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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:39:32 GMT -5
Segment: Pirate TV (Credit: Yoko)
Eight Minute Abs, with John Basedow! Gain six pack abs in only eight minutes a day!
5:00AM infomercials. Nothing else is on, but you can't sleep...It's John Basedow, Extenze Natural Male Enhancement, or Inuyasha. The choice is clear.
But suddenly, the TV blacks out and turns to static. Even in this day and age you can't rely on technology. Sheesh.
The picture is back! But wait, that isn't John Basedow. That's some fat guy in front of a TV set. Wait, isn't that Biff Taylor?
Biff: Is it on, oh powerful ma'am? Yeah? Good. Everyone watching, this is Biff Taylor, general manager of Fallout, the fastest hour of wrestling on television. Or it used to be,
before our network cancelled our show in March in favor of more drama. They Know Drama, pffft. And now our financer is looking to sell us, since we have no timeslot. But I
say nay, do not sell us!
He sticks a tape into a VCR.
Biff: Right before cancellation we had completed a show, henceforth known as Fallout: The Lost Show. It took place on March 17th, 2007. Enjoy, dudes. Oh, also, don't tell
the police about this broadcast...ok?
The camera zooms in on his TV...and Fallout begins.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:40:11 GMT -5
Dark Matches
#1 Hobo Harry vs. Gooner The PEWA wrestler known for his hapless results in most singles matches got himself an exhibition match for Fallout in the preshow. He made the best of it, fighting
agressively from the beginning. Harry kept up the pressure throughout the match, evading the superkick from Gooner, before hitting his Junction Malfunction top rope
bulldog. He then dragged his opponent to the middle, climbed the corner, walked to the middle of the ropes, and leaped off with his Hobo-Sault for a clean, surprisingly easy
win.
#2 The Capitalists vs. Matthew Murton and The Everyman The Dwight Gym team of trainee and trainer, repectively took on the number one contenders for the tag titles, and it was not pretty by any means. Kevin Fitsharris gave
neither opponent any breathing room, consistantly keeping them grounded with basic brawling techniques, and his speed managed to give him a clear advantage over each. However, after a good five minutes, Fitsharris started to tire out from thrashing two opponents. Everyman caught him off guard with a
Workman's Comphensation running big boot, and got a near fall, with Kalb making the save. The tag was made soon, and the Captitalists managed to get an easy win with
a Capital Punishment double team Adam Smith Driver on Murton.
#3: The Texans vs. The Goodfellas The second dark match featuring PEWA talent, with the Goodfellas holding PEWA tag gold. The ex-mafia duo earned themselves a huge pop as they made their
unannounced appearence in the pre-show. They had a challenge ahead of them, though. The two old veterans from Texas managed to take their also-expereinced
opponents off guard with their toughness and tactics. Duke Cogburn even nearly managed to take out Tony the Rod early on with his Badman Sleeper. Connor and the
Wire fought furiously when they were tagged in, with the Outlaw dumping Eddie over the ropes with a back body drop, and rolling to the outside, and throwing him over the
guardrail. The referee lost total control at this point, and both teams simply beat each other to a pulp, throwing heads into steel steps, slamming chairs into backs, and
generally doing nasty old brawler sorts of things. Security decided to let this one go, and both teams eventally tired out, and shook hands in the middle of the ring, for a refreshing deviation from the norm.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:40:26 GMT -5
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Match#1: Chase West Debut Match Ross Lambert vs. Chase West --------------------------------------------
Match#2: Fallout TV Title Marcus Curtis vs. Angelo Giovanni
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Match#3: Adrienne Frost vs. Lilly Rouge
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Match#4: Kirsten Carter vs. Tonya Montana
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Main Event Match: Six Man Tag Match Mayhem Daniel Ness, El Froggy Mask and Colossus Rhodes vs. Dangerous Nicholas Alger, OLYMPIA and Felix Santana Jr.
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This is a Halberd II Production...
FALLOUT?!?! `_.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:40:44 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
As the show opens, Biff Taylor is seen in his office standing by the door. He locks the door, and purposefully jams his chair against the doorknob, before walking back over
and sitting down on his desk.
Biff: Finally! Alright, dudes and dudettes, we got a great show ready for you all tonight! And no interupptions by anyone, this time! That means I can get this preview done
nice and easy! Ok, tonight, Chase West debuts, and he debuts against the very tough Ross Lambert. Next up, Marcus Curtis defends against perhaps his toughest
opponent yet, the seasoned and mean hearted Angelo Giovanni! We're just gettin' started here, as Adrienne Frost takes on Lilly Rouge, not for the title, but certainly for your
viewing pleasure and the sake of competiton! We keep up the awesomeness in the Womens division, as the undefeated Kirsten Carter has to move a mountain herself, the
Tigress, Tonya Montana. And finally, you all asked for it, six man mayhem! A huge tag with the wusses from the locker room going up against my Corporate Club elite!
Biff: And tonight's not the end of things! Colission Course approaches! We got three badass matches ready for there, DNA tries to face Daniel Ness, the Corporate Ace for
his Openweight Title, second, we have the Capitalists and the Royles fighting for the tag titles, and finally, we got Colossus Rhodes taking a break from destroying
OLYMPIA to knock down an overrated giant in the industry, Hitman of the Gods, in a one time deal! Fallout, the Fastest Hour on Television, and the Most Exciting Action on
Pay Per View!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:41:07 GMT -5
Match: Ross Lambert vs Chase West (Credit: TK)
Iris: This contest is scheduled for … ONE FALL! From Temecula, California, weighing in at 280 pounds – ROSS LAMBERT!
[Beating Me Down” by KoRn hits the sound system and out from the back comes a man who can fill up an arena with boo’s just by his presence, Ross Lambert! Lambert
strolls down to the ring in no dramatic fashion as he prepares for ring entry. Once inside, he strolls back and forth in his corner adjusting his ring gear for maximum comfort.]
Iris: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, making his in ring debut on Fallout and weighing in at 226 pounds, This is CHASE WEST!
["Sober" by Tool hits the PA and the crowd watches on in interest as Chase West makes his debut here on tonight’s Fallout! He comes down to the ring focusing on
Lambert in the ring and ignoring everything else around him – a sign of a true contender! He climbs up the ring steps and joins Lambert in the ring where he and the man
from Cali! The ref calls for the bell and we are underway!]
~!~DING~!~
Both men lock up and West gets pushed to his back by the power of Lambert! West leaps up onto his feet and runs right back to Lambert and pops him with an uppercut
punch! Lambert just spits blood onto the canvas and once again shoves West back down to the mat! West rolls over onto his feet and tries to run at Lambert yet again! This
time Lambert puts his boot up and nails West in the jaw! West hits hard and rolls out of the ring in pain. Ross paces back and forth grinning like a lion awaiting his prey. He
looks over at West and waves him back into the ring! West hits the canvas in anger and rolls back into the ring! He lunges at Ross and locks up with him! West puts
Lambert in an arm bar and then begins shoulder blocking Lambert back into the ropes! Lambert is getting blasted and is starting to show pain! West releases Ross’ arm and
then kicks him in the side of the knee with a dropkick! Lambert kneels onto the canvas and West knees him in the jaw! Lambert falls back and West drops a big leg drop
onto him for good measure! Lambert is hurting and West picks him up and pushes him over the top rope with a clothesline that has little impact behind it! Lambert falls over
the top rope and West leaps over it to join him with a suicide dive! He takes Lambert out with the move and both men collapse onto the arena floor. West slowly but surely
pulls himself up! West grabs Lambert by the head and whips him into the steel ring post! Lambert hits hard and West comes in for a big boot to the face! Lambert leaps out
of the way and West ends up jamming his leg into the ring post! He crashes down in pain holding his knee![/I]
R.J. Fisher: West might have injured his knee with that botched boot to the face!
Dean Bardo: He jammed that leg up pretty good…
Lambert takes control and he lifts West up by the hair! He tosses him into the ring and soon joins him! He waits for West to pull himself up onto his feet and then he hooks
him for a big side slam! Lambert drives West into the canvas and covers!
ONE TWO THR… KICKOUT!
West kicks out at two and Lambert picks him up! He whips him into the ropes and prepares for a back elbow as he watches West bounce back from the ropes! Lambert
turns his body and West takes one step to the right to counter! He grabs Ross’ head from behind and drops him face first into the mat with a bulldog! West explodes up and
climbs up to the top rope! He awaits Lambert to rise and as soon as he does, West leaps off with a flying clothesline shot! Lambert steps back and catches West around
the neck! West hangs there for a second but then Lambert SENDS HIM CRASHING DOWN INTO THE MAT WITH A XG-K9! West gets BLASTED and Lambert drops down
and covers!
ONE TWO THREE!!!!!![/I]
•FALLOUT WINNER• ROSS LAMBERT •FALLOUT WINNER•
R.J. Fisher: Another fine win by Lambert but West didn’t make it easy for him!
Dean Bardo: Hey, you have to give Chase all the credit in the world, he came out here facing one of Fallout’s rising stars and had the match in full control there for a large
portion of it. Unfortunately, as many know in this business all it takes is one mistake to send you down for a three count.
R.J. Fisher: You live and you learn Bardo. We’ll be back folks after this commercial break!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:41:31 GMT -5
Segment: We Have The Day Off? (Credit: Michael)
INT. RIGHT OUTSIDE DWIGHT GYM – EARLY MORNING
Kirsten Carter and Claire Charisma are standing outside the Dwight Gym doors. It appears that their passage is barred by locked doors.
KIRSTEN So...it’s closed today?
CLAIRE It says Dwight left early so he can observe...Ba...Bacch...Baccha-whatever
KIRSTEN Bacchanalia. It’s an ancient mystic festival commemorating Bacchus. It usually involves gratuitous orgies and drinking games.
CLAIRE Hm, I always figured Dwight to be a straight-edge type of guy. Oh well, nobody’s perfect, I guess.
KIRSTEN So what do we do now?
The girls stand there in deep consideration, hands placed on their chins. Suddenly, Claire snaps her fingers.
CLAIRE Got it! I’ve been saving up all these frequent flyer miles. We should take a trip!
KIRSTEN Where to?
CLAIRE Isn’t it obvious? Where else is there to go when you unexpectedly get time off from work? motherfuckin’ Vegas! You and I are gonna rawk Vegas to the ground!
KIRSTEN I have a bad feeling about this.
CLAIRE Yeah, whatever, let’s go.
The two walk off.
NARRATOR Will our heroines truly rawk Vegas? What does that even mean anyway? Will that chick I slept with last night ever call me back? Tune in next time for another exciting
installment of—what’s this called again?
Fade
NARRATOR No, it’s not called Fade!
Segment: Limo (Credit: Michael)
INT. INSIDE OF A LIMO – EARLY EVENING
Kirsten is notably playing with a bobblehead Jesus he found sitting on the seat.
CLAIRE Now listen, we need badass fake names to cover for all the stuff we'll be doing that may get us arrested or sued. Your new name is...Scarlet O'Pimperton.
KIRSTEN ...Ok.
CLAIRE And I'll be...Bre McKey.
KIRSTEN Right, Bre. Hey, do you think Jesus would be short?
CLAIRE What are you talking about?
KIRSTEN Well I was reading in a magazine that the average height of a person thousands of years ago was 5'5". 6'0" would've been some kind of freak.
CLAIRE So?
KIRSTEN Well, by that logic, Jesus should've been like 3 feet tall.
CLAIRE Who cares?
KIRSTEN I mean, what if he comes back and he's like a midget. A funny little midget.
CLAIRE Like Joe Pesci?
KIRSTEN Exactly.
CLAIRE You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci.
KIRSTEN How come?
CLAIRE Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around. In fact,
Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with. For years, I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog. Joe
Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.
KIRSTEN Hey, watch this.
Kirsten holds up the Jesus bobblehead and moves the head back and forth.
KIRSTEN I'm funny how, I mean, funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?
CLAIRE Ha ha, dude, that's perfect. You didn't even move your mouth or anything and that was spot-on Pesci.
KIRSTEN What do you mean? It was Jesus saying it!
CLAIRE Ha ha...we're going to hell.
KIRSTEN Totally. But it's gonna be a hell of a ride along the way.
CLAIRE Yep and here's our first stop. One of the few casinos in the city left where my picture isn't on the wall with the tag "Kill On Sight".
KIRSTEN What did you do to get banned?
CLAIRE Not banned. I mean they'll literally kill me if I step foot near the casino.
KIRSTEN What the fuck did you do?
CLAIRE What fucking didn't I do? I seduced all their wives.
KIRSTEN Bullshit. If you fucked a mobster's wife, you'd be dead. Much less all their wives.
CLAIRE Usually but we have an agreement. If I stay out of their business and don't lock eyes with one of them, I'm safe. But if our eyes meet, well, it's a free-for-all through Vegas.
KIRSTEN You have much to teach me, master.
CLAIRE And on that note, we cue the music.
Some generic Vegas style party music starts to play because ACW can't afford copyrighted music as Claire and Kirsten step out of the limo to the bright flashing neon
lights, streets decked with hookers, and addictive gambling of Las Vegas nights.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:41:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Power (Credit: Yoko)
Deep, deep under the Fallout arena lies a room with nothing in it but a coffin of blood.
The Reaper enters the room, followed by Angelus Kincaid.
Angelus: The Biff'd one says that the Cremator wants a showdown at the big show. A final conclusion.
Silence.
Angelus: Should you risk it? No, I apologize, that was too bold. You'll slay the monster with ease. I'll inform the Biff'd one.
Fade.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:42:23 GMT -5
Segment: Sit down Interview (credit: Marcus Curtis)
Earlier Today…
We are taken to the Fallout Arena, the usually bright arena lighting has been toned down to just one scarcely lit spotlight that is casting the centre of the ring in a state of
semi luminosity, several crew members are hurriedly moving large pieces of equipment from place to place. The Fallout fans are conspicuous by their absence, and the
arena is eerily silent and is a stark contrast from the decibel level that will be present in a few hours time. Stood in the centre of the ring are two tall chairs, the cushioned
backs are coated in a leather trim that is adorned with the Fallout logo, aside from this they seem to be your run of the mill high chairs. Sat on the left stool is Fallout
‘Investigative Journalist’ Rich Marlowe, his hair is messed up and gives the impression he has just been dragged through a bush, the scarce lighting highlights the stubble
that is present on his chin, his trademark trench coat hangs over the edge of his seat and his fedora is placed gently on his lap He adjusts the microphone that is clipped to
his trench coat, he gently nods to someone off camera to indicate his readiness. He then looks straight at the camera before clearing his throat.
Marlowe: Good evening Fallout fans, Rich Marlowe here with another exclusive. I’m joined at this time by your TV Champion, Marcus Curtis.
The camera moves to reveal Marcus Curtis who is wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tight Wolfmother t-shirt that accentuates the size of his biceps and the definition of
his pectoral muscles. Slung proudly over his right shoulder is the TV title which, judging by the reflective shine that emanates from it in spite of the poor lighting, has clearly
been polished and well maintained, in his left hand he holds a half empty water bottle. As Curtis reaches his seat Marlowe gets to his feet and they shake hands before both
sitting down. As Curtis sits down a female crew member begins attaching a microphone to his t-shirt, he smiles demurely as they make eye contact and his eyes follow her
as she walks out of shot.
Marlowe: Firstly Marcus I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this interview.
Curtis: No worries, I’m more than happy to be here.
Marlowe: Now, you’ve enjoyed a successful run in your short stint on Fallout so far. How are you enjoying your time here?
Curtis: I’ve loved my time on Fallout, everything about the place feels right. The people behind the scenes are great and work hard to produce the best show
possible.
Marlowe: What about the people that the fans see in front of the camera like the wrestlers themselves?
Curtis: When I met first came here I could sense the same thing in both the veterans and the younger members of the roster…that thing is hunger. Everyone
involved in Fallout has that hunger for success, they all want the same thing and they all want to help each other achieve the common goal. The veterans are always there
for the younger guys, offering help and support on all aspects of their craft, just earlier today I was in here fine tuning some of my mat work with Dean Bardo
Marlowe: Having people with that amount of experience being willing to help you must be a great help.
Curtis: Yeah, everyone in the back has a lot of respect for people like Dean and Tim Dwight, they’ve been there and done that in this business and they can
help you learn from their experiences and help prepare you for almost all eventualities.
Marlowe: Now you mentioned that everyone in the back respects the likes of Tim and Dean, but I know and I think the Fallout fans know that you’re not one hundred
percent accurate when you say that.
Curtis: Really? I can’t think of anyone in particular who doesn’t respect those guys.
Marlowe: I’m talking about Jack Jefferson here
Curtis’ expression changes from a look of bewilderment to a look of slight antipathy.
Curtis: It would have been naïve of me to think that his name wouldn’t be mentioned in this interview.
Marlowe: The two of you have had quite the heated rivalry over the last couple of months and it recently culminated with a Last Man Standing match for the TV Title which
you emerged from victorious with the TV title in tow.
Curtis: Culminated doesn’t seem to be the right choice of word in light of recent events. It seems like Jefferson still holds a grudge and the only way to
resolve that grudge, in his mind that is, is with a rematch before he goes to ACW
Marlowe: Speaking of ACW, there are rumours going around that you yourself might be headed over to ACW. Are you legally able to talk about your current
negotiations?
Curtis: Thankfully I won’t get sued or anything for talking about it. Basically when I signed my Fallout contract it was initially a six month deal with a view to
an extension, as it happens these six months are set to end soon. I’ve been told that ACW have been monitoring my status and were interested in entering negotiations with
me.
Marlowe: What about Fallout? Have you received a contract offer from them?
Curtis: I can confirm that Fallout have made me an offer. Both offers are great and I’m honoured to have this amount of interest in my future. At the end of the
day I’ll be choosing the offer that feels best for my future.
Marlowe: You recently appeared on ACW television when you teamed with Nick Durden facing your rival Jack Jefferson and Entertainment Champion Jason Freeman.
How did you enjoy your brief experience in ACW?
Curtis : It was great actually, the people there have the same mentality as we do in Fallout so it wasn’t a massive culture shock. I loved teaming with Nick
Durden, I don’t have a single bad word to say about the guy. And the ACW fans are as respective of your ability as the Fallout fans. Marlowe: Also, last week you faced off against a former TV Champion in OLYMPIA in a closely fought match. A closely fought match that ended in both you and your
opponent being laid out by Colossus Rhodes, Sgt Pilko and Jeffrey Janson. What are feelings about this? Some people are saying that if it wasn’t for their intervention we’d
have a new TV Champion.
Curtis: That could very well have been the situation, I think OLYMPIA had my number in that match. I’d also like to take this opportunity to offer OLYMPIA a
rematch if he wants one. Because I think that if we get the chance to go all out without outside distractions we could really entertain the fans.
Marlowe: It would appear as though we’re out of time here as the ring crew are wanting in the ring to put the final preparations for tonight’s show So I’d just like to thank
once more for doing this interview and wish you the best for the future.
Curtis : It’s been a pleasure
Marlowe removes his mic and shakes the hand of Curtis as he too is having his mic removed by the female crew member who he is engaging in a flirtatious conversation
with as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:42:47 GMT -5
TV Title match: Marcus Curtis (champion) versus Angelo Giovanni (credit: Marcus Curtis)
The cameras pan across the crowd to show the excited faces of some of the Fallout fans, we switch to another camera that is zoomed on a particularly well designed sign
of El Froggy Mask, it has the rather graphic image of a cartoon frog having its throat slit from east to west with the text ‘Die, Froggy, Die’ We then switch to another camera
which is on a close up of Fallout’s three announcers for the evening, RJ Fisher is dressed in a sharp dark blue suit , his jet black hair is smartly slicked back with what
appears to be a large amount of hair product. Sat beside him is Dean Bardo whose bald head shines under the high powered lighting of the Fallout arena, his old Dwight
Gym jacket looks freshly washed and almost new. Sat beside him is Predator, but less said about him the better, but as per usual he’s wearing his cocky smirk and his
undeserved sense of self importance.
RJ Fisher: Ladies and Gentlemen, RJ Fisher here alongside my broadcast partners and I think I speak for us all when I say this match has the potential to be
a sure fire crowd pleaser.
Bardo: I agree with you there Fisher. It’ll be interesting to see who the fans will root for in this contest since both men are firm fan favourites.
Predator: Let’s stop the formalities here children. We all know the only man these fans will be rooting for tonight is yours truly. From looking around this arena
I see a lot of Pred heads and it touches my heart that my loyal followers would come to what looks to be a terrible event just to see me.[/color[
At this point Predator wipes away imaginary tears from his eyes.
RJ Fisher: Get over yourself Keenan.
Pred jumps out of his seat at the mention of his real name but is cut off by Bardo who puts his formidable frame in the way.
Bardo: Gentlemen please.
Both men sit down just as ‘Citizen Erased’ by Muse hits over the sound system. Pred still has eyes locked on Fisher who has now turned his attentions to the first
competitor
RJ Fisher: Looks like business Is about to pick up here people!
Iris: Introducing first…from New York City, New York…he weighs in at 268lbs..”The Italian Stallion”…Angelo Giovanniiiiiii!!!
The camera switches to show Angelo Giovanni who is making his way down to ringside, as he walks down the entrance ramp he casually slaps the hands of a few fans at
ringside before sliding into the ring and posing on the nearest turnbuckle to a resounding reaction from the fans.
Iris: And his opponent…he is your reigning and defending TV Champion…hailing from Trenton, New Jersey…he weighs in at 212lbs… he is Marcus
Curtissssss
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 to a similarly resounding reaction from the fans in attendance.
RJ Fisher: This match has that big match feel, the fans are on their feet and look to be in for a treat.
Meanwhile in the ring the referee is checking over both competitors for illegal weaponry
Bardo: I agree Fisher it’s going to be interesting to see how this match plays out since both men have totally differing styles. What do you think Predator?
Predator: ….
In the ring we see Giovanni and Curtis shake hands with each other before locking up in the centre of the ring, Giovanni uses his obvious size and strength advantage and
effortlessly lifts Curtis up in the air for a suplex, Curtis however uses hi speed advantage and his athleticism to flip over onto his feet thus escaping the hold. Both men turn
to face each other as the crowd applaud the opening stages of the match. Again they lock up, this time Curtis put up more of a fight and picks the right moment to quickly
side step Giovanni and lock him in a reverse waistlock. Angelo delivers a sharp elbow to the side of Curtis’ head before turning around and applying a reverse waistlock of his
own, he then quickly lifts Curtis up for a back suplex and showcases his immense power by holding Curtis in the air for a few seconds, this proves to be his undoing as
Curtis uses his quick mind and even quicker feet to swivel his body and snap off a quick hurricanrana that sends Giovanni flying across the ring. Angelo quickly climbs to his
feet and throws a wicked right hand that causes Curtis to stumble, he hits another that once again cause Curtis to stumble like a drunk man, Giovanni hits a third right hand
before unleashing a brutal discus lariat that sends Curtis crashing to the floor. Angelo then picks up Curtis and hot shots him off the ropes (aka the Stun Gun) and charges
off the opposite ropes, he rebounds off the ropes and menacingly raises his right boot for a Mafia Kick that is aimed right at the temple of Marcus Curtis. Angelo gets within
a few millimetres of connecting with Curtis who manages to move just in time to see Giovanni crotch himself on the ropes. Curtis stalks Giovanni, as he manages to
untangle himself from the top rope, and hits him with a stiff super kick that connects square on the jaw, Angelo stumbles and falls against the ropes he just untangled
himself from. Curtis grabs Giovanni and hits a nice snap suplex that he follows up with a running knee drop and a quick cover.
ONE
T-Kickout
Angelo easily kicks out as it appears to be far too early to score the pin fall yet. Curtis picks up Angelo and tries to lift him for a Stalling Brainbuster; however with Giovanni
weighing 56 pounds more than Curtis he is unable to lift him. Giovanni uses this opportunity to hook the arms of Curtis and lift him above his head for the Back Bustin’ Drop,
however as he has him above his head ‘The Next Episode’ by Dr Dre plays over the sound system, upon hearing the song, Giovanni lets go of Curtis who slides down
his back and lands on the mat. Both men proceed in looking towards the entrance stage for Jack Jefferson whose entrance music is playing.
Fisher: What is this? Why is this ACW wrestler interrupting a Fallout show?
Bardo: Actually I’m not sure that Jefferson is technically an ACW wrestler yet, I haven’t heard whether he’s officially signed a contract yet.
Fisher: What are you doing here?
the camera switches to the announcer’s table where Jack Jefferson is stood in his street gear, he grabs the TV Title and slides into the ring.
Fisher: Turn around guys, turn around!!
Angelo turns around to face Jefferson and is promptly dispatched with a Wheel Kick. Curtis turns around just in time to see his own TV Title come flying right at his face.
Curtis falls to the floor as blood trickles down his face, Jefferson holds the TV Title in his hands and looks yearn fully at it, he runs his fingers down the centreplate but stops
at the name plate, his face contorts in anger as he reads the words ‘Marcus Curtis’ in the very spot that used to contain his name. He drops the title onto the chest of Curtis
before reaching into the right pocket of his denim jacket and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. He places the piece of paper on the TV Title and pulls the lid off the pen,
he smirks at the camera before leaning down and signing the piece of paper. He firmly puts the lid back on the pen before dropping the pen.
Fisher: Has Jack Jefferson just signed his ACW contract on top of the TV Title.
Bardo: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this man has no respect for anything.
Predator: I like the cut of this guy’s jib.
Both Bardo and Fisher look at Predator in frustration as we fade to black.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:43:44 GMT -5
Segment: One List, One Name. Pt. 1 (Credit: Dalton)
Scene opens in the middle of the Fallout Break Room. Various Fallout personnel are hanging out, ranging from wrestlers to cameramen. Normal hustle and bustle goes
on, quiet discussions from every corner of the room. Ben and Afternoon Drinkin are... well... drinking at the bar. A large group are near the dartboard watching a game going
on. Rey McFoley and El Loco are watching the television. All is calm, nothing out of the usual.
Until now.
PJ Mills bursts through the now open the doors to the break room. Behind him is Ashlei Phen, stunning as ever. Everyone turns to look at the newcomers, then they
quickly go back to what they were doing. PJ looks around the room, trying to find something to do. He spots the Drinkin brothers at the bar, and decides to get a drink
himself. He starts across the room and passes by McFoley and El Loco. However, El Loco stands up just at that time, running his head into the bottom of Mills' chin. This
causes Mills to stop in his tracks. He looks down at El Loco, who has now sat back down.
El Loco: Oops. Heh, sorry about that br--
The rest of the apology is lost in Loco's breathes for air. PJ's forearm has made it to Loco's throat, who so happens to have found the floor. Lucky him.
PJ: My first interaction with the Fallout talent, and THIS is what I get? Some washed up punk with a second-rate fed's tag championship knocking into
me?
El Loco: *Through gasping breathes* Im... sorry... didnt... see you...
PJ: Oh, your SORRY? Is that all it takes around to be forgiven for being an ignoramous? Where I come from, people were killed for such
behavior!
At this point, the rest of the break room has gathered to see whats going on. Upon hearing the last bit of Mills' statement, half the room backs up some.
PJ looks around menacingly, looking for someone to step forward.
At that moment, the team of D-Train make their way to the front of the group. At noticing them, Ashlei, who had been watching on whilst smirking, quickly addresses PJ.
Ashlei: PJ, lets go. We can deal with him later.
With that, PJ looks at D-Train. He lets go of Loco and stands up, brushing himself off. He walks to the door, talking over his shoulder.
PJ: Well, appears that EL Loco has got a great honour bestowed upon him. Thanks to his idiocy, he has become the first name on the List. You will
be my first victim. Enjoy sleeping at night Loco, it will soon end. You dont know when or how, but I will get use you as an example to those who piss me off.
With that, he walks through the door, slamming it behind him.
Back in the break room, Rey helps El Loco up. The rest of the room disperses back to what they were doing, and the duo sit back down.
McFoley: So, do you still want that drink you went to get?
El Loco looks at him, still rubbing his neck and head.
El Loco: Dude, you suck, you know that?
McFoley laughs as he goes back to watching the television. The scene fades out as Loco goes to stand up, but looks above him before trying again.
Fade out.
End segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:44:07 GMT -5
Segment: Blackjack with Jack Black* (Credit: Michael)
INT. THE MIRAGE CASINO – LATE EVENING
Claire is standing at a blackjack table surrounded with women. Kirsten is standing in the background, holding purses.
CLAIRE Watch this ladies. Hit me.
WOMAN But you have twenty already!
The dealer draws an ace from the deck.
DEALER Twenty-one!
WOMAN How'd you do that?
CLAIRE Jedi mind trick, baby.
KIRSTEN Claire, can we go now? I don't even know whose purses I'm holding. I mean, who knows where this stuff has been. I could get herpes from holding these things.
CLAIRE Look, if I haven't gotten herpes from them, there's nothing to worry about.
KIRSTEN You haven't even touched their um...bad places yet.
Claire reaches down off screen.
WOMEN Oooh.
CLAIRE I have now. Hey, why do you call them bad parts anyway?
KIRSTEN Well that's what the sexual harassment video called them.
CLAIRE I call them the fun parts.
KIRSTEN Listen, we really need to get going–
CLAIRE Just one more game. Deal.
The dealer shuffles the deck and lays out a ten in front of Claire.
DEALER Ten.
KIRSTEN Well I'm not holding these any longer.
CLAIRE Whatever. Hit me.
The dealer lays out an ace in front of Claire.
DEALER Ace.
Kirsten suddenly throws the purses down on the table, shaking the cards. The top card from the deck flies off revealing a nine.
CLAIRE Hey, blackjack!
DEALER Yes but with the interference it doesn't count. Let me just shuffle the deck first.
The dealer shuffles the deck then puts out a card with "11" written on it.
DEALER Twenty two.
CLAIRE The fuck!? There's no eleven card!
DEALER There is in this deck.
Claire looks devastated as all his money is taken and the women folk separate away from him.
KIRSTEN Hey, don't worry, we had to go any–
CLAIRE THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
A bouncer runs towards them as an enraged Claire raises Kirsten up by her shirt.
BOUNCER Is there a problem here?
CLAIRE No-o-oh shit.
Claire looks over...straight into the eyes of a man in a suit who now looks furious.
CLAIRE LET'S GO! NOW!
Kirsten and Claire begin to run out of the casino while the man in the suit chases after them, having drawn a gun.
KIRSTEN What's going on?!
CLAIRE I LOCKED EYES WITH HIM, DUMBASS!
Claire dives into a nearby limo. She leaves door open and beckons to Kirsten.
CLAIRE Come with me if you want to live!
Kirsten nods and starts to run to the car. Suddenly, the sound of a gun being fired rings throughout the Las Vegas street and Kirsten falls, a bullet flying into her back. She
collapses to the gutter. Claire quickly drags her up into car before slamming the door shut.
NARRATOR Is Kirsten dead? Will Kirsten and Claire escape the mob? If you listen to fools, does the mob really rule? That chick called me back and we set up a date but will she show
her face and admit she was the one that gave me syphilis?
To Be Continued...
*Jack Black's lawyers have encouraged us to inform you that Jack Black does not actually appear in this promo.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:44:44 GMT -5
Segment: He Isn't Going To Debut (Credit: Mark Madison)
The screen turns to static. After about 5 seconds, it switches to a really grainy black and white grayscale view of a bald old man's face against a weird background of
outer space. He has swirly hypnotic eyes. Creepy music is playing and he begins to speak.
(In a monotone double-voice)Attention ACW Fans. You are about to witness a major upgrade of the show known as Fallout. Mark Madison is coming. He will bring with
him and intelect like no other. He will clean the United States and eventually the world of meaningless things such as video games and anime, as well as bring a new order.
You will all bow to him as slaves in a world under hgis rule. Don't do anything you might regret, for he is watching....ALWAYS...watching...
The words "Mark Madison is Coming To ACW" are shown and the promo ends. Static appears on the screen again
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:45:06 GMT -5
Match: Adrienne Frost vs. Lilly Rogue (Credit: XS3)
As Lilly is seen in the ring already, Iris looks over at her and simply shakes her head before announcing Lilly's opponent.
Iris: "And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, she is the current reigning Fallout Women's Champion, Adrienne Frost!"
"Cherry Lips" hits and the crowd boos as Frost makes her way from the back, carrying her title and whip in both of her hands. She enters the ring and cracks her whip
before handing both items to the timekeeper and doing a small bit of stretching.
Bell rings.
Adrienne and Lilly lock up almost instantaneously but Adrienne forces her opponent back towards the corner. The referee tells her to get Lilly out of the corner and she
backs off before slapping Lilly across the face. Lilly does not take too kindly to this and she lunges out of the corner, tackling Adrienne to the ground and delivering a flurry of
slapping to her fallen opponent. Lilly picks up Adrienne and whips her off the ropes. She prepares for a back body drop but Adrienne spots her attempt and turns, grabbing
Lilly's head and delivering a headlock takedown. Adrienne then applies a cross armbar hold to Lilly, who rolls out of the hold and dropkicks Adrienne in the face, knocking
her down to the canvas.
Lilly then heads onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. She manages to keep her balance and leaps off, planting Adrienne with a crossbody. She keeps her weight
down on Adrienne but only for a two count. Lilly then picks up Adrienne and whips her into the corner. Lilly then backs up in the opposite corner and rushes at Adrienne,
who gets out of dodge. Lilly manages to land on the second rope, however, but Adrienne drives a forearm into her lower back. She then climbs up to the second rope with
Lilly and grabs her head, delivering a huge Russian leg sweep off the second rope all the way to the canvas. Adrienne then rolls backwards and applies a rear naked choke.
Lilly decides to wisely tap out to avoid further damage being done.
Bell rings.
Iris: "And the winner of the match, Adrienne Frost!"
"Cherry Lips" hits and Adrienne grabs her whip and her title before making her way up the ramp.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:45:25 GMT -5
Segment: Rallying the Soldiers: Ep. 2. (credit: Ross Lambert) Narrator: Last time, Spike and Ross’s plans to get the crew back together. And now, our heroes are on the trail of Kenji Zakahashi, a mysterious man known by most as “The Tokyo Giant”, with the aid of Charlotte Hawking, will they find Zakahashi or will he be put to firing squad? The screen opens up into a private plane, and it shows Ross, Spike and Charlotte sitting in their respective seats. Ross: So… Spike, please explain to me again how we managed to get a private plane. Spike: Black Market. Ross: … How much was it? Spike: 25 dollars. Ross: And how drunk was he? Spike: Umm… [Flashback] The scene opens into an old English pub where Spike is sitting on his own, a guy at the burn turns around with 5 drinks, he trips up and falls face first into the table, the liquids flying everywhere, he slowly picks himself up and sits down in his chair. Merchant: So… ummm.. was it Joe? Sakura? Gerald? Spike: It was Spike. Merchant: So how’re you Spike? Spike: I’m fine, listen you said something about a plane. Merchant: Yeah… umm, yeah, how much you want for it? Spike: 25 grand? Merchant: Wait! I already have a private plane. Spike: No, I want to buy yours. Merchant: OK…. But I don’t want to sell my private plane! Spike: Then why’d you bring me here? Merchant: ‘cause…OK OK! TAKE THE DAMN THING! … for 25 quid! Spike hands the 25 dollars over and takes the keys, the merchant passes out as the flashback ends. [End] Back into the plane. Spike: Umm… I think he’d had a pint or two. Ross: Something’s definitely up with this. Charlotte: Stop looking a gift horse in the mouth. Ross: If I looked gift horses in the mouth, I’d have checked you years ago. Charlotte: Bastard! [Temporary Fade] The screen opens up into a jungle at night. There’s cackling around, our heroes are hiding behind a hedge, the screen raises over the hedge to show an encampment of guerilla’s. Ross: Right, so charge mindlessly in and beat the shit out of them? Spike: Sounds like a plan. The 2 leap over the hedge, Spike lariats one guard and Ross spears another, the last remaining guard is hit by a Running Double Clothesline. The 3 guard are unconscious as Spike and Ross survey the surroundings. Ross: Gin, Whiskey, Camp Fire and… a crate eh? Spike kicks the lid of the crate off to reveal… raw steak!
Spike: Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a meal, now to find Kenji…
In the distance there’s a loud, twisted roar which sounds like a roar of pain.
Ross: That sounds like Zakahashi if I’ve ever heard him.
Charlotte: I’ve… never heard him in pain though, that’s what I’m worried about.
All:
Spike: We need to find him.
There’s a pretty big crash as through the trees, Kenji trips and falls on his face in the camp with a big red stain on his back, he’s dressed in simple rags, no shoes.
Ross: That’s a blood stain if I’ve ever seen one, and a bullet wound.
Charlotte: I’m trained in this stuff, with the limited resources we should be able to get him out of here and back to America.
Spike: Fantastic. Let’s rock and roll!
[Fade]
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Sept 9, 2007 8:45:43 GMT -5
Match: Kirsten Carter vs. Tonya Montana
Missing. Technical difficulties. Tonya thwomped her.
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