with the two veterans on the opposing team, trading strikes, and even winning out on a few exchanges. Rich Richardson, though, dropped the fall early on, after Evan Dixon ate a Cyclone Slam from Cogburn, and recieved a double team stalling brainbuster that put him down for the count.
Match #2: Julio Rivera vs. Senor Peligro Easily, the best match of the preshow. Julio's been on form as of late, but he faced a very tough challenge from the spectacular Senor Peligro. The Spanish Soldier member's unique offence kept Rivera off guard from the start, with his dangerous suicide hip toss sending both men plummeting to the outside right away. Peligro also hit a somersault senton attack running off the apron, and a springboard backflip into an inverted hurricanrana to Rivera. The Irresistable Force, however had a clear strength advantage, an uncommon occurance for the usually-outsized high flyer. His explosive strength came into play for much of the latter stage in the match, hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, hurricanrana counter powerbomb, and even a military press rib breaker. Peligro seemed down for the count after the latter move, but Maxmillion de la Cruz made an appearence, distracting Rivera long enough for his Soldier to partially recover. A partial recovery was all that was needed for Peligro to get back to his feet, bringing Rivera down with a low cross chop, bringing his opponent to a seated position, before hitting his low angle running missile headbutt, for a two count. The end came when Peligro went up top for a diving attack, but Rivera popped up, and hit him with an avalanche Samba Suplex for a decisive win.
Match #3: Ten-Ka, the Jungle Queen vs. Alexis Bijoux This match was in stark contrast to the previous one, being a total squash. To her credit, Alexis put up a nice fight, showing a decent amount of improvement, connecting with dropkicks, spin wheel kicks, and a nice springboard back elbow. Unfortunatly, she made a major mistake by going to the top one too many times, leaping off with a cross body. Ten-Ka predictably caught her opponent, set her down nicely...before unleashing a devistating spin backfist to the face, knocking Bijoux straight out, and covering with a single foot.
Rest of the show will be up Monday night. Possibly AM hours(...Tuesday morning?) but still basically Monday night. Editing and such for a couple of things.
Thank you for your patience.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:00:10 GMT -5
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Match #1: The Rounder vs. Brian Carnage
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Match #2: Amori Aya vs. Jessie Hall
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Match #3: OLYMPIA vs. Colossus Rhodes
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Match #4: Fallout TV Title Ross Lambert vs. Jack Jefferson
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Match #5: Fallout Tag Titles #1 Contenders match + Winners graduate from Dwight Gym: The Royles vs. The Brothers Grimm
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Match #6: Adrienne Frost vs. "Violent" Violet Cyrilla: Womens Title
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This is a Halberd II Production…
Fallout: Super Late Held-Together-With-Tape Edition!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:00:33 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype: Froggy Style. (Credit: Senator)
As the show beins, Biff's office is filled by the Chairman himself, and one extra occupant, none other than the returning El Froggy Mask himself, wearing a leather biker jacket, and black pants, along with his new orange and black mask, in his first appearence on the show in months.
EFM: You all came here to see the return of El Froggy Mask, no? Well, you came to just see El Froggy on the big screen, since I ain't going out there! Biff here told Froggy that he could do the intro to Fallout, no?
Biff: Yo, keep it goin' Froggy!
EFM: Of course, fans out there don't deserve to see the hard worker who wished once to please their arrogance, that is, they don't deserve Froggy. Instead, they must settle for second best. They will see two title matches to make up for the loss. The ungrateful masses will be witness to Adrienne Frost fighting Violet Cyrilla. They will also see Ross Lambert challenge TV Title Jack Jefferson. That gold-plated El Froggy Mask ripoff, OLYMPIA ticked off Froggy. Therefore, OLYMPIA has been booked by Biff Taylor into facing the mighty big Immovable Object. Yeah, Amori Aya gets a match, since she's in some Japan cartoon show or something, and I heard the Royles and some other team got a match, too, and some gambler guy matches with Brian Carnage, but none of that matters. What matters is that soon, El Froggy Mask will be here on Fallout to bring about on Fallout a Dark Poison Infusion!
Biff: Alright, thanks, Froggy, it's nice to have you back by my side again, if I can say so myself! Next week, we'll have Daniel Ness sign a contract with Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint for their Openweight Title match. Oh, yeah, and also, congratulations to Dr. Trace Gibson of the Dwight Gym, since he just earned himself a righteous promotion to being the head Fallout medic...and he still can wrestle if he chooses! Only on Fallout, the Fastest Hour on Television can you see that happen!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:00:48 GMT -5
Segment: Of Europe (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from yet another commercial break, the fans can see the form of "The Rounder" Matt Doyle walking through the halls backstage. It takes them a few moments to recognize him, given he was seen only once before on Fallout television, and it was rather brief. But tonight he gets to make his long-awaited television debut against an opponent whom he cannot recall. And that would be the exact reason why he is walking backstage, because his faulty memory is "screwing him over," as he would say. He soon arrives to a large bulletin board, and begins to look over the names on the large sheet of paper taped to its center. Clearly this is the card.
Doyle: Hmm...let's see...posers...idiots...degenerates...has beens...oh, there I am! Lemme see now...Ca...Carn...Carn-uh-gee? Bree-anne Carn-uh-gee? What the fuck kinda name is that?
Carnage: It's Brian Carnage.
Doyle turns around to see the semi-smirking face of Brian Carnage (a sight which receives a pop from the loyal Fallout fans), and he nods slightly at him.
Doyle: Good for you, I'm Matt Doyle. Now if you'll excuse me, you pissant, I've gotta figure out who the hell Breanne Carnuhgee is.
Doyle turns around again, and Carnage sighs slightly.
Carnage: That's me.
Doyle turns once more, and then looks at the high flyer inquisitively.
Doyle: Man, stop with your bullshittin'. You JUST told me your name is Brian Carnage, not Breanne Carnuhgee. Go...fondle a poodle, or something.
Before he can complete yet another turn, Carnage puts his hand on his shoulder and sighs.
Carnage: You don't understand, man. That IS me. You're just mispronouncing my name.
Doyle: Oh bullshit you fucking hophead!
He tries to turn around, but Carnage stops him yet again.
Carnage: Do you honestly think I can't pronounce my own name?
Pause.
Doyle: YES. Now go back to fucking Commie Land you goddamn Jap!
Carnage raises an eyebrow for a moment.
Carnage: ...how am I a Communist?
Doyle: Because you're a fucking Jap!
Carnage: Are you referring to my accent?
Doyle: Well no shit! You fucking Latin people are all the same.
Carnage: ...it's Scottish, mate.
Doyle: So?
Carnage: Scotland and Japan are not the same country.
Doyle: Meh, you're still Asian!
Carnage: No...I'm European.
Pause, one of a particularly inquisitive nature (as the descriptive word "inquisitive" seems to be able to describe every second of this encounter).
Doyle: What in the fucking hell is Europe?
Carnage cannot even open his mouth to answer this question, and this prompts Doyle to smirk with immense pleasure, assuming he has bested the man in a battle of wits.
Carnage: ...you Americans are hopeless.
Doyle gets a sort of "fire" in his eyes, and he yells at the top of his lungs...although it's difficult to tell that he does, since he's been yelling this entire time.
Doyle: What in the fucking hell is your major mal-fucking-function!? America is the greatest country in the world you elitist pinko cocksucker! You're just jealous because your country has primitive exports and a famine!
Carnage: ...we have neither. Are you thinking of Ethiopia?
Doyle: Go eat a potato and drink a fucking beer you green tree-hugging bastard!
Carnage: Ireland?
Doyle: Maybe some vodka for you and your bearded friends?
Carnage: Russia?
Doyle: And you might as well go kill your second born son and eat his face over a simmering pot of water!
Pause.
Carnage: I have no idea what that would even be.
Doyle: Oh sure you do you fucking fairy! Now get out of my way, it's time for me to go kick Carnuhgee's PUNK KID ASS!
And with that, he pushes past the real Carnage, leaving him to simply chuckle slightly. He knows their match is coming up in a few moments, and he cannot wait to see the expression on his opponent's face. And with that final thought, he goes down the opposite hallway, which will eventually lead him to the same destination.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:01:07 GMT -5
Match: "The Rounder" Matt Doyle vs. Brian Carnage (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights in the arena slightly fade, and then Iris enters the ring to the support of the Fallout fans.
Iris: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your entertainment for this evening...all the way from the luxurious Mirage Hotel in Las Vegas, "The Rounder" Matt Doyle!
"Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight" hits the speakers as a chorus line of Vegas showgirls appear on stage and entertain the crowd for a few moments, before eventually Matt Doyle himself appears, pushing the middle girl out of the way and then proceeding to dance himself. After a few moments, he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, and proceeds to air guitar to the immense human greatness that is Spinal Tap. After this, he stops, and Iris continues with her job.
Iris: And his opponent, from Greenock, Scotland, please welcome Brian Carnage!
"Open Your Eyes" hits the speakers and Carnage shortly enters the arena, to the heavy approval of the Fallout Fanatics. Doyle looks at him after a few moments, and both of his eyebrows are simultaneously raised as he recognizes the man he had argued with a few minutes earlier. Carnage slides into the ring and poses for a few moments before facing Doyle.
Doyle: ...that is not Carnuhgee! Where's my real opponent?!
Bell Rings.
Carnage sighs slightly, and then instantly charges at Doyle and nails him with a powerful enziguri to the side of the head. Following an incredibly brief and uneventful cover, Doyle realizes that regardless of who this man is, he is expected to face him. And so he blocks another kick and clotheslines Carnage down quickly. He smirks, happy with this quick turn of events...until Carnage grabs his legs and pulls him down to the ground, where he applies an abdominal stretch. Doyle rolls backwards, surprisingly able to break the hold, and then hits a dropkick when Carnage rises. He then lifts up his opponent and drops him, back down with a scoop slam, and then covers and receives a one count, to his immense chagrin. Someone clearly didn't tell him that scoop slams do not win matches in the twenty first century. Doyle rises and begins to yell various expletives, until eventually he turns around and the ever-versatile Carnage is able to hit him with an overhead arm drag, which is impressive given the different sizes between the two men. When Doyle rises, Carnage ducks under a clothesline and attempts to hit him with a German suplex, but before he can even grab Doyle for the move, Doyle elbows him in the back of the head, the second half of the combo known as the Bluff.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:01:23 GMT -5
Doyle taunts the veteran briefly before kicking him in the face while he is down. He then reaches over to lift him up, but Carnage pulls him into a small package pin, which gets around two and a half counts before Doyle is able to throw Carnage off. In a fit of anger, he charges at Carnage and proceeds to do his "What I Got!?" combo, randomly punching and kicking Carnage. After a moment, Carnage is able to grab his fist, kick his foot away, and nail him with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Seeing that at the moment Doyle is too far away from one of the corners, Carnage follows up the sweep by leaping onto the top rope, spinning around quickly, and nailing a swanton bomb, completing the combo he usually does. He goes for a quick pin, but Doyle is able to kick out at two. Carnage tries to elbow Doyle while he is on the ground, but Doyle grabs his arm and throws all of his weight forward, thereby locking in a powerful arm bar. Carnage struggles for a few moments, and then eventually grabs a rope, causing the hold to be broken. Once they rise, however, Doyle has a new plan...
Doyle: O Holy Hellmuth, lend me thy strength!
And with that, he punches Carnage square in the face, in a move that he dubs the Phil Hellmuth punch. Confident that victory is inevitable, he places a single foot over Carnage's chest, and is startled when Carnage kicks out at two. But before he can completely freak out or go berserk, he comes up with a new plan. He lifts Carnage up and then sets him up for the Alabama Slam...but Carnage rolls through, slamming Doyle down on the back of his neck. Carnage rolls backwards, leaps into the air, and delivers a powerful dropkick to the face of the newly seated Doyle. After a moment, he runs over to the corner and leaps onto it, and then signals for another swanton bomb. He jumps into the air and completes the rotation perfectly...but out of the corner of his eye he can see Doyle rise, and so he continues to spin, landing hard on his legs so as to evade a complete knockout. Doyle, however, does this for him, and nails him with a powerful headbutt that he calls the Showdown. He then drags Carnage over to the corner, where he proceeds to lift his body up while standing on the middle rope, until eventually nailing him with the Royal Flush. He covers and then gets the inevitable pinfall.
Iris: Here is your winner, "The Rounder" Matt Doyle!
"Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight" hits the speakers once more as Doyle raises his arms into the air proudly, celebrating very enthusiastically as the fans boo him. He shakes the referee's hand, and then hugs Iris, much to her bewilderment. He blows a few kisses to various parts of the audience, and then eventually leaves the arena with an immense smile on his face. Carnage slowly rises after this and sighs, but the fans greet him warmly by changing their boos into applause. Carnage waves briefly, and then leaves the ring. There's always a next time, as they say.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:01:47 GMT -5
Segment: Super Battle Contest! (Credit: Amori Aya)
Aya leaps into view, all decked out in her Pretty Battle Goddess, Magic Prismu attire. She waves excitedly to the camera, holding a pretty manga booklet in her hand, with a beautifully drawn picture of herself.
Aya: Konnichiwa, minna! We're having a Super Battle Contest! Please send in your name and address here--
She points at the screen, and immediately an address in Tokyo, Japan pops up.
Aya: --And we'll randomly select twenty people to receive the first special edition super volume of Pretty Battle Goddess: Magic Prismu! for free! Signed by yours truly!
She giggles, and the camera zooms comically towards her cute, curly signature. She continues waving happily at the camera till it slowly fades to black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:02:04 GMT -5
Segment: He's coming. . . . (Credit: Dalton; highlight the giant black space if it’s invisible) A moderately sized man is leaning against a brick wall, lights are dim, and a single light is shining on the man. He is cloaked in a shadow, wearing a long leather jacket along with sunglasses. This man looks at the floor, flipping a quarter repeatedly. He appears to be lost in thought, caring nothing of the world around him.
{The man looks up, removing the sunglasses. His eyes, abnormally dark, stare into the camera. He speaks; his voice is dark and slow, slightly raspy.}
Man: ACW. Im coming.
{Holding a second, the man keeps staring, before fading out to a black screen.}
[glow=orange,9,200]PJ Mills [/b] Coming Soon[/color][/glow][/center]
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:02:36 GMT -5
Match: Amori Aya vs Jessie Hall (Credit: Michael)
As the sound crew slides "Henshin-yo!" into the PA system, the arena plunges into darkness. After a few moments, a beam of warm, golden light cascades down to the entrance, revealing a smiling Aya. Cheers immediately erupt--especially from her loyal fans from Japan--and the young Japanese youth strides confidently down to ringside, the upbeat tune of "Henshin-yo!" lighting up the mood in the arena considerably.
Iris Yoon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following women’s division contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...from Honshu, Japan...weighing in at one hundred pounds...AMORI...AAAAAYAAAAAAAA!
Dean Bardo: Good evening, folks, believe me when I say that it’s a true pleasure for me, Dean Bardo, to be welcoming you to yet another scintillating edition of Saturday Night Fallout. Alongside me is, as always, for better or worse, my faithful color commentator, R.J. Fisher.
Aya-chan poses in the center of the ring, bowing in thanks for the lovely reception.
”Bossy” by Kelis booms authoritatively from the speakers as Mocha Rosport steps out into the entryway, a torrent of boos immediately raining down upon her. Wait, why Mocha?
Iris: And her opponent...Mocha Rosport? Wait, where’s Jessie Hall?
Everyone, especially Aya, looks around confused. Mocha holds up a microphone.
Mocha: Jessie said that she was too busy to be fighting the rookies. Seeing as you got lucky in your first match against me, I asked to take her spot tonight for a rematch. I’m your opponent tonight, Aya!
Fisher: Wow, if looks could kill, poor little Aya would’ve undoubtedly met her maker by now. Mocha’s coming into this with the most devious of intentions because there are few people who take a loss worse than Mocha Rosport.
Mocha marches down the ramp, eventually climbing up the stairs to enter the ring. Rarely does she ever break her death stare with Aya. She stands in her corner, intently eyeing down Aya as she continues working the audience. Referee Cliff Mortimer quickly calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Mocha aggressively goes for the knockout blow right away by thrusting her foot straight at Aya’s head with a big boot, but Aya’s compact stature and super sharp reflexes allow her to duck under Mocha’s foot. Both women quickly complete an about-face to face each other again and move in for the lockup. Shortly thereafter, Mocha grabs hold of Aya’s arm with both hands and twists it inward in an arm wrench. Aya counters by executing a front flip, landing in a squatting position. She then swings her free arm around to sweep Mocha’s legs out from under her, causing her to flop backwards to the mat. Aya immediately pounces on the prostrate Mocha and leaps onto for the quick cover; however, before Mortimer can even slap the mat once, Mocha has used her formidable strength to shove Aya off and straight into the air. Both women bounce back to their feet, but Mocha makes the first move and takes a run at Aya. Aya, however, is privy to Mocha’s strategy and catches her in an arm drag. Soon after Mocha is grounded, Aya snaps on a sleeper hold, but because Mocha far outclasses her in the sheer strength department, Mocha manages to push herself back up to her feet, dragging Aya up along with her. Aya responds by hopping up onto Mocha’s back and wrapping her legs around Mocha’s waist. Even this isn’t enough to contain Mocha, though, as she reaches behind her head to grab a handful of Aya’s hair and viciously jerk her forward, causing her to flip forward and crash to the mat. Mocha follows this up by burying her heel into Aya’s chest several times.
Bardo: I didn’t expect to see this fancy exchange of agile maneuvers very long and now Mocha is establishing the offense we’ve come to expect from her.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:02:51 GMT -5
Mocha continues her assault by pulling Aya back up to her feet and backing her into the corner with some stiff European uppercuts. Mocha then whips Aya to the opposing corner, making sure to tailgate her afterwards. Aya, however, would put her hands up in front of herself and grab hold of the top rope to avoid a collision with the turnbuckle. She then hops up so that her body is suspended horizontally in the air. When Mocha draws near, Aya catches her in a headscissors. She then pushes off the top rope to spin around 180 degrees toward the center of the ring before flipping Mocha over in a headscissors takedown. Mocha rolls through the impact and ends up on her feet, albeit slightly dazed. Aya has gotten up as well and runs at Mocha to deck her with a bicycle kick. Now standing at the side of the fallen Mocha, Aya turns away from her and backflips gracefully to land on top of her in a moonsault. Aya hooks the far leg for the cover.
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KICKOUT
Aya wastes little time in lifting Mocha into a seated position and applying a rear chin lock, but just as before, Mocha has little trouble overpowering the significantly lighter Aya. Mocha again manages to pull both herself and Aya back up. This time, Aya chooses a different reactionary tactic and repositions Mocha to hold her in a side headlock. Mocha has an answer for this as well and pushes forward on Aya’s back to pop her head free from Aya’s grasp and send her running toward the ropes.
Fisher: Yet again do Aya’s attempts to overpower Mocha seem as hapless as Don Johnson’s singing career.
As Aya bounces back toward her, Mocha bends forward, hoping to catch her in a back body drop, but Aya manages to slow her momentum enough to launch a toe kick that slaps Mocha straight across the chest. While Mocha stumbles backward, Aya pursues by stepping on Mocha’s knee and swinging her free leg around in an enzuigiri attempt, but Mocha manages to duck at the last possible moment. Aya’s striking foot swings through air, and she crashes face-first to the mat. The force of the impact causes Aya to bounce up onto all fours. Mocha capitalizes on this opening by launching a toe kick into Aya’s stomach. Aya rolls over, clutching for abdomen as she gasps for breath, but Mocha will allow her no such respite. She drags Aya back up again and leans her back into the corner before thrusting her knee into Aya’s stomach for good measure. Mocha then whips Aya into the opposing corner, yet again follow closely. As soon as Aya’s back meets the turnbuckle, Mocha charges to bury another knee into her gut. Mocha then pulls her away from the corner and scoops her up. She turns toward the center of the ring and tosses Aya forward so that she crashes brutally into the mat. Mocha with the cover.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:03:08 GMT -5
Mocha quickly mounts Aya and presses her forearm into Aya’s throat. Mortimer is quick to pull Mocha away from Aya, thus forcing her to break the illegal hold. Mocha immediately rises up to shout indistinct obscenities straight into Mortimer’s face. Mortimer quickly scurries away from her. Once she has adequately vented her rage, Mocha walks over to the turnbuckle and mounts the middle rope before leaping off with an elbow drop, but Aya rolls out of the way! Mocha and a still winded Aya manage to rise to their feet, but Mocha is too dazed to react as Aya charges for her and thrusts her knee into Mocha’s face with a Kiss Kiss! Aya with the cover.
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These past efforts seem to have seriously taken their toll on Aya as she isn’t able to immediately get back to her feet. She instead stays hunched over on all fours for a moment. By the time she is able to get up, Mocha has dragged herself up as well. Aya runs to the ropes and rebounds with a crossbody attempt, but Mocha catches her and holds her suspended in midair. Mocha then falls back and tosses Aya over her head in a fallaway slam!
Fisher: Whatamove! Could Mocha’s brute strength finally prove to be the upper hand in this encounter?
Mocha runs to the far ropes and rebounds to drop a corkscrew elbow onto Aya. Mocha covers.
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Mocha lifts Aya up while trapping her in a front facelock. While backing her up into the corner, Mocha slams her forearm down onto Aya’s back a few times. Mocha then proceeds to whip Aya into the opposing corner. As Aya bounces off the turnbuckle, Mocha runs to the ropes and rebounds by trying to catch Aya’s head in a bulldog, but Aya manages to duck. Before Mocha can turn to face Aya again, Aya approaches her from behind and snaps on a side headlock. Aya quickly leaps into the air only to slam Mocha’s face straight back into the mat with a Magic Jump! Aya manages to get up much more quickly this time and scrambles up to the top rope, facing away from the ring. She flips backward and comes crashing down on top of Mocha with a Katagoshi ni Kinsei! Aya covers!
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Aya is left incredulous at Mocha’s diehard persistence, but she taps into that warrior spirit and resolves to continue her assault. Aya pushes Mocha into the corner and climbs up onto the second rope herself. Aya then proceeds to rain a series of punches down upon her head, but it would appear that Mocha has plenty of fight left in her as well, and in yet another display of her phenomenal raw power, she manages to give Aya a powerful shove, causing her to fly backward and plummet to the mat! When Aya rolls backward to regain her footing, Mocha thrusts her foot straight toward Aya’s stomach, but Aya manages to catch her foot! Aya then tosses Mocha’s leg sideways, spinning her around. Once Mocha faces her again, Aya is there to apply a three-quarters front facelock and execute a beautifully fluid backflip to drill Mocha’s head into the mat with the C’est la Vie! Aya with the cover!
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DING, DING, DING!
Iris: Here is your winner...AMORI...AAAAAAYAAAAAA!
Fisher: C’est la Vie, that’s life, and that is the rookie sensation Amori Aya. And who knows, one day that could be the face of Fallout.
Aya celebrates in the middle of the ring in pure jubilation. She eventually rolls out under the bottom rope to join some of the fans in merriment. She even hugs a few before marching triumphantly back up the ramp.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:03:29 GMT -5
Segment: Break-In (Credit: Marcus Curtis/Jack Jefferson)
Earlier Today…
We cut to some rather shoddy camera work that is focused on Jack Jefferson. Jefferson is stood in a dark street corner, he is wearing a grey hooded top which is pulled to cover his head and cast most of his face into ominous shadow. He checks the time on his watch before looking right at the camera.
Jefferson: It’s time to do the deed.
Jefferson pokes his head around the street corner, light from the streetlamps illuminates his face, showing the determined look that is etched on his face. He pulls his hood tighter over his face and motions for the camera man to follow him; he checks for oncoming traffic and hot foots it across the road. He then presses himself hard against the nearby wall before poking his head around it to look. He turns back to the camera and smiles cockily.
Jefferson: You see that building over there? That is the piss poor apartment building that everyone’s favourite little ‘superstar’ Marcus Curtis. Unbeknownst to him, I’m here to make a little withdrawal from the National Bank of Zambia or wherever he’s from.
You see Curtis, you’ve involved yourself in my career, and you’re the only thing standing between me and my departure from the shit hole that is Fallout. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have left this dump and threw that piece of shit title in the rubbish where it belongs. But you see, it’s not in my nature to leave loose ends, you stuck yourself into my business, so now I’m making it my business to fuck things up for you.
I’m gonna get in your head, under your skin; I want you to think of what I could last thing at night and first thing when you wake up. And I’m starting with your family.
Jefferson’s angered tone and bunched up face slowly morphs into a cocky grin that stretches from cheek to cheek. He turns away from the camera and pokes his head around the corner once more; he motions for the cameraman to follow him. He quickly steps across the sidewalk towards the apartment building, he stops suddenly when hears the sound of the apartment building door open, the cameraman zooms in on Curtis who is wearing a jogging suit, he takes a deep breath before placing his iPod earbuds in his ears and jogging off in the opposite direction. Jefferson waits for a few moments before sprinting to the apartment complex door which is still half open, he quickly places his foot in the gap before opening the door fully and heading inside.
Jefferson: Silly boy, Marcus. Any criminal from the street could have broken in. You’re lucky it was someone you know.
Jefferson looks at the apartment listing and makes a mental note of which apartment belongs to Curtis before heading up the stairs. He reaches the door of Curtis’ apartment after sprinting his way up 2 flights of stairs.
Jefferson: You got the kit?
Cameraman: You said you were bringing it.
Jefferson: Oh what the fuck do I care?
Jefferson raises his boot and places a firm kick to the centre of the door. It breaks and splinters fly off it under the weight of the kick. Jefferson sheepishly steps into the apartment as if he were expecting something.
Jefferson: Cheap cunt doesn’t even have a burglar alarm.
Jefferson turns on the apartment light and looks intently at the main living area of the apartment. He then heads for the nearest room and opens the door, he smiles when he spots the bureau beside a double bed. He moves slowly towards the bureau and opens the drawers in a hurried search for something; he opens the third drawer and fingers the contents before laughing to himself quietly. He delicately places something in his jacket pocket before grabbing a nearby pen and paper.
Jefferson: Now Mr Curtis, I have something you want, something you cherish, judging by how well this was hidden, you know exactly what I’ve taken. Now you have two potential ways you can work your way out of this situation. You could take the cowards way out, and give this video footage to the fuzz and get me sent down. Or you could come to arena tonight and sort things out like a real man. It’s your choice.
Jefferson takes the pen and writes something down on it and holds it to the camera to show the words ‘Play Me’ scrawled in black ink. Jefferson takes the paper away from the camera lens and lays it on the bed.
Jefferson: Now I’m entrusting you with this tape. It’d be a shame if you were to lose it. Well we got to head off. See you around.
At this point the video stops recording and we fade to black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:03:45 GMT -5
Segment: Who Is This Guy? (Part 1) (Credit: Ross)
Pre-Debut
Blood is thicker than Wood- The Dudley Boyz/Team 3D
It’s a dark night, and the land-scape of a huge metropolis is shown, it zooms in at rapid pace and you can see a brick-work alleyway. Inside the alley is a hooker, a druggie and a guy in blue jeans, a black buttoned shirt (w/ short sleeves) and red tinted shades. It’s a cold night, Saturday, the 27th of January.
The guy in jeans walks out of the alleyway and walks down the near-empty street.
Inner-thoughts: Things aren’t the same since I got kicked out of the NSA. I’ve got nothing to go for. What do I have left to prove? I’ve done my bit to make America a better place and what do I get for it? I get a “Dangerous” badge, people who know me jeer me in the street, they hurl obscenities, and then the masses follow. I need something to unleash my rage on…
As he’s walking down the street, he spots a wooden 2x4. He picks it up and measures it, getting the feel off the 2x4. He continues down the street with plank in hand, a near-by homeless spots him.
Homeless Man: Hey man, I know I can’t really talk but you’re looking a bit down. Here, have this.
The guy takes a bottle off the homeless man. It’s in a brown-bag. He drains it down before thanking the man. He continues down the road after giving the homeless man 20 dollars. His vision begins to get blurry as he stumbles down the road slowly, using the plank to stabilize himself.
He falls to his knees, before pushing himself back up. He turns around and the homeless man has disappeared into thin-air. The quiet night air is pierced with screaming, as the guy turns around he sees a young woman and a scarily thin guy with a knife. He walks casually over to the knife-wielder.
Thug: Watcha’ lookin’ at cracker? Move along before this knife and your face have a romantic date, y’know what I mean?
The guy stands there staring at the thug with a blank expression, the thug points the knife at him.
Guy: If you don’t put that knife down, the sewers will run red with your blood, dopelord.
Thug: Wise-guy huh?
Guy: Nope, not really, just smarter than you.
The thug jumps back to lunge but gets smashed in the gut with the plank. The woman let’s out another piercing scream as the guy just goes to work on the thug with his plank. Blood soon pours out from every angle of his face, the guy is still breathing but his face is HEAVILY wrecked, a broken nose, bust lip and swollen eyes as well as 3 vicious gashes across his face. The woman runs screaming as the plank guy kneels down and searches the thug’s pocket. He takes out about 50 dollars before walking down the street into the distance with his bloody plank.
[Fade]
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:04:12 GMT -5
Match : OLYMPIA vs. "Immovable Object" Colossus Rhodes (Credit: Senator)
Predator: And we're back from the break!
Dean Bardo: Next up, we have a match that can accuratly be described as a David vs. Goliath match.
R.J. Fisher: I don't know what OLYMPIA did exactly, but he's surely in the doghouse now, having to face Rhodes, who is perhaps the most intimidating man on Fallout!
Bardo: I'd make a comparison to another breakout popular star being held down and put in poorly thought out matchups due to veterans being jealous on another wrestling program...
Pred: Yeah, that was me, in ACW.
Fisher: Predator, you have to be out of your...wait, what's this?
The camera cuts to the back, as Colossus Rhodes is seen laying in a pool of his own blood, in front of the Corporate Club locker room, medics on the scene, new Fallout head medic Trace Gibson in charge.
Bardo: I suppose this means the match is off...
Soon, Rich Marlowe appears on scene, with a microphone in hand, sticking it in the face of Gibson.
Marlowe: Excuse me, Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist here, I hate to intrude, but the fans want to know what happened here!
Gibson: What does it look like? The big man just forgot to duck as he exited the locker room...
Marlowe: No, really, can you tell me what happened?
Gibson: Fine, but you owe me. Rhodes said he got attacked by Skurai.
Marlowe: Your opinions on that?
Gibson: I'm a doctor, not a color commentator, damnit! Now go buzz off and write investigative articles, or whatever the hell you do on your spare time, I have to find some way to get this big lug up on the gurney.
Marlowe: One last question, is he going to be able to wrestle here?
Gibson: One last answer, you think we'd be loading him on the gurney if he was able to run right over to the ring and throw around some idiot who managed to challenge him? He'll be ok for next week, though, you satisfied?
Marlowe: Yes, I am, this is Rich Marlowe, reporting from backstage here at the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, where Colossus Rhodes was found laying from a vicious surprise attack by the insane Skurai. He will apparently be ready to wrestle next week, however. Back to you, Dean, R.J, Predator...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 7, 2007 11:04:27 GMT -5
Segment: Big Match (Credit: Yoko)
Unlike usual, Violet Cyrilla is actually at the show early tonight, using a locker room she didn’t know was even assigned to her. She’s fiddling with her bass guitar. Mary Kane comes into the room.
Violet: How much longer?
Mary: We have the main event tonight. The final match.
Violet: That’s kind of neat, I guess.
Mary: Are you sure you don’t want to like…you know, prepare?
Violet: Didn’t we have this talk already? This match is my last contracted one. I kick Adrienne’s spoiled little rich ass, then we go off and we start the band up again, and they do a tournament for the belt. Big big ratings, you said. We have national exposure, so we can actually tour. Maybe even play on the show!
Mary: It’s going to be hard…hard like the first time, at least the starting part. Are you sure you want to give up the guaranteed money?
Violet: It’ll be fine, it won’t be like before. I think we have enough to last us while unemployed for a long time. If not, we’ll get by just like we did before.
Mary: Nothing I can do to change your mind?
Violet: Stronger people have tried.
Mary: Alright then. Let’s go out with a bang tonight, then!
They high five each other.
End Segment.
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