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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 6, 2007 3:03:00 GMT -5
Dark Matches(Credit: Dalton)
#1: "Irresistable Object” Julio Rivera vs. Ken "Shoryuken" Masterson
The opener for the night was a well fought match between two competitors who could eventually make their way permanently onto Fallout TV. Rivera and Masterson looked in good form, and was a well played out back and forth battle. After an early surge of offense from Rivera, Masterson took control of the match with a number of German Suplexes. Masterson nearly had the match won, setting up for a Rolling Shave Ball. Rivera was able to dodge at the last second, return a brief offense, hit an enthusiastic Samba Suplex, and rolling Masterson up for the pin.
#2: "Outlaw" Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn vs. Felix Santana Sr. and Diego "Cool Flame" Santana
In an exciting match up between The Texans and The Santanas, the former show off their power in an amazing way. A great show for tag team combinations of power moves, with The Texans working in sync with each other. Early in the match, Santanas had a brief upper hand before Diego was hit with a POWERFUL lariat, knocking the wind out of him. From there out, Texans put on a clinic, taking turns showing the crowd what they could do. After Connor nailed Felix with an Outlaw’s Spike, he tagged out to Cogburn. The matched ended quickly from there, with Cogburn locking in the Badman Sleeper, forcing Santana to submit.
#3: Dangerous Nicholas Alger vs. "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson
Quite possibly the shortest and sweetest pre-show match of the night, DNA and Janson wrestled a quick paced brawl. Janson started off on the defensive with DNA getting the quick shots in. The match went back and forth for the whole time it lasted. In the closing moments, DNA was able to hit some of his trademarks and locked in the Red Alert to pick up the victory. However, following the match, he refused to release the hold, threatening to break Janson’s legs. The ref tried to force a release but nothing could get DNA off. Sgt. Pilko and Collosus Rhodes, each with a chair in tow, suddenly appeared from the crowd. DNA managed to let go of the hold and escape getting clocked in the head just before the sickeningly crash of the chairs hit against his head. After fighting off the Corporate Club members for a moment, he was overcame. At that point, Wolf appeared coming from the entrance ramp, and chased the Corporate Club out of the ring. As he helped DNA up, he as pushed away by DNA. DNA simply rolled out of the ring, shaking his head, and yelling at Wolf as he when up the ramp to stay out of his business.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:31:52 GMT -5
---------------------------------------- Match #1: Jack Jefferson vs. Matthew "The Mauler" Murton ---------------------------------------- Match #2: Fallout Television Title Marcus Curtis vs. Radobar ---------------------------------------- Match #3: Ross Lambert vs. Mr. Red ---------------------------------------- Match #4: Kirsten Carter vs. Iris Yoon ---------------------------------------- Match #5: Capitalists Reunion Match: 3 Minute Limit Match Capitalists vs. G Unit V2(Gary/Gooner) ---------------------------------------- Match #6: El Froggy Returns to the Ring: Bait and Switch Rules El Froggy Mask vs. Tito "Firefly" Barron ---------------------------------------- Main event: Fallout Openweight Title Rematch Daniel Ness vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint ---------------------------------------- This is a Halberd II Production…
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:32:11 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype…and Time Constraints (Credit: Senator)
As the show opens, Biff is seen in his office with Craig Lewis, El Froggy Mask, Daniel Ness, and Sylvain Mint, the latter of whom is seen with the Fallout Openweight Title.
Biff: Welcome one and all to Fallout, the Fastest Hour on Television! And this week, it’s faster than ever!
Craig: Yeah, since you kept going over an hour and pre-empting commercials…
Biff: Shoot, the network’s a bunch of jerks for that! So yeah, tonight, we got a rapid fire show comin’ at ya, since we got to stick in extra commercials this week, we’re doing things ultra fast! That means, the Capitalists return…but they have but three minutes in which to make their return! We got lotsa good longer matches, too, including Ross Lambert fighting Mr. Red, Kirsten Carter continues her rampage in the Womens Division, and…
El Froggy: What about me? What about El Froggy Mask?
Biff: Yes, you’re facing your old rival, Tito Barron in a Bait and Switch match! And finally, these two men here, Mr. Danny Ness, and Mr. Sylvain Mint will have themselves a good ol’ fashioned rematch for the Openweight Title! Now, let’s get moving!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:32:27 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Matthew “The Mauler” Murton (Credit: Jefferson)
Opening match and the fans are hoping that the show will go off with a bang. There is barely any arses in seats as the fans rise to cheer as Iris enters the ring for the first time in the evening, forcing her to pause before making her announcements.
R.J Fisher: A red hot crowd tonight as the fans await the first bout of the evening, pitting former TV Champion Jack Jefferson against occasional Fallout star, Matthew “The Mauler” Murton. I can, unfortunately, see only one outcome.
Dean Bardo: I’d be careful when making such rash assumptions Fisher. Jefferson is undoubtedly a talented performer but Murton is no slouch and Jefferson would be a fool to assume otherwise.
With the noise at an acceptable level, Iris is finally afforded enough time to announce the upcoming contest.
Iris: The following contest is your first match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall!
The announcement draws a smattering of applause and cheering but the majority stay relatively quiet, willing Iris to hurry up so the match can begin.
Iris: Introducing first…from Manchester, England; he weighs in this evening at 207lbs. He is a former TV Champion…“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFFERSSOONNNN!!
The boos are deafening as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, a sour expression on his face. He points toward Iris and can be seen mouthing the word “I’ll get the belt back, bitch” before gesturing to show the fans his intentions of reclaiming the gold, motioning with both hands at his waist.
Fisher: Jack Jefferson instantly making his intentions clear right now, he is already looking past this match towards Marcus Curtis and the Television Title.
Bardo: That could end up being a fatal error on the part of Jefferson. If he expects to finish the match quickly and decisively he could easily be badly mistaken. Mauler possesses a distinct height and weight advantage over Jefferson and he’s a man who certainly know how to put it to use.
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 awaits his opponents entrance.
Iris: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida; he weighs in this evening at 275lbs. He is…Matthew “The Mauler” MUUURRRTOOOONNN!!
Murton emerges to a rapturous reaction as he strides purposefully through the curtain and down the ramp. As he climbs onto the apron Jefferson comes off the ropes on the opposite side, connecting with a Running Dropkick to the midriff of his opponent, sending him flying into the Guard Rail.
Fisher: Jefferson not wasting any time going to work on Murton right here, he’s definitely a man with a plan.
Jefferson climbs out of the ring and walks over to Murton, who is bleeding after his head connected with the Guard Rail, and grabs him by the hair. Resisting, Murton drives his fist into the abdomen of Jefferson repeatedly, rising to his feet as he does so. Murton rolls Jefferson into the ring and the ref signals for the bell.
Bell Rings
Jefferson rises as Murton enters and he stares across at his larger foe, a little more wary of a rushed attack.
Bardo: I think Jefferson might just be realising that Murton is no pushover and he has to take him seriously.
The two lock up and Murton instantly drives Jefferson back into the corner where Jefferson seizes the opportunity to get a break, sticking his head through the ropes and setting off the ref’s count. As Murton breaks the hold Jefferson spits in his eye, blinding him temporarily, drawing a massive reaction from the fans who have no qualms about sharing the extend of their loathing for Jefferson with him.
Fisher: That was disgusting, how does he get away with such things?
Taking advantage of the opening he created, Jefferson connects with a vicious European Uppercut which staggers Murton. Following up, Jefferson floors his larger opponent with a Double-Underhook Backbreaker. He follows with a loose cover…
…1
…Kickout! Mauler kicks out indignantly, Jefferson simply smirks and runs off the ropes.
As he approaches Murton covers up to avoid being hit with a Running Elbow or Leg Drop, Jefferson simply pauses for a second before raking his boot across Murton’s face. Jefferson allows Murton to rise before connecting with a Wrist Clutch Exploder. Jefferson smirks before applying a High Elevated Crab, applying intense pressure to the lower back of Murton, who struggles against it, trying to reach the ropes.
After 30 seconds, Murton finally grabs the ropes and Jefferson takes full advantage of the 5-count to inflict more damage on his opponent before finally releasing the hold. Jefferson ascends the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring to taunt the booing fans before hopping down to face the rising Murton. Jefferson makes a “bring it on” gesture, drawing Murton into a charge. As he does so Jefferson jumps in the air, spins around, and connects with a kick to Murton’s face, thus completing the Wheel Kick. He covers…
…ONE
…TWO
…THREE!
Jefferson rises to celebrate a decisive victory, one which comes much to the chagrin of the Fallout faithful.
Iris: Your winner, via pinfall…“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFFERSSOONNNN!!
Jefferson ascends the turnbuckle, making the “I’m going for gold” gesture once more, he is clearly not finished in his pursuit of Marcus Curtis.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:32:45 GMT -5
Segment: True Giants (Credit: XS3)
We cut to the Fallout announcer's table to see Dean Bardo, RJ Fisher and Predator looking towards the camera.
Fisher: "Welcome back to Fallout action. As always, it's RJ Fisher alongside Dean Bardo and Predator."
Bardo: "Indeed, we are just getting ready for our next match which should be interesting."
Predator: "Interesting? Have you seen who's on the card tonight? Gimme a break! The only match I'm looking forward to is the main event because Daniel Ness has an opportunity at redemption tonight and--"
Suddenly, generic rock music cuts off Predator's words and out comes Colossus Rhodes. He comes down the ramp, looking foul as per usual. He lumbers into the ring and snatches Iris' mic away from her.
Colossus: "Get the hell out of my ring, this is my time."
Iris is shocked at Colossus' words but after tonight, she's in no mood to argue with a giant so she quietly exits the ring. Colossus looks on at the jeering fans.
Colossus: "Yeah, that's right. Sorry if you commoners were wanting to see a 'match'."
The crowd continues their booing as Colossus looks ready to snap someone in half.
Colossus: "I've come out here to inform you all that the competition here on Fallout is weak. It is absolutely PATHETIC. Nearly half of these morons in the back can't wrestle their way out of a paper bag and yet, somehow we wind up with fluke champions like Marcus Curtis."
Bardo: "I beg to differ. Marcus Curtis has worked very hard to get where he's at."
Predator: "Well, go ahead, Dean. Say that to Colossus' face."
Colossus does a small spit take before continuing.
Colossus: "I walk through the back and I am absolutely disgusted at what I see. All I see are weaklings who claim they are the messiahs of professional wrestling. The problem is this. You need to be able to back up your words in the ring. I'm one of the only few left on Fallout who can do that."
The crowd is really disagreeing with what Colossus has to say. The giant doesn't really care what anyone says, however.
Colossus: "You people care to disagree with me? Fine, I don't care! I don't give a damn what you people think! Go ahead and cry to your mommy! There's nothing anyone can do to stop me! If anyone cares to take it up with me, they know exactly where to find me! It's about time I got some real competition around here and whoever wants to step up to me, I will show them that they are weak and useless and in the end, they'll be another victim on my list of people who I've demolished."
Colossus then lowers his mic and stares at the fans with venomous intent. Suddenly, he jerks his head over towards the stage.
Colossus: "Now hit my music!"
Colossus is starting to get a little impatient as the seconds pass by. Finally, he raises the mic back up.
Colossus: "Hey, are you idiots back there deaf or something? I told you to hit my music! Don't make me come back there--"
Suddenly, a piece of music hits. But much to the surprise of almost everyone in the building, it's the sounds of "Going Postal" by Will Hummel. The crowd recognizes the old theme and they leap to their feet. The cheering doubles with intensity as a large man and a woman step out from the back.
Upon closer inspection, it's none other than Hitman of the Gods and Serenity Ramirez.
Fisher: "OOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOODS!!! HITMAN IS HERE!!!"
Bardo: "Well this is certainly an unexpected visit."
Predator: "No, dammit! It's impossible! I beat that lummox two years ago! Why would he be coming back to come smite me?"
Hitman walks down the ramp with Serenity at his side. He nods to a couple of the fans before approaching ringside. Hitman steps onto the apron and stares a hole through Colossus.
Fisher: "I don't think he's here for you, Predator! I think he wants Colossus!"
Serenity then walks up the steps and joins Hitman on the apron. The former giant from ACW steps over the ropes and into the ring then picks up Serenity and places her into the ring. "Going Postal" fades and Hitman looks down at Colossus, not saying a word. Colossus doesn't appear to be backing down either… until a couple seconds later when he slowly begins making his exit from the ring. He steps over the ropes slowly and stares down Hitman, who slowly raises up his arm and tells Colossus to bring it.
Bardo: "I think Colossus better realize who he's messing with here. Hitman was one of the most respected wrestlers in ACW and he proved it with his immense size."
Predator: "But you know what? He doesn't have any titles to show for it!"
Fisher: "When you're a guy like Hitman, I don't think you need titles to gain respect like he did."
The crowd is going nuts with "HITMAN!" chants as Colossus steps down onto the floor and slowly makes his way to the back, not taking his eyes off of the man who may have answered his challenge.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:33:06 GMT -5
TV Title Match: Marcus Curtis vs. Radobar (Credit: Marcus Curtis)
We return from commercial to see the final few moments of Radobar’s entrance, he stands patiently in his corner as Iris gets ready to announce his opponent.
Iris: And his opponent, from Kenya by way of Trenton, New Jersey…he weighs in at 212lbs and is your TV Champion,,,,,Marcus Currrrrrrtisssssss
As the opening tones of Happy by Mudvayne play over the ACW sound system Marcus bursts from the curtains, a brightly coloured pyro goes off as Curtis hits his closed hand off his chest and raises his arms above his head. He then jogs down to ringside slapping as many fan hands as possible, he then slides into the ring and poses in the corner, proudly showcasing his title. Curtis then drops down from the top rope and unbuckles his title, he takes a long look at it before handing it to the referee who holds it above his head and calls for the bell.
Both men circle each other vehemently before locking up in the centre of the ring, they jostle for an advantage for a few moments before breaking the hold as neither is able to secure a clear advantage, they stare each other down momentarily before locking horns once again, this time Radobar quickly shifts his feet and manoeuvres himself behind Curtis with a waistlock applied. Curtis manages to force one of his arms between Radobar and his waist and delivers two elbows to the mid section before twisting his body under Radobar’s left arm and applying a hammer lock. He maintains his advantage by spinning his opponent around into a side headlock. He tightly applies the hold as Radobar tries to find a way to break it, after exhausting all possibilities, he directs Curtis towards the ropes with the intention of sending off to the other side, this does not pan out, however, as Curtis quickly snaps off a headlock takedown. Radobar quickly shifts his weight and rolls Curtis into a pinning predicament.
ONE
TW-Kickout
Curtis rolls backward straight to his feet as does Radobar who walks right into a quick armdrag, Radobar gets to his feet quickly and walks straight into a hiptoss attempt from Curtis, he blocks the hiptoss and swiftly transitions into a monkey flip sending Curtis flying across the ring, Curtis manages to execute a forward roll to counter act the move and rolls through to his feet, he turns round to face Radobar and the two have a stand off, they shake each others hands in a show of respect before they return to the nearest corner. They cautiously approach each other, Radobar offers up his right hand for a test of strength which Curtis accepts and they then lock in their left hands and quickly begin their test of machismo, with Radobar giving up 27 lbs to his opponent he is quickly forced back into the nearest corner, Radobar quickly climbs his way onto the second rope so he has the leverage advantage, he then jumps off the buckle and twists into a 180 before executing another monkey flip, he keeps hold of the wrists of Curtis and tries to execute a backwards roll which Curtis blocks with his knees, supporting all of Radobar’s weight on his knees, Radobar gets back to his feet to maintain his leverage advantage, however Curtis uses some of the knowledge he’s gained from watching old World of Sport tapes and uses his feet to push Radobar’s feet into a splits position, as Radobar struggles to maintain his balance Curtis uses his left leg to break the wristhold and swiftly rolls himself underneath Radobar’s left arm to apply a wristlock on his opponent. Radobar winces under the pressure of Curtis’ wristlock as the TV Champion applies more and more pressure to the hold. Curtis swiftly turns the wristlock into a hammerlock. Again Radobar winces under the pressure of the hold, he tries to counter the hold but Curtis intensifies the pressure before quickly grabbing hold of Radobar’s chin and dropping him with a neckbreaker after which Radobar lands in a seated position, Curtis follows up the neckbreaker by running off the ropes and hitting a diving dropkick to the back of Radobar’s head before covering him with a lateral press.
ONE
TW-Kickout
Curtis quickly picks up Radobar and hoists him up in the air with a beautiful stalling suplex before dropping him hard on his head with a brutal brainbuster that draws gasps from the majority of the crowd as the top of Radobar’s skull makes a heavy contact with the canvas, they look on as his body rolls to seated position before slumping lifelessly to the mat. Curtis rolls over and hooks the leg of Radobar.
ONE
TWO
TH-Kickout
Curtis takes a brief moment to collect his thoughts and formulate a plan. He quickly picks up Radobar and hits with a European Uppercut that sends Radobar spinning so his back is to Curtis, Curtis swiftly wraps his arms around Radobar’s waist and hits his opponent with a high angle back suplex that drops Radobar onto the back on his head, Curtis keeps his arms locked tightly around Radobar’s waist and rolls through so both men are standing again, Curtis then hooks his arms underneath Radobar’s arms and hits a Tiger Suplex, again he keeps his grip on Radobar and rolls through, this time he applies a full nelson and hits a Tiger Suplex 85, one of his trademark manoeuvres , he elegantly bridges after the impact to create a pinning predicament.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Iris: Here is your winner…and still TV Champion…Marrrcusssss…Curtissssss!!!
Curtis is handed the TV Title by the referee and he poses on the middle rope with it. He then jumps down from the rope and poses on the ropes at the opposite side of the ring. He jumps down from the middle rope and spots Radobar who is half standing half kneeling and is holding the back of his head, Curtis approaches him and offers his hand in a show of respect for the good showing he put in today, Radobar accepts the handshake and even goes as far as raising the hand of Curtis in a mutual show of respect. Suddenly Curtis’ attention is diverted from Radobar when the sound system begins to play ‘The Next Episode” by Dr Dre. Curtis looks to the entrance ramp to see Jack Jefferson stood in his street clothes. Curtis beckons for Jefferson to come down to the ring whilst holding onto the title that was once in the possession of his rival. The camera switches back to Jefferson who just smirks before looking at his wristwatch and mouthing the words “I’ll wait” as we fade to commercial
Fade
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:33:24 GMT -5
Segment: The List (Credit: Dalton) Famliar room, familiar furniture. Camera moves to a wall, blank of any decorations but a solitary piece of paper with the words "THE LIST" scrawled on the top. The view is far back from the wall, showing it all the way across. This makes the piece of paper near impossible to read. Slowly, the camera zooms in on the paper, as a voice resonates from seemingly no where.
There she is, The List. For now, she remains blank, devoid of her true purpose. Soon though, names will appear. Names of Fallout wrestlers. Names of ACW wrestlers. Crew members, trainers, security, maybe even a general manager. Not even I know yet. But, there will be names. Then, slowly, one name at a time, I will go through my list. I will make those people suffer. Put them through hell. This list represents something. It represents what it took to get me to this point in my life. All the people who rubbed me the wrong way. The places I was forced to stay in. My life, so far, will finally get retribution for all the shit I went through already. However, unlike life, this list will continue to grow. More names I get, the larger the list grows. The more retribution I have gained. Make my life complete, give it meaning. Thats what my list represents. Those who I go after, they will try to stop me. They will try to keep me from my goal. They will fail. The will lose. And they will learn that...
At this point, the camera has zoomed into the paper, showing it fully, taking up the entire picture. No names are on the List as of yet, but it can almost be felt that the names will come soon. The List will serve a purpose.
{Suddenly, the picture switches from the List to PJ Mills, back against a black wall, showing only his face.}
In the end... You're just. Another. Name. [/color][/center] Camera fades to black.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:33:40 GMT -5
Segment: Fire and Ice (Credit: Yoko)
Deep, deep within the Fallout arena building, The Cremator is in the boiler room, feeding the flames. And, as usual, speaking to them.
Cremator: The man has beaten me, but his lust for revenge remains unsatisfied. Why have you given him the Strength, and why have you given him a partner?
He looks into the flame.
Cremator: And why don’t you speak anymore?
He sighs and tosses more flammable material into it, breathing in the fumes.
Cremator: Maybe I need a partner, did you consider that? Why him? He beat me, I’m the underdog already!
??: I didn’t know you really stayed down here. Little warm, don’t you think?
Cremator turns at the voice. He smiles at what he sees.
Cremator: Your help is appreciated.
End Segment
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:33:58 GMT -5
Match: Ross Lambert vs Red (Credit: Lambert)
RJ Fisher: Well we’ve seen a great show so far on the Fastest Hour on television, what’s cooking now?
Falling Away From Me by KoRn hits as the crowd begin booing, out walks Ross Lambert in his over-coat he raises both arms at the top of the ramp.
Bardo: I like this guy, he sets out to do something and he gets it done.
RJ: Not always with the nicest methods though.
Bardo: What you’re forgetting is though Fisher is that Lambert here, he knows it’s do or die in that ring and he does it, let’s flick back to two weeks ago in his match against Angelo Giovanni, he messed him up!
He’s sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle and gets the crowd too boo louder before jumping down and grabbing the mic from Iris Yoon.
Ross: Tonight in this very Fallout ring. In this piece of crap town I like to call… wait, where the hell are we?
Crowd: YOU SUCK!
Ross: OK so we’re in the town of “You Suck” apparently, anyways tonight I face off against “The Only Reds Fan” and he’s just like the real team… a load of cr-
Redsfan by Freekbass hits as out steps Mr. Red not looking happy, he runs into the ring and Ross throws the microphone down.
The brawl begins as Ross throws a punch but Red swerves out the way and hits a nifty Rock-Style Swing-Around DDT. Ross leaps up but Red throws a back-hand chop to Ross as a “Woo” echo’s through the crowd, Red throws a swift jaw-shot to Ross and another Chop (Woo!!!) and continues the comb between punch and chop (woo), punch and chop (woo), punch and chop.
Ross is backed up on the ropes and Red throws him to the other side, as Ross storms back, he looks to hit a Clothesline but Red swerves out the way, Ross bounces forward into the ropes, backing up he swerves around into a Rollthrough Boston Crab by Red.
Ross quickly throws himself forward to try and grab the ropes, Red tries to pull him forward but the large frame of Ross slows him, he soon grabs the ropes, Red lets go as the ref counts.
Red kicks Ross in the back repeatedly, defending the honour of his team, Red grabs a leg and looks to snap another Boston Crab in but Ross rolls over and uses his legs to through Red through the middle/top rope.
The crowd start booing as Ross gets his senses back, he picks himself up and sees Red getting back in the ring, he storms over and boots Red in the face, sending him flying off the apron.
RJ: WOAH! That was… that was VICIOUS!
Ross reaches through the ropes and pulls Red in by his shirt, he pulls him up the apron before grabbing his head and pulling him through the ropes, he throws him face first into a turnbuckle post which after close examination, somehow the cap has gone missing.
He throws him face first into it again and looks for a third time but Red elbows out and counters with his own throw, but much more viciously, Ross stumbles out the corner and Red hoists him into a Scoop Slam position, he turns to the right and throws him viciously into the exposed turnbuckle leaving him in the Tree of Woe position.
The crowd pop as Red strides out of the corner, backing off to the opposite side he gets a good run up and flings himself to a Baseball Slide, Ross quickly sits up seeing his looming fate and a nasty “Ooooh” echo’s throughout the arena as Red lands in a vicious position around the ring-post without saying too much.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:34:17 GMT -5
Ross sits up and hops off the turnbuckle onto the ring apron and climbs down, he grabs a leg and looks to throw it into the turnbuckle but thinks better of it, he rolls into the ring and pulls Red out of his “predicament” and places him adjacent to the turnbuckle, he stamps him twice and climbs the turnbuckle.
He leaps off and sticks his knee out for the brutalizing knee-drop but Red swiftly rolls out the way, Ross picks himself up and clutches his knee before standing up straight, Red is getting up and Ross grabs him by the head and hits a vicious standing Lariat. Ross pulls him up and hooks into a Kneeling Hangman Breaker, leaping down.
Ross gets up and hits a vicious Open-Palm strike to the face, Red looks to fall but Ross grabs his shirt and stops him, he throws him backfirst into the exposed turnbuckle and he stumbles out at great speed, Ross hoists him up in the Side-Slam position and he spins around using the stumbling momentum to hit a 720 degree Spinning Side-Slam, planting him onto the mat.
After hitting a devastating Wrist-Clutch Snap DDT, Red looks out of it, Ross pulls up Red and hooks for Crucifix Powerbomb and slams him straight down into the mat which such impact that the ring shakes!
He walks to the corner and drags Red with him, he hoists him and the whole crowd knows what’s happening, he climbs top (and to the very top this time, not the middle rope) and launches off.
EX-GEE KAY NAHN!
Ross rolls his victim over and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Iris: Here is your winner… ROSS. LAMBERT!
Falling hits as Ross rolls out the ring to loud booing, he walks up the ramp and raises his arm in victory before leaving for backstage.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:34:32 GMT -5
Segment: Demands (Credit: Jefferson)
The door of Biff’s office flies open and an irate Jack Jefferson strides in. Biff, startled at first, scowls at the intrusion, and finishes talking on the phone.
Biff: …yeah, look I’m really sorry. I’ve just been interrupted and I need to deal with it. I’ll get back to you.
Slamming the phone down, Biff rises to confront Jefferson.
Biff: What the HEL--
Jefferson: Shut up! I couldn’t care less what you have to say. I’m here for one reason, and one reason only…RESPECT! I’m a former…
Jefferson scowls inwardly at the use of the word “former”[/b]
Jefferson: …TV Champion and suddenly I’m back to curtain jerking against nobodies?! It’s not good ENOUGH! I demand a rematch! I demand a shot at Curtis!
Biff: Look! You are merely an employee, you do what I say, and you’ll like it! If I say you curtain jerk, you fucking curtain jerk!!
Jefferson bears his teeth and leans in towards Biff.
Biff: Look, before you quote me on the ins and outs of your contract, I’m aware of the rematch clause. You speak of respect yet you show me none, this does not help your cause.
Jefferson clenches his fist, but refrains from striking Biff, who wears a smug look.
Jefferson: When do I get my rematch?!
Biff: You get your rematch when I say so and not before! Now get out, I am busy.
Jefferson scowls and leans in, his manner growing ever more hostile, before turning and storming out of Biff’s Office.
Fade to Black
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:34:50 GMT -5
Match: Kirsten Carter vs. Iris Yoon (Credit: XS3)
Iris stands in the ring, wearing her ring attire and brandishing a small smile on her face.
Iris: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Manhattan, New York, she is 'The Mountain' Kirsten Carter!"
Lights cut to black. As bright strobe lights flash frantically upon the entryway, the single rim shot at the start of "Girl's Not Grey" by AFI rings sharply throughout the arena and the intro kicks into full swing. When the second guitar riff comes in, a platform from under the stage begins to slowly ascend, raising Kirsten Carter, her head draped under the hood of her jacket and the Irish flag draped over her shoulders. Once the lights come back on during the more subdued part of the intro, Kirsten grabs hold of the flag and pulls it off herself, being sure to dramatically sweep it in front of her. Pyro then rains down from the entryway as Kirsten takes her hood and flips it back to expose her face. Kirsten begins to march down the entry ramp, touching hands with a few fans along the way. She hops onto the apron and spins around to blow a kiss toward the camera and enters the ring under the bottom rope. Kirsten runs to all four turnbuckles and mounts each one right after the other, taunting enthusiastically or headbanging to rouse up the adoring crowd.
Iris: "And her opponent… yours truly, Iris Yoooooooon!"
Iris then drops her microphone in a heartbeat, charges at Kirsten and drives a forearm into the side of her skull.
Bell rings.
Iris is wasting no time in trying to wear down Kirsten by throwing forth a barrage of forearm strikes and punches. However, Kirsten isn't going to take this anymore and she shows it by shoving Iris off of her. When Iris goes back to seek and destroy Kirsten, he is caught with an uppercut that knocks her flat on her ass. Kirsten then nails a low angle dropkick that sends Iris careening to the canvas. Kirsten makes a cover but when Iris kicks out before three, she is punished by getting picked up and sent back down again courtesy of a huge bicycle kick. Kirsten makes another cover but she only gets a two.
Kirsten then picks Iris up only to receive a punch to her midsection. She doubles over from the shot and Iris uses the opportunity to deliver a low kick to Kirsten's knee. She then delivers a running low angle dropkick to knock Kirsten to the ground before making a cover for a two count. The crowd begins getting on Kirsten's side by chanting her name as Iris then uses a surfboard stretch to try and wear Kirsten down. Kirsten is not one to give up too easily though and she begins to pull herself up. She begins to fight her way out of the hold but Iris slams her back down to the canvas by her hair.
Iris then picks up Kirsten and places her upside down in the corner. She then backs up and looks for her baseball slide. As soon as she charges, Kirsten pulls herself up and Iris' feet connect with a whole lot of turnbuckle. Kirsten then hops down on the ground and whips Iris into the opposite corner before charging and connecting with a big Carter Splash (Stinger Splash) that sends Iris stumbling out of the corner. Kirsten then connects with the Carter Cutter (sit-down shiranui) before locking in the Miseria Cantare. Iris doesn't want to damage herself too badly (due to her announcing duties) so she chooses to tap out.
Bell rings.
Kirsten grabs Iris' discarded mic.
Kirsten: "And the winner of this match is 'The Mountain' Kirsten Carter."
She then sets the mic down on Iris' stomach before taking her leave with the fans certainly impressed by her in-ring skills.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:35:11 GMT -5
Segment: ESPN (Credit: Durden)
DUN NUH NUH NUH NUH NUH
The ever so famous SportsCenter jingle blares throughout as we cut to a shot of Dan Patrick and Stuart Scott sitting behind the anchor desk.
DAN We interrupt this broadcast of “Man Vs. Beast: Billiards” for this latest bit of breaking news...from the world of professional wrestling, no less.
STUART That’s right. This Saturday night, legendary Fallout superstar El Froggy Mask will make his long awaited return from injury to the Fallout ring.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “This isn’t the typical bit of SportsCenter news.” That much is true, but consider that Fallout brass have signed El Froggy Mask to a contract worth 35 million dollars...FOR ONE YEAR, PEOPLE!
DAN For further insight on this story, we turn to Around The Horn analyst Woody Paige.
Cut to Woody Paige in Denver Post office.
WOODY THAT’S A LOT OF MONEY!
Cut back to Dan, looking rather flustered.
DAN Well...uh...thanks for that...whatever it was.
STUART Yet again, Fallout Superstar El Froggy Mask signs record shattering contract with wrestling association. We now return to your regularly scheduled broadcast of “Man Vs. Beast: Billiards.”
Cut out.
PLAY-BY-PLAY ANNOUNCER -nd the bear sinks the eight ball!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:36:22 GMT -5
Match #5: Capitalists Reunion Match: 3 Minute Limit Match Capitalists vs. G Unit V2(Gary/Gooner)
Uh… Big whoops, here.
When we assign matches on the Fallout board, we put the volunteer’s name next to the match, in parenthesis. I think because of the parenthesis in this match’s title, we overlooked it and thought it was taken, without realizing it just told who was in the team.
So no one wrote this match.
Capitalists won, with ease, by pinning Gary after Gooner missed a superkick so badly that he fell out of the ring.
Sorry about this one.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Mar 8, 2007 7:36:43 GMT -5
Segment: Thoughts (Credit: Durden)
The camera approaches Kirsten Carter from behind and slightly to the left as she steps out into the driving rain from a doorway at the side of the building. As the shot moves around her she hits play on her Zune and places it into her jacket pocket, then as the camera is almost in front of her she reaches back and flicks a large hood up over her head, the top of it hanging low and casting the top half of her face in shadow as the first notes of the song are heard.
When this began I had nothing to say And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
Kirsten walks forward with her head hung low and her hands in her pockets as everything bar the street below her feet slowly fades away and is replaced with grainy footage of her history, Kirsten’s memories running through her mind as she continues onwards.
But all they can see the words revealed Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
Over Kirsten’s left shoulder we see an image of her as a younger woman, her face completely covered bar her red lips which make a playful biting motion to camera. As this fades on the right we see Kirsten sat back in a chair, all little black shorts and skinny fit top, with her feet up on Biff Taylor’s desk. He just looks back across at her with a nice mix of confusion and frustration.
Just stuck, hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
Now over her left shoulder we see Kirsten dressed all in red, holding a cigarette between her middle and index fingers while placing her free hand at her hip, while on the right she is dressed in black clutching a bottle of Wodka Gorbatschow vodka near her mouth. The two images move towards each other and merge into one of Kirsten stumbling down a corridor, a carton of cigarettes in her left hand and the vodka in her right, muttering unheard words and collapsing to her knees in a corner.
I wanna heal I wanna feel
Kirsten continues to walk on through the rain, only the pictures in the background changing, this time we see Kirsten staggering down a corridor leaving a trail of bright red blood along the wall, her left arm wrapped tightly in barbed wire, the side of her red top damp with the stuff and red streaks of blood across those parts of her face that are visible. Kirsten takes a note from on top of a desk, reads it then falls backwards onto the floor motionless as blood begins to pool underneath her. As this image fades another of an ambulance appears, slowing to a halt before bright white light pours from every window of it. The back doors swing open and Kirsten steps out clad entirely in pure white, a length of silk wrapped around her eyes.
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong
Now the memories become a bit more recent, Kirsten is standing in her white outfit but Biff Taylor is seen behind her, whispering into her ear, as Kirsten looks into the middle distance her outfit changes like oil over snow until it is all black, the Fallout logo appearing in flames on her chest and a smile creeping onto her face.
I will never be anything ‘til I break away from me I will break away, I’ll find myself today
Kirsten now slows and the memories in the background disappear to reveal her standing in the middle of a bridge looking down on a surging river below, the pouring rain only making it look more intimidating. Kirsten brings her hands out of her pockets and facing directly at camera reaches up for her hood as unexpectedly a large van screeches to a standstill behind her. As Kirsten flicks her hood back two figures jump out of the van and one brings a bag down over her head while the other wraps their arms around her pulling her back into the van, which speeds off before they even manage to close the door properly.
With a resounding gasp is Kirsten Carter abruptly shaken from her slumber. As she desperately forces air into her lungs, she gropes around her face, soon realizing that there indeed isn’t any bag placed over her head. Her breath gradually returns to her, and her posture loosens. Brushing the matted locks of hair dripping with sweat out of her eyes, Kirsten glances out the window of her high rise Manhattan apartment to see rain viciously beating against the glass. She tosses the covers off herself and scrambles out of bed. Hastily putting a pair of capris and a hooded cotton jacket over her sleep clothes, she exits her apartment into the ominous unknown outside.
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