Fallout February 4th 2007

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Who is this Guy? (Part 2) (Credit: Ross)

Pre Debut

Lynne, the meeting went bad with Tony. I now need… 2 positives, one to cancel-out the negative and 1, just so I can have a positive really.-Alan Partridge

Opening up onto the screen is a large cathedral, with a beautiful statue of an angel unfurling her wings. In this church is a large circle of guys in black robes. On the floor is a knocked-out body. The guys are chanting in a foreign tongue.

Leader: HANKARIOUSH EN EL’FUTREIOMOSHAAMOS!

Circle: HANKARIOUSH!

Leader: EN ELHAXOTHIFICA CAN’’AASHUU TINATOO!

Circle: ELHAXOTHIFICA!

The body sits up looking dazed and confused.

Guy: Who the hell are you freaks?

A gloved hand extends out of one of the robes, the guy accepts it and is pulled up.

Leader: Ahh, you have awaken. Welcome to the Circle of Orithia Elhaxothifica.

Guy: Orale Elhaxxor who?

Leader: Orithia Elhaxothifica. We know all about you. This is the church of Orithia. You see, when the select few have a mid-life crisis, they end up here and this is where we tell you what you do with yourself.

Guy: And who the hell made you incharge of what I do with my life?

Leader: Orithia of course. We know everything about you.

Guy: You don’t know CRAP! I’m out of here. Say where’s the door in this place?

Leader: There IS no door.

Guy: Haha, very funny.

The guy walks around in a frenzy testing the floor for hollow points, and knocking on the walls, the circle and leader watch closely at his failing attempts.

Leader: We know of your problems.

Guy: I have no problems!

Circle: DENIAL!

Guy: No, the only problem I have right now is that I can’t get the HELL OUT OF HERE!

Leader: Your problem is not us, it is yourself…

Guy: What mumbo-jumbo crap are you on about? I don’t have any problems.

Leader: What about your sister Clara, who never wants to see you again? Oh and of course your beautiful, sparkling friendship with Jamie Steele, the head of the NSA…

The man is paralyzed.

Leader: Aradthil, go chalk up another win for me.

Guy: OK this isn’t funny now.

Leader: Was it funny in the first place? No, we hold all the cards here, we won’t tell you what to do, and we won’t make you do anything but if you want to clear out your problems, go here.

The Leader hands 3 photographs over to the man.

Guy: What is this?

Leader: Look at it…

The picture shows the Fallout Gym, the second shows the ACW offices, the 3rd shows the ACW arena.

Leader: You will find your destiny there, Ross Lambert.

Guy: How do you know my name?!

Leader: Well, considering the fact it’s on your name-tag.

Ross: Name-tag?

He looks at his shirt and sees his name.

Leader: We leave you now Ross, you know where your fate lies…

Ross: WAIT!

The screen whites-out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Fallout Television Championship
Jack Jefferson vs. Ross Lambert (Credit: XS3)

The crowd anticipates another great match on the show from these upcoming competitors. Iris stands in the ring.

Iris: "This contest is for the Fallout Television Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Temecula, California, standing at 6'5" and weighing in at 280 lbs, he is ROSS LAMBERT!"

"Beating Me Down" by Korn hits and Ross Lambert heads to down to the ring in a no-nonsense manner. He enters the ring and throws some punches in midair.

Iris: "And introducing the Fallout Television Champion, from Manchester, England, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 207 lbs, he is 'The Jack of All Trades' JACK JEFFERSON!"

"Next Episode" by Dr. Dre hits and Jack Jefferson struts his way down to the ring, the Fallout TV title on his shoulder. The crowd is booing but he doesn't care. He enters the ring, does his gun taunt then tosses his jacket off. He hands the TV title to the referee and engages in a staredown with Lambert.

Bell rings.

Jefferson spews some words towards Lambert, who pie-faces his smaller opponent to the canvas and tells him to get up. He does so and charges towards Lambert and gets clotheslined to the canvas. The crowd isn't entirely sure of who to cheer for in this match so they just decide to randomly throw around "Orton sucks!" chants. Lambert picks up Jefferson and whips him into the corner but he can't follow up with a clothesline because Jefferson hops over him and rolls forward, pinning Lambert with a sunset flip for a two count. Lambert then stands up and sees Jefferson try for a running crossbody. Lambert manages to catch him and he hoists him up in a military press style. Jefferson manages to squirm out of the hold and he grabs Lambert's head on the way down for a swinging DDT. Jefferson makes a pin but only gets two.

The crowd is surprisingly enjoying this fast-paced action as Jefferson picks up Lambert and whips him off the ropes. He goes for a back body drop but Lambert counters with a hard knee to the side of Jefferson's face before hooking one of his arms and nailing the Silence of the Lambs (arm drag suplex) for a two count. Lambert is starting to get annoyed with his opponent and he wants to end this as fast as possible. Lambert picks up Jefferson by the hair and picks him up for a powerslam. Jefferson slips out the back door, however, and shows off his strength by German suplexing Lambert to the canvas. Both men are down as the referee starts his ten count. At seven, Jefferson hops up to his feet and knocks down Lambert with a leg lariat. When Lambert rises, Jefferson takes him out with a dropkick.

Jefferson then heads to the apron and waits for Lambert to get up. Once Lambert does arise, Jefferson springs up to the top rope and goes for the 720 DDT but Lambert catches him in a bearhug. At the same time, Jefferson maintains his front facelock and is applying pressure to the point where Lambert is forced back. His back hits the ropes and both men slowly but surely sail over the ropes. They hit the ground below and the referee begins the 20-count. Both men start to get up at five. They are on their feet at eight and charge towards each other. They both have the same idea because they clothesline each other simultaneously. They don't stir until twelve. They both get to their feet at fourteen. Lambert tries to head into the ring but Jefferson pulls him back. Jefferson attempts the same but Lambert pulls him back. The two men then begin brawling much to the delight of the fans.

Bell rings.

Lambert knocks down Jefferson with a right hand then looks confused. Iris explains the bell's ringing.

Iris: "Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double count-out, this match is declared a draw. Therefore, the Fallout Television Champion is still JACK JEFFERSON!"

Lambert looks plenty pissed about not winning the TV title. Jefferson gets up and, much to the chagrin of the fans, kicks Lambert below the belt. He then walks over to Iris and reclaims his TV title before walking up the ramp with his belt in possession. Meanwhile, Lambert looks up towards Jefferson and is seen seething before taking off after Jefferson in a fury.

Fade out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Who is this Guy? (Part 3) (Credit: Ross)


Pre Debut(Takes place before the match)

The Surface is so cold and worthless, all I have still comes from there.-Just so you Know, American Headcharge.

A recurring vision, flashes before the screen of everything that has happened so far. Before flashing into a close-up of Ross’s face. There’s a gathering.

Guy: HE’S AWAKE!

A rabble of excitement occurs around the people as Ross slowly gets up, his vision blurry.

Ross: Where am I?

[color=blueGuy: You got hit by a car, you’ve been out 4 hours.[/color]

Ross: Damn… Didn’t you think to call emergency services?

Guy: We did, LA traffic.

Ross: At 4AM?!

Guy: Yep. Anyway, you took quite a spill man. These were found by you, they mean anything to you?

The guy pulls out the same 3 pictures he saw at the church.

Ross: Wow, yes thank you for keeping those man.

He pulls himself up and feels a searing pain and sees a huge bloody stain on his shirt.

Ross: HOLY CRAP! What the hell is that?

Guy: You got scraped badly by the metal bits of the car.

Ross: AAARGH! THAT HURTS!!!

He winces before forcing out some speech.

Ross: Did you see the driver?

Guy: Sorry man, didn’t see nothing, I heard the yelling and the tires screeching and that’s how this happened.

Ross: Crap…

Ross turns over the photo’s and sees addresses on them. He decides to go the Fallout gym first.

Ross: Can you take me here?

Guy: Uhh sure. Are you sure you’re OK? You’re hurt pretty bad.

Ross: Sticks ‘n’ stones may break my bones, but getting hit by a car doesn’t matter to me.

Guy: You’re a psycho but fine…

[Hours Later]

Ross: Thanks man.

Guy: You go kick some ass in this ACW thingy. What is it again? Artichoke Chainchomp Wrangling?

Ross: Alpha Championship Wrestling I think, listen man I know my story is odd but my dream seemed so real and I didn’t have those pictures when I got hit.

Guy: Alright man, good luck. I’ll be watching your debut, but just so I can get an inside scoop, what do you plan to do?

Ross: Thanks man, good luck with whatever you get up to, and I plan to either find myself an ally, or head after a top-champ, maybe that Jack Jefferson guy, nah maybe I should set my targets higher.

Guy: Thanks.. Anyone you got in mind?

Ross: Someone incredibly fast, almost like so fast you can’t see them, and someone agile, but yet with a personality that clashes with mine, ‘cause it’d be like Yin/Yang. Plus, I have some KILLER tag-team moves that I learnt in the NSA, and I need someone fast to be like a human bullet.

Guy: Any examples?

Ross: Totem Pole Shooting Star Press. I stand completely still as my partner climbs on my shoulders and hits a Shooting Star Press off my shoulders onto the victim below. Oh and “The PSG”, a double Step-Over Toe-Hold Armbar, and lastly “The Crossbow”, a double Crossface.

Guy: Ouch, good luck man.

Ross: OK dude, now to land myself a debut match…

It shows Ross walking into the building as we go to a fade.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: #1 Contender/Winner Joins Fallout” Match (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
The Royles vs. The Brothers Grimm

The cameras cut back to the arena and pan around the crowd showing signs saying “Save the Penalty” and “You can’t fight the Grimm Reaper”. It is clear that the fans are on the side of The Brothers Grimm as Iris enters the ring.

RJ Fisher: It is now time for a much anticipated matchup between the most brutal and vicious Tag Team I have seen in a long time and a team described by Dwight himself as “a team to watch in the future”. The winning team will not only claim Dwight Gym graduation onto the full-time roster but they will also earn themselves a shot at the Fallout Tag Team Titles.

Dean Bardo: Indeed Fisher, this match should be a thrilling prospect and I expect that The Brothers Grimm will be able to out-wrestle The Royles but will they be able to avoid becoming yet another duo of victims to that sickening “Cardiff Crunch” penalty kick?

Iris motions for silence to the crowd, who oblige accordingly by shutting up to allow Iris to do her announcing.

Iris: The following match is scheduled for one fall and the winner of the match will receive a #1 Contender shot for the Fallout Tag Team Titles!! Introducing first, the team of Daemyn and Deacon…The Brothers GRIIIMMMMMMM!!

The crowd go wild as “Black Star Deceiver” by Soilwork hits. Several seconds later The Brothers Grimm walk out onto the stage and the crowd pop once more. The two brothers look at each other and nod before hurtling down the ramp and sliding into the ring. They each climb the turnbuckle on opposite sides of the ring and pose for the cheering fans. They then hop down and stare in unison up the ramp, awaiting The Royles’ arrival.

Fisher: Well, I don’t think there’s any doubt over who the fans are rooting for here. They clearly want to see more of twin brothers Daemyn and Deacon on “The Fastest Hour on TV”!

Iris then motions for quiet one more time before announcing the second team.

Iris: And their opponents, the team of…*sighs*…Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin, they are…The ROYYYLLLEEESSSS!!

The Royles’ ironic theme music, “Have a Nice Day” by the Stereophonics, kicks in and Biggin and McGroin strut out through the curtain, looking confident, to a chorus of boos. They yell at the nearby fans as the walk down the ramp before rolling in and standing face-to-face with their opponents before the ref steps between them to search all four men for foreign objects.

Bell Rings

Ivor Biggin and Daemyn step onto the apron on their respective sides, clutching the tag ropes. Meanwhile, Pat McGroin charges at Deacon, hitting him in the midriff with a Knee Strike. As the air is driven out of his lungs Deacon crumples to the mat giving McGroin the opportunity to stamp brutally on the back of his head, following it by hooking his leg…

…1

…2

…kickout!

Fisher: McGroin well and truly showing off his background in hooliganism there, and it almost scored him a pinfall.

Bardo: Indeed Fisher, a truly brutal stomp.

Deacon crawls over to tag Daemyn as McGroin argues with the ref about the speed of the count. Daemyn charges into the ring, hitting McGroin from behind with a Running Dropkick to the spine. With McGroin sprawled on the canvas he applies an Armbar. McGroin squirms to escape the hold and tags out to Biggin.

Fisher: McGroin wants nothing to do with Daemyn right there!

Biggin and Daemyn circle each other with Biggin taking the initiative by charging at his opponent only to receive a face full of boot. Biggin falls face first onto the mat only to leap right back up, charging at Daemyn once again. Daemyn ducks the attempted clothesline and hits Biggin with a Spinning Back Kick as he comes back off the ropes. Biggin rolls out of the ring, clutching his jaw as he does so, receiving a plethora of boos from the nearby fans.

Bardo: A picture-perfect Spinning Back Kick from Daemyn right there.

Fisher: All four men going all our for this, you can see what this means to each and every one of them.

As Daemyn walks over to the ropes McGroin enters the ring, unseen by the ref, and walks up behind him. Deacon attempts to enter in order to stop him but is cut off by the ref. McGroin spins Daemyn around, hitting him with a Pendulum Backbreaker before rolling out of the ring. Biggin slides back in, covering Daemyn as the ref finally turns around after Deacon stops his attempts to get in…

…1

…2

…Deacon breaks the cover and is pushed back by the ref. Seizing the opportunity, McGroin re-enters the ring, as Biggin picks Daemyn back up, hitting Daemyn with a Backbreaker as Biggin comes back off the ropes to drog a leg across the throat of Daemyn, who is still draped across the leg of McGroin. He leaves as Biggin hooks the leg once more…

…1

…2

…KICKOUT!

Fisher: The Royles showing how well they can work as a team right there! They truly are masters of exploiting the referee.

Bardo: True Fisher, that is why they earned the nickname “Kings of the Darkmatch” well, that and their brutal Cardiff Crunch finisher.

Fisher: Damn right, that move is brutal!

Biggin drags Daemyn over to his corner, where he tags out to McGroin. The referee counts five as the pair stomp on Daemyn and hit their Hand of God, Jumping High Kick to the face by Biggin & Leg Sweep with Arm by McGroin, before forcing Biggin to step onto the apron. McGroin hauls Daemyn to his feet, firing him off the ropes before hitting a Tilt a Whirl Slam. He then taunts him, much to the chagrin of the fans who boo loudly, yelling at him to get up. Daemyn eventually struggles to his feet only for McGroin to take him over with a Floatover Vertical Suplex into a liftup Brainbuster, known as the Double Impact. He covers…

…ONE

…TWO

…THR--NO! Deacon breaks up the cover by stomping on McGroin’s back. He then hauls him to his feet and takes him over with a Fisherman Suplex, followed by a Brainbuster before the ref eventually forces him out of the ring. With both Daemyn and McGroin down on the mat the fans start clapping and stomping. Both men begin to crawl to their respective corners as the ref begins his ten count…

…ONE

…TWO

…THREE

Deacon leans over the rope, willing his brother on.

…FOUR

…FIVE

…SIX

…SEVEN

The crowd explode as Daemyn tags out and Deacon, who rushes in. He hits Biggin with a powerful Clothesline, following with another on McGroin who subsequently rolls out. Deacon then takes Biggin over with a Vertical Suplex, followed by a cover…

…ONE

…TWO

…KICKOUT! As Deacon locks in a Hammerlock on Biggin, McGroin steps into the ring and lands a clubbing blow on the back of Deacon’s head followed by an Atomic Drop. With Deacon on the mat The Royles look at each other and nod, each coming off the ropes from opposite sides of the ring before hitting the brutal Cardiff Crunch, a sickening thud echoing around the arena as the crowd wince collectively. McGroin holds Daemyn back as Biggin covers Deacon…

…ONE

…TWO

…THREE!!

Iris: The winners, via pinfall, and the winners of graduation from Dwight’s Gym and a #1 Contender Spot for the Tag Team Titles…The ROYYYLESSSSS!!

The Royles quickly exit the ring as Daemyn attends to the unconscious Deacon. They laugh and raise their arms as the fans boo.

Fade to Black

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: I couldn’t think of a good segment title…So sue me(credit: Marcus Curtis/Jack Jefferson)

After the spectacle that was the Number 1 contenders match the fans are highly disappointed to hear the opening chords of ‘Next Episode’ by Dr Dre play over the Fallouttron. After seeing Jefferson once already tonight, they were hoping that they’d not have to cast their eyes on him again. They were wrong. As Jefferson walks his way to the ring the cocky smirk, that seems permanently etched on his face, turns to a look of disgust and anger. His slow swaggered walk turns into a slight jog, he jumps his way onto the ring apron and enters the ring, he makes a beeline for Philip and demands a mic, Philip sheepishly obliges and offers the mic to Jefferson who snatches it from him. The crowd persist with their loud booing when Jefferson raises the mic to his mouth, much to his annoyance.

Jefferson: Shut the fuck up!! All of you, shut your worthless pathetic mouths.

This outburst proves to be counter productive as the fans begin booing Jefferson.

Jefferson: Let me put this in terms you idiots can understand. If you continue to boo me, then I will continue to stand in this ring without saying a word. So the sooner you shut up, the sooner I can say my piece.

The booing dies down as the fans in attendance have begun to comprehend the terms that Jefferson has laid down.

Jefferson: Finally. Now, earlier today I was invited by a certain Mr Curtis to visit his humble homestead. And whilst I was there, he told me I could take anything I took my fancy to. And being the great house guest that I am, I duly obliged and took a photograph.

Jefferson reaches into his jacket pocket and unfolds a small piece of paper, he laughs to himself as he takes a long look at the photo.

Jefferson: Now I want you to get a close up of this.

The camera zooms in on the photo that Jefferson is holding up.

Jefferson: Now if you look here, this is Mr Curtis, this is his lovely wife Mrs Curtis and it’s safe to say from looking at her, I would, I definitely would. Here are Marcus’ brothers Avondale and ummm I forgot the name of the other one. And right here, this little fella right here, is Marcus Curtis.

Now since this precious family moment in my possession and Mr Curtis isn’t enough of a man to even come to the arena tonight I think it’s time for us to have another burning session like we did last week.

Jefferson pulls a cigarette lighter out of his jacket pocket and sparks a flame up.

Jefferson: Now unlike last week, I couldn’t think of a dramatic way to do this so I’m taking it old school.

Jefferson raises the lighter to the picture and the crowd recoil is disbelief as the picture sets alight. Jefferson’s maniacal expression is accentuated by the light emanating from the flames. Suddenly the crowd begin to cheer as the camera turns to see Marcus Curtis high tailing it down to the ring, he slides into the ring but is unable to exact revenge on Jefferson who has already dropped the photograph, jumped the crowd barrier and is stood amongst the fans who are being kept away from him by the arena security.

Curtis quickly puts out the flaming photo by stamping on it. He drops to his knees and picks up the photo, the camera zooms in as a solitary tear trickles its way down his cheek. He picks up the photo and clutches it to his chest before wiping away the solitary tear. He slowly gets to his feet and looks mournfully down at his family photo. He walks his way over the abandoned mic that was dropped to the mat by Jefferson a few moments earlier. The crowd grow silent in anticipation, the camera switches to Jefferson who is stroking his chin whilst quietly chuckling to himself. The camera switches back to Curtis whose gaze is still fixated on to photograph. He delicately folds it and places it lovingly in his hooded top front pocket. He pauses for a moment before raising the mic to his lips.

Curtis: When I came into this business I was unsure of what to expect. There are several intangible and combustible elements that I had to consider. But this was not one of them. I expected to be beaten from pillar to post; I expected to be trash talked. But I never expected to have my family disrespected and have their memory besmirched like it has in this ring.

My mother and eldest brother sacrificed their lives to give me a decent chance of making something of myself. My father worked 3 jobs just to support me and brother. He worked his fingers to the bone just to put food on our table. I dedicated my life to make my family proud of me. And it has been this dedication that has made me a better person in all aspects of my life. I have faced a lot of obstacles in my life, and the struggle to overcome these obstacles has helped me to be the person I am today.

Jack Jefferson, you are on these obstacles and I will overcome you. So next week, in this ring, I have arranged it with the powers that be that you and I will go toe to toe in a Last Man Standing Match for your TV Title. And I can promise you that I will avenge this exact some small measure of vengeance for this unspeakable act that has taken place today. Jefferson, you have awoken an animal within me, an animal filled with such primal rage and aggression that I never knew existed. And I will unleash the wrath of this crazed animal on you in this arena. I can guarantee you one thing, there will be blood. Oh yes, there will be blood.

Curtis drops the mic and stares down Jefferson, who is still stood amongst the crowd as we fade to black.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Who is this Guy? (Finale) (Credit: Ross)

Post-Debut

Shoot me again! I ain’t dead yet!-Shoot Me Again, Metallica

It shows Ross sat in a thin wooden-chair, in deep-thought.

Inner-Thoughts: So, I landed my first match in this Fallout place, destroyed some worthless, burrito chomper from down-south? Pah, if this is where my fate lies, it’s hardly gonna’ be much of a challenge is it? And now I have to do some crappy little interview about what I plan to do next? Man this is gonna’ be easier than I thought.

Ross is wearing blue jeans, a black leather overcoat and a black t-shirt with a golden outline of The Crucifixion, which will no doubt attract viewer ire. He walks out through the door and it pans onto Richard Marlowe in his traditional coat and fedora hat.

Ross walks on screen and takes one look at Rich before laughing.

Rich: What’re you laughing at?

Ross: Well, I thought I’d inform you that this isn’t the Depression Era anymore, and that you should probably stop dressing like a Tommy-Gun wielding gangster.

Rich: OK whatever, now after destroying “The Latin Lunatic” last week, what’re your plans for Fallout & ACW?

Ross: Before we continue, I’d just like to say to you, YOU’RE NOT AL CAPONE! However, if you or ANY of this roster get on the wrong side of me, they shall be hence-forth known as Scarface when I’m done, y’all know what I’m talking about? And as for your question, I’ve worked in horrific places, I’ve been across the world as a government lackey and I’m quite sick of it, now this isn’t the worst place I’ve been too but it’s not far off. Believe me, I once had to hide in the gutting area of an abbatoir.

Rich: But Fallout isn’t that bad.

Ross: You’re kidding me? My locker-room was damn-near empty. And the toilets were broken in half. You know if you tore this place down, the Extreme Makeover Team could do a better job if they were near-dead off drugs.

Rich: Well that’s your opinion...

Ross: And then there’s the people here! An ex-video game character slash champion got destroyed in the main event. We’ve got a whole-army of government tools lead by one of the heads of this country, one of the figure-heads lead by the corruption of this the government, these tools and the figure-head who runs it are better known as “The Senatorial Stable”.

Rich: Wow, that’s pretty strong-words right there.

Ross: Lemme finish Rich, we’ve got a girl who thinks she’s some sort of Goddess, and a supposedly talking dog or some crap like that, who’s name is “Eros” and his name backwards is “Sore”, which is what will be the describing terms of every person I destroy in this god-forsaken place, we’ve also got a bad-guy from Scooby Doo, Byron what’s-his-face, and of course there’s you “Mr. Al Capone, the super-spy who takes incriminating photo’s of ACW”.

Rich: Yes, our locker-room is quiet diverse.

Ross: We’ve got some sort of rich snob, we’ve got an Amnesiac and her trainer who makes false promises, we’ve got a rock-band that are using wrestling as their pushing point for their “destined-to-fail” band, we’ve got some weirdo cow who dresses up like Donkey Kong, we’ve got vampire people, we’ve got a bar-fighting doctor, a guy who’s obsessed with fire who wants to beat on The Reaper or whatever his name is, we’ve got some other weirdo called “Brimstone” and then, there’s the icing on the cake? The Coup De Grace, some wanna-be biker guy who runs this little “Weirdo” shin-dig, and then we have one more, quiet possibly the toughest bastard in the industry, we have “The Bound In Destiny”, the one who has been told of great things, the one who is going to end the corruption, he is ROSS LAMBERT! And Fallout, ACW, you’d best watch your step, ‘cause you have NO idea what’s coming for you guys.

Ross Lambert… REMEMBER THE NAME![/color]

Fade

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Adrienne Frost vs Violet Cyrilla - Fallout Women’s Title (Credit: Yoko)

Iris steps into the ring to prepare the final match of the card.

Iris: The next match is our main event of the evening, and it is for the Fallout Women’s Title! Introducing first, the current champion, Violet Cyrilla!

Paranoia Attack begins to play and Violet makes her way out. As always, Mary Kane is behind her, and she’s carrying the title belt for her, as Violet’s hands are full with her electric guitar. She sets it down at ringside and slides into the ring, anxious to get this one over with.

Iris: And the challenger, Adrienne Frost!

Adrienne Frost is out before her theme, Cherry Lips, even starts. She isn’t running, but she’s definitely in a rush and not in the mood for theatrics. She’s in the ring within seconds, and the match is ready.

Bell Rings

These two have been in the ring together several times, with varying outcomes. Adrienne knows she has to be wary of the one hit KO, and Violet knows…well, she knows she has to guard her arm, though it may be in the back of her mind. But one thing she HAS gotten used to is that everyone approaches her with caution.

And that’s why it catches her completely off guard when Adrienne floors her with a clothesline. Adrienne wastes no time following the move and drops her knee heavily onto Violet’s arm, grabs it, and begins wrenching it. All of this happened in practically the blink of an eye for Violet, but once the pain kicks in, she tries to squirm away. Adrienne willingly lets go, and as Violet rolls away, Adrienne delivers a swift kick into her back. She lets Violet escape then; she knows she has the advantage for sure.

Barely forty seconds in and Violet has a major ache in her back, plus a throbbing arm. Not a great start. She looks to Mary at ringside for some guidance, but Mary just shrugs. That helps. Violet gets to her feet and prepares to confront Adrienne again. Adrienne has a wide smile full of confidence now. Violet rubs her arm as she slowly approaches Adrienne, and to the surprise of Adrienne this time, Violet suddenly lunges at her with a wild punch. She reaches out to grab that arm and force her into another armbar, but Violet pulls the arm back just as fast; it was a feint. She then quickly drives her other fist into Adrienne’s gut instead, something she definitely didn’t expect. Adrienne doubles over as she loses her breath momentarily. Violet steps around behind her, and remembering her extremely short training…rolls her up. Her training was for the inside cradle, but a pin is a pin I guess.

1!
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2!
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Not quite.

Adrienne kicks out, but Violet is on top of it. Or rather, on top of her, as she mounts her from the kickout and begins to punch her. Not her prime position for power, but still effective. Adrienne blocks a few, but she can’t seem to get out of it. Luckily for her, you can’t keep punching an opponent, and the referee forces Violet away, very much against her will. Violet argues that she had her where she wanted her, but the referee reminds her that she can’t do that. Violet is frustrated, but there’s nothing she can do. She needs to get Adrienne down again…where did she go? Violet was too busy fighting with the referee that she didn’t see where Adrienne slunk off to.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Out of the corner of her eye, like a flash, she catches Adrienne running at her and turns toward her. Adrienne leaps with a spin, her legs locking around Violet’s head with a headscissor, but it’s not a takeover, she grabs Violet’s arm and pulls it back hard. This is her finisher, the Domination. Violet can’t shake her off, and her knees are buckling under her own weight combined with Adrienne’s. She remembers that if she falls, she taps. She takes a difficult step toward the nearest rope, then another, then another, and then her legs give out. She stumbles forward under the weight, it’s too much. She falls…right into the ropes. It’s a little awkward with Adrienne compromising her entire upper half as she hits the ropes, but Adrienne manages to get away without getting tangled in the ropes. But then Adrienne holds her hand over her right eye.

Adrienne: She scratched my eye!

The referee rushes over to face her and tells her to lower her hand so he can check it out.

Violet grabs for the ropes to pull herself back up, but finds herself a little light on her feet for a second. She hears Mary Kane scream out her name, as if trying to alert her of something.

And then kabong.

She only caught a glimpse of it before it happened, but someone has nailed her hard in the head, with her own guitar no less. Mary didn’t get her attention fast enough.

Adrienne, with her eye now magically fine, pushes the referee away refusing his attention now, and pulls Violet to the middle of the ring and covers her.

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3!

Bell Rings

Iris: Your winner by pinfall, and NEW Women’s Champion, Adrienne Frost!

Violet feels like her brain is rotating inside of her head, especially since the rafters she’s staring at are apparently spinning. She roles over to stop the ceiling from spinning and sees Mary Kane get into the ring, guitar in one hand and title belt in the other.

She drops the guitar next to Violet and hands the belt to Adrienne. Adrienne hands it back to her, saying something Violet can’t understand, and then Mary Kane fastens the belt around Adrienne’s waist for her. A cameraman comes into the ring and Adrienne poses for some glorious photos with her new belt. For the final photo, she pulls Mary Kane into frame with her. Mary smiles alongside of Adrienne.

Mary then looks toward Violet, and as they lock eyes, she mouths the word “Sorry” before diverting her attention back to the camera. Mary and Adrienne then leave together.

Violet tries to get up and scramble after them but can’t get her footing…or full consciousness. She instead lays there. No belt, no friend, alone.

End Show

[Dalton]

Oh my God, I completely forgot that some people dont use the Blue/light blue theme! Apologies to those I handicapped =(

*writes note to change colours*

Twas a great show, get that match and promo in, 'twill be really great.

[jonnyomega]

Our promo should be ready soon.

We've been busy(well, I have >.>) doing coursework.

[Shawn]

yoko said:

Out of the corner of her eye, like a flash, she catches Adrienne running at her and turns toward her. Adrienne leaps with a spin, her legs locking around Violet’s head with a headscissor, but it’s not a takeover, she grabs Violet’s arm and pulls it back hard. This is her finisher, the Domination. Violet can’t shake her off, and her knees are buckling under her own weight combined with Adrienne’s. She remembers that if she falls, she taps. She takes a difficult step toward the nearest rope, then another, then another, and then her legs give out. She stumbles forward under the weight, it’s too much. She falls…right into the ropes. It’s a little awkward with Adrienne compromising her entire upper half as she hits the ropes, but Adrienne manages to get away without getting tangled in the ropes. But then Adrienne holds her hand over her right eye.

Adrienne: She scratched my eye!

The referee rushes over to face her and tells her to lower her hand so he can check it out.

Violet grabs for the ropes to pull herself back up, but finds herself a little light on her feet for a second. She hears Mary Kane scream out her name, as if trying to alert her of something.

And then kabong.

She only caught a glimpse of it before it happened, but someone has nailed her hard in the head, with her own guitar no less. Mary didn’t get her attention fast enough.

Adrienne, with her eye now magically fine, pushes the referee away refusing his attention now, and pulls Violet to the middle of the ring and covers her.

1!
.
.
.
.
2!
.
.
.
.
3!

Bell Rings

Iris: Your winner by pinfall, and NEW Women’s Champion, Adrienne Frost!

Violet feels like her brain is rotating inside of her head, especially since the rafters she’s staring at are apparently spinning. She roles over to stop the ceiling from spinning and sees Mary Kane get into the ring, guitar in one hand and title belt in the other.

She drops the guitar next to Violet and hands the belt to Adrienne. Adrienne hands it back to her, saying something Violet can’t understand, and then Mary Kane fastens the belt around Adrienne’s waist for her. A cameraman comes into the ring and Adrienne poses for some glorious photos with her new belt. For the final photo, she pulls Mary Kane into frame with her. Mary smiles alongside of Adrienne.

Mary then looks toward Violet, and as they lock eyes, she mouths the word “Sorry” before diverting her attention back to the camera. Mary and Adrienne then leave together.

Violet tries to get up and scramble after them but can’t get her footing…or full consciousness. She instead lays there. No belt, no friend, alone.

End Show

Lovely. Simply perfect.

[hunter]

Excellent show. Doyle was, naturally, the best part. <.<

[rosslambert]

Kick-awesome. Nice show!

[xs3]

Hooray for Fallout!

[The Senator]

I can't wait to see the missing stuff get integrated:)