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Post by The Senator on Feb 1, 2008 23:55:11 GMT -5
Segment: This is what I want. (Credit: Hitman/TK)
Our scene begins in an office with Christine sitting behind her desk. As you'd guess, she is too busy doing her normal secretary routine. At this moment, she is typing up a report on the computer and humming to herself. For the time being, all is quiet and serene within her world. But unfortunately for her, it is coming to an end. Christine hears the faint sound of harsh footsteps but gives it no regard until she notices it's heading towards the office. The door is then violently swung open and in the doorway stands Thunderkiss in all his raging glory. Christine's eyes go wide as she saves her report on the computer and closes Word in order to preserve her work. Thunderkiss storms right over to the desk and leans right into Christine's face.
Thunderkiss: Where is he?
Christine begins to slump down in her seat.
Christine: "Where's who?"
Thunderkiss: Christine, we all know you’re a dumb bitch, but please, you’re not that dumb. *Shouting* NOW TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HE IS!
Thunderkiss leers venomously at Christine, who begins to shake and fight back tears.
Christine: "I-I don't know where he is."
Thunderkiss: Awww... is the poor baby gonna cry?
In an instant, Christine has a giant hand wrapped around her throat. She is helpless to fend off Thunderkiss as he slams her up against the wall.
Christine: "Ack… TK… Please… Leave me alone…"
Thunderkiss takes off his sunglasses, revealing his red eye of death. Christine turns away from it to avoid scaring herself.
Thunderkiss: Leave you alone? Silly Christine, I’ll *NEVER* leave you alone until I get what I want. What can I say, I am known for being very stubborn! Truth be told Christine, I would rather not do it this way. I would rather your husband be a man and crawl out from underneath your skirt so we can conclude our unfinished business. Now why don’t you be a good little girl and just tell me where he is at so I can -
Voice: "Get your ass handed to you in the middle of the ring."
Upon hearing that voice that has tormented him for months, Thunderkiss eases his grip on Christine and whips around to face XS3, donned in his ring attire and a Pantera sleeveless shirt.
Christine: "Matt!"
Thunderkiss turns back to Christine and lets go of her, dropping her to the floor. XS3 approaches Thunderkiss and finally stands face-to-face with the man that has brought his world crashing down upon him on numerous occasions.
Thunderkiss: Well, well .. If it isn’t my old friend Matt! I’d asked you if this is a good place and time, but I’m done with the chasing. This ends now and this time no blackout will save you.
XS3: "You listen to me and you listen to me good, you pathetic motherfucker. I had nothing to do with the blackout and it was circumstances beyond our control that prevented our match from carrying on. But now that I'm finally face to face with you again, I have something I've been wanting to say to your face."
Thunderkiss cocks his head before putting his face in his hand in exasperation.
Thunderkiss: Oh please, not another G’Damned emo promo....
XS3: "Buzz! Wrong answer, jackass! Our conflict is going to be solved once and for all. We never did get to settle it. You hold a pinfall victory over me from February 5, 2007, the day you stripped my wife. I hold a victory over you from Bloody Valentine, the day when I stopped you from getting your filthy meathooks on my daughters, god rest their souls. And we never did settle it in that Hardcore match back in March or at Winter's Discontent…"
Thunderkiss: Oh forgive me for thinking I would have to listen to another one of your emo speeches. I was wrong. Instead you have decided to confront me with your 2nd skill, that being the classic Matt Irvine 30 minute history lesson.
XS3 puts a finger to Thunderkiss' mouth, temporarily silencing him.
XS3: "Shut your mouth, you stupid hick. I'm not done. I spoke with Biff Taylor and he told me to give you a message but since your brain can't comprehend an iota of what I'm saying, I'll put it terms you can understand."
XS3 then points to himself.
XS3: "You."
XS3 jabs his finger in Thunderkiss' chest.
XS3: "Me."
Christine looks on at the two rivals staring each other down with hate.
XS3: "Next Fallout. Are we clear?"
Another tense silence between the two occurs. Thunderkiss then chuckles before looking back up at XS3.
Thunderkiss: Crystal clear, Matt. As clear as that cum stain that resides on your wife’s collar. Next time slap a bib around the bitch. It’ll be a lot less messy.
XS3: "Oooh, cheap shot. Ouch. Oh, by the way, I wouldn't be touching my wife if I were you because you might wind up facing the same problem yourself."
As if on cue, Ken Dante enters the room, holding up the Exemplar mask as if to taunt Thunderkiss. Punished Fox then enters the ring and folds his arms in defiance. XS3's other bandmate, Maximus Dungeon, also enters the office, holding JOYTOY over his shoulder. Thunderkiss' eyes go wide as dinner plates at the sight of his woman being toyed with.
Maximus: "Feisty little minx, ain't she?"
JOYTOY: You piece of shit! Put me down!
Thunderkiss gapes at the seven foot Maximus before turning back to XS3, who shrugs with his ever-familiar smirk.
Thunderkiss: You son of a bitch.
Before any fists can be thrown, a Fallout security guard walks in and sees the confrontation. He motions for a couple more guards to come in and they stand between XS3 and Thunderkiss, obviously not wanting the two to destroy the office.
XS3: "Don't worry about me just yet, Thunderkiss. Worry about getting yourself rested up for the next Fallout show when I face you and cap off my career with a win over you."
Thunderkiss: We’ll see about that.
The guards then begin to escort Thunderkiss out of the office but when he approaches Maximus, another staredown occurs before the bassist places JOYTOY in TK's arms. JOYTOY shoots a murderous look towards Maximus and she and TK are taken out of the office. Maximus just folds his arms and laughs as XS3 tends to Christine.
Fade.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 1, 2008 23:57:14 GMT -5
Match: Stan H. Johnston vs. Daniel Ness: Fallout Openweight Title (Credit: Senator) Over a year has passed…but the competitive spirit has not faded. Three corporate shakeups, and a drastic roster cut were not enough to stop it.... The Openweight Title has its roots in Alpha Championship Wrestling, where it debuted as the ACW Junior Title. The Junior Title was seen as the lowest belt in the fed, held for short reigns, and only half-heartedly feuded over, until Anthony Kalb managed to defeat Jonny G for the belt. Kalb brought legitimacy to the title, which evolved into a Fallout title during his time with the belt. Many others, including Cernunnos, Kevin Fitsharris, Sgt. Pilko, and El Froggy Mask fought for the belt, creating a thriving division on ACW's "C" show, gaining a dedicated following. After some time, two more names, Predator and "Holocaust" Harris came into the picture, and revolutionized the belt, fighting for it on the main event of an ACW PPV, and the name changed as well, with Fallout splitting in full. Skurai, former ACW champion took his time with the newly renamed Openweight Title, but more than anyone else, Daniel Ness has come to represent the belt for Fallout. The Ace of the Corporate Club, and of Fallout itself, Ness has held the belt for over a year, defeating all challengers...all challengers, that is, other than the fighting Texan, Stan H. Johnston, who has sustained a winning streak since his graduation from the Dwight Gym onto Fallout. Will Ness keep the belt that has defined his career, or will Johnston continue his winning streak with the grandest victory yet? Tale of the Tape
Daniel Ness--------------Stan H. Johnston Height 5’11------------------------------6’6 Weight 225------------------------------265 Finisher Sheer FinNESS---Western Lariat Prior Experience Five years, TIPWF, Dwight Gym------NCAA Championship, brief ACW run R.J. Fisher: You can practically feel the anticipation and the suspense building up here in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium! Every last Fallout Fanatic in the building is on their feet! Dean, it’s finally time, and I can’t believe we’re finally having the match! Dean Bardo: Fisher, I must admit, even I am a bit excited here. Mainly, because I have a semi-regular job again, but yes, I have anticipated this match for a long time as everyone else. Predator: You know, this would be much better if I was wrestling...but I think Ness has this in the bag. Bardo: I doubt it will be that easy. Predator: Hush, child. Let the real manly man speak here. Predator says that if you believe this match is going over ten minutes, you owe him at least fifty dollars. Bardo: Deal. Predator: Of course, you never said I owed you a cent if it went longer... Fisher: Please, please shut up! Things are about to start! Finally, "Sunrise" plays over the PA system. The camera focuses on the entryway for a few moments, until a commotion in the audience points to Stan Johnston, using his bullrope to clear fans aside from the top of the stands, making his way down through the crowd, closely followed by "Outlaw" Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn. Fisher: He's knocking our fans aside! Stan Johnston wants to get to the ring as fast as he can! Look at how fired up he is! Johnston finally reaches the front row, where he vaults over the guardrail, and rolls into the ring, standing up, and raising the longhorns to the crowd, who respond with gusto. Soon, Survival of the Sickest hits the speakers, and the lights dim, save for a blue spotlight. Fog shoots out from the entrance, obscuring the view, as Corporate Club members, Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint, Colossus Rhodes, "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson, and Sgt. Pilko line either side of the entrance. A blast of pyro explodes in front of the ramp, as Daniel Ness steps out, wearing red warm-up attire and the Openweight Title around his waist, staring at the ring as he heads towards it, his retinue following close behind. Pred: Look at that magnificent sight, those are our people, that is our champion, well, yeah, I'm always the champion in the hearts of the people, but that right there, that is a real champion, too, much respect for Daniel Ness from Pred, right here. Fisher: Someone, anyone, if you're hearing, PLEASE don't let this man spoil our broadcast! Bardo: Let it go, Fisher. In the ring, Iris Yoon stands ready with a microphone in hand, while Craig Lewis and Tim Dwight stand alongside her in the ring, Lewis holding the tall trophy that accompanies the Openweight title. Iris: And now, the main event, scheduled for one fall, with no time limit, this match will be for the Fallout Openweight Championship! Announcing first, the challenger, hailing from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the master of the Lariat, Staaan H. JOOOOHNNTSTOOONNNN! Iris: Announcing next, he is YOUR Fallout Openweight Champion, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is the Corporate Ace, Daaaaniel NNNNEEEESSS! Referee Jacob Jones takes the Openweight Title belt from Daniel Ness, holding it up to the crowd on all four sides, before passing it off to an official at ringside. Craig Lewis holds up the trophy and exits the ring with Dwight and Iris, with Jacob Jones checking both competitors for foreign objects, making Johnston keep his bullrope on the outside, and Ness removes his warm-ups, stretching the entire time. The two competitors walk to the center of the ring, with Johnston standing a good half foot above his opponent, but Ness makes up for his lack of physical stature with an aggressive stance, and piercing glare. Jacob Jones: Ok, now, you two know the rules, shake hands, and we’ll get this started. Ness: Look here! You’re standing in MY world, and you think you have a chance, do you? Do you? Johnston: Don’t see thing’s are like that, pardner. I’m gonna give this all I got, an’ I’ll take that belt when I leave here, too. The two shake hands for a prolonged period, with Ness trying to twist Johnston’s wrist the wrong way, but the big cowboy merely shrugs his hand free, and the two head to their respective corners… ***BELL RINGS***
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Post by The Senator on Feb 1, 2008 23:58:03 GMT -5
Pred: Start the clock, Dean Bardo. Ten minutes.
Fisher: HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Stan Johnston comes right out of the blocks, rushing right at Ness, who drops down, rolling out of the ring.
Bardo: Ness knows that he can’t risk being caught in an early match onslaught. Johnston’s not a slouch, endurance-wise, but Ness will have a clear advantage the longer he lets this match go on, with his amateur training, smaller, fitter frame, and mat based style, he’ll want this to go as long as he can drag it out. Stan Johnston might suffer here from a lack of patience, he’s waited this long to get here, and he clearly wants to turn this into a wild brawl. Johnston has the clear size and power advantage, and I also argue that while Ness is underestimated when it comes to toughness, that few if any match up with Johnston on Fallout in terms of being able to absorb damage.
Ness walks halfway around the outside, pulling himself up to the apron, stopping the twenty count…and dropping right back to the floor, when Johnston attempts a shoulder block on him.
Fisher: Daniel Ness is not going to rush things. That belt is just too important for him!
Pred: Aww, hurry up, Ness, or I’ll lose my bet…
Ness starts to walk around the ring some more, but is cut off by the pair of Duke Cogburn and Jack Connor. However, Connor and Cogburn soon find themselves surrounded by Rhodes and Mint from behind, and Pilko/Janson next to Ness. Before any altercation can begin, Jacob Jones orders the two factions to separate, and backs Johnston off, letting Ness get into the ring, with a warning for stalling.
Bardo: Like that’ll mean anything here…Ness knows he’ll not be DQed or counted out, not in this situation. Biff would sooner sell his Harley than let that happen.
Johnston motions for his opponent to “bring it,” and Ness finally does just that, with the two locking up for a collar and elbow tie-up. The two stand momentarily at an impasse, until Johnston starts to take the lockup seriously, pushing Ness into the corner like a raging bull. Jones backs Johnston off before he can do any damage, forcing him away from the corner. This time, Ness takes the offence, shoving the referee aside, and with a sweeping single-leg takedown, puts his opponent on the mat. Before he can throw a punch, though, Jones again intervenes, pulling him off, and allowing Johnston to stand.
Fisher: I think our referee here wants things to at least start out with some wrestling, and you can’t really blame him, I bet he wants to establish the rules before things get out of control later on!
Bardo: Fisher, stop thumbing through the referee’s handbook.
In the ring, the two competitors again lock up, and this time, Ness hits a knee lift to the abdomen, doubling over Johnston, just long enough to catch him in a side headlock, and flip him over to the mat, keeping the headlock cinched in. The Corporate Ace can not hold on for long, though, as Johnston is able to kick up, trapping him in a headscissors lock. Both men stand up at the same time, with Johnston swinging for a right haymaker punch. Ness parries the blow, catching his opponent’s other arm, and throwing him into the ropes, ducking under as Johnston runs off the boundary of the ring. As Johnston goes off the opposite ropes, Ness situates himself in the middle of the ring, leapfrogging over his opponent…or really, attempts to, with Johnston catching him in mid-air, and bringing him down into a Manhattan Drop. The challenger stuns his opponent with a quick open hand slap to the face, before grabbing the arm, and twisting it into a standing wristlock.
Bardo: Stan Johnston’s obviously become more mat proficient in his time away from Fallout.
Pred: Piffle, Predator here has forgotten more than Johnston could know if he trained for twenty years.
Johnston brings an elbow down on Ness’s arm, and swings him around into the corner. Daniel Ness stumbles off the turnbuckles, right into a back body drop from Johnston…but instead of falling, Ness flips through, landing on his feet, running off the ropes, right back at Johnston with a jumping elbow. The Openweight champ bounces off, landing hard, and again runs off the ropes, this time, returning with a back elbow, staggering his opponent into the ropes. Yet again, Ness dashes back gaining momentum, running off the opposite ropes, only to be caught right in the middle of the ring with a charging shoulder block.
Fisher: Bam! Johnston just ran him flat over! Stan Johnston goes for a quick cover...
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Fisher: He’s going crazy with those punches!
Ness covers up as best he can, blocking most of the strikes, eventually catching onto his opponent’s arm, twisting it, standing up, and applying an overhead wristlock. Ness steps to the side, extending a knee, and slowly forces Johnston to bridge back over the knee, placing pressure not just on the Texan’s arm, but his back as well. The Openweight champion continues holding onto the submission, to the point that the Fallout Fanatics begin their infamous “Orton sucks” chant, which seems to set a fire under Johnston, who, with a ferocious grunt, reverses the armbar up into a standing position, kneeing Ness in the gut, and hitting a quick snap suplex. Ness gets up to his feet, and this time, Johnston connects with a blockbuster suplex, heaving Ness over his head. A third time, Daniel Ness stands up, and Johnston this time attempts a backdrop suplex, but his opponent flips back out of the move. Ness lands on his feet, hooking Johnston’s arm, and leaps forward, letting the challenger’s shoulder absorb the brunt of the impact onto the mat.
Bardo: A well-executed front-falling armbreaker technique. Ness is going to have to neutralize that arm if he wants to win.
Pred: Hmph, he’s taking too long…
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Post by The Senator on Feb 1, 2008 23:58:52 GMT -5
Daniel Ness continues his assault, stomping Johnston’s arm a number of times, even attempting to remove the elbow pad. Johnston fiercely resists the effort, but only receives a boot in the face for doing so. Instead, Ness returns to working the arm over, as he drops to the mat with a short-arm scissors hold. The Corporate Ace conservatively works the submission, not pressing too hard, but keeping a solid base, and keeping it locked in. However proficient, Ness is not able to overcome Johnston's raw power, as the challenger turns to the inside, using brute force to break the submission. Johnston grabs Ness by the legs, lifting him straight up off the mat, and sending him right back down with a high angle folding powerbomb! Jacob Jones slides down to the mat for the pin...
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Fisher: Ouch! That had to damage Stan Johnston's lariat throwing arm!
Mint quickly helps Ness back up, and Pilko boosts him back into the ring, with Jacob Jones holding Johnston off until the champion can step through the ropes. As soon as the referee does back off, Johnston predictably charges forward...right into a belly to belly over the ropes by Ness. All four Corporate Club allies immediately stomp on the fallen cowboy, to the unheard protest of the referee.
Fisher: This is utterly awful! Someone needs to restore order!
Pred: Crap...I lost my bet...but not the match! Kick the living daylights out of him, boys, that's your duty, as Corporate Club members!
Bardo: You owe me a fifty by next week. And I think order has just arrived...
Sure enough, Cogburn and Connor make their way over, Connor throwing Mint into the guardrail, while Cogburn takes on the impossible task of taking Colossus Rhodes down with a Badman sleeper hold. Pilko and Connor start trading blows, while Janson continues stomping on Johnston. Rhodes heaves Cogburn into the apron, and a clubbing blow brings the dirt-tough veteran to his knees. "Outlaw" Connor holds his own against Pilko for a moment, but a low blow from Mint is too much, and the two begin taking turns punching and stomping him into the concrete. In the ring, Daniel Ness leans up on the ropes, merely watching the action unfold as he rests, much to the displeasure of the crowd, who begin seeing who can come the closest in hitting him with an ice cube. Just when things couldn't look worse, Tim Dwight brings the one-man-cavalry, blindsiding Colossus Rhodes with a knee clip. Johnston starts standing back up, in spite of Janson's assault, which causes the Corporate Idol to back up...right into a right hand to the face by Duke Cogburn.
Fisher: Jeffery Janson is proud of his face, considering himself a model, too bad it makes him a prime target!
Johnston, seeing Connor in dire straits, pulls both Mint and Pilko off, and the two retreat, rather than press the situation. Jacob Jones begins the twenty count, but Johnston has not yet shown an inch of restraint, and slides into the ring, absorbing yet more stomping at the boots of Ness. The Corporate Ace locks on a front facelock, but this is a mistake, as Johnston merely stands up in the move, and drops his opponent with a standing gordbuster. As Ness recovers, Johnston runs off the ropes...and is caught for a belly to belly suplex...but this time, Johnston claps Ness's ears with both hands, kicks him in the breadbasket, and hits a DDT! Johnston covers for the pin...
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Fisher: Whatamove! Was he intending for Johnston to land like that?
Bardo: Yes.
Daniel Ness yells to the crowd, motioning for his title, before lifting Johnston back up in a rear facelock, setting him up for the Sheer FinNESS inverted guillotine crusher.
Fisher: This could be it!
Pred: End it, already, Ness, make me proud!
Ness cranks back on his opponent’s neck for a few more moments, before bringing his leg up and over, dropping it straight down on Johnston’s throat, completing his finisher, and hooking a leg for the pin…
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Fisher: I can’t believe it! That was his finisher!
Ness, frustrated beyond belief, lifts his opponent back up, and with startling quickness, hits the Sheer FinNESS yet again, rolling into the pin…
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Post by The Senator on Feb 1, 2008 23:59:45 GMT -5
…JOHNSTON KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Fisher: This match is incredible! Stan H. Johnston has the endurance of an immortal!
Ness is absolutely stunned by the escape, and merely remains kneeling, his eyes staring off into the crowd, who are on their feet at this point, every last one of them. The Corporate Ace sniffs with a sense of incredulity, and finally motions over to the Corporate Club at ringside, making a throat cutting gesture as he does so.
Bardo: Here comes trouble…Ness couldn’t do the job by himself, so he’s calling for his buddies…
Sure enough, Rhodes and Janson make their way into the ring. Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn manage to hold off Pilko and Mint on the outside, while a ticked-off Janson shoves Jacob Jones aside.
Fisher: This is utter chaos! Why do we not have security out here?
Pred: …nah.
Bardo: What he didn’t say, is that Biff doesn’t want security to do anything right now. Ness is his boy, and he’s going to win. Guess this makes it a no disqualifications match, too.
Rhodes lumbers over to the fallen challenger, towering over Stan Johnston, and places two hands on his throat, lifting the cowboy to his feet. Rhodes is about to deliver a Colossus Press front falling choke bomb, when…
A mighty howl hits the PA system, as “Mongolian Wolf Star” plays! Wolf rushes down the entrance ramp, pulling himself up to the apron. Jeffery Janson attempts to cut him off there, but Wolf manages to get a hand around the Corporate Idol’s throat, stepping over the ropes, and hitting a Thor’s Hand Chokeslam! This, however, only leaves Wolf open for a big axehandle blow from Rhodes that sends him through the ropes. The Immovable Object, directed by Ness, ambles back to Johnston, this time, picking him up in a compacting cradle, setting up for the Titan Breaker...when Tim Dwight slides into the ring. Ness tackles the Dwight Gym owner, keeping him confined in a corner…
Bardo: This backbreaker has put a number of Fallout wrestlers out of commission, not just for a match, but for weeks at a time.
Fisher: Someone please get out here!
Almost in response to Fisher, someone does make their way down through the audience at ring side, towering over them as he easily steps over the guardrail…
Fisher: It’s Hitman of the Gods!
Hitman gestures to Rhodes, who, to Ness’s dismay, drops Johnston, and leaves the ring, stepping off the apron to slug it out with his fellow giant.
Jacob Jones, who has seen well enough at this point, and has recovered from the Janson assault, finally stands up, and calls for the microphone.
Jones: That’s IT! Everyone who’s not authorized to be here at ringside, you’re outta here! Everyone! Or I throw this match out right here!
The Fallout security crew mysteriously decides to show up, escorting the horde of Fallout wrestlers to the back, breaking up the multiple brawls at ringside, and helping both Wolf and Janson to their feet, assisting a shaky, chokeslammed Janson along the way. Tim Dwight now holds Ness back, disallowing him from going back to the attack.
Fisher: Finally! Now can we please get back to the match?
Jacob Jones checks on Stan Johnston, who is leaning in a corner, bruised a bit, rubbing his throat, but otherwise recovering nicely, standing up against the turnbuckles, and adjusting his elbow pad. Jones gives Dwight the thumbs up, and he lets Ness go, rolling out of the ring. Daniel Ness, smelling blood, rushes his opponent…only to be leveled with a big boot!
Fisher: Amazing, Stan Johnston’s not only still able to compete, he’s actually taking the fight to Ness!
Johnston backs up, raising an arm in the air, and tugging back on his elbow pad, a gesture widely known as the call for…
Fisher: This could be it, the Western Lariat!
Pred: Yeah sure…see ya later, suckers.
Fisher: Wha? No!
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Post by The Senator on Feb 2, 2008 0:00:52 GMT -5
Predator, without any further warning, before Bardo can stop him, stands up, with his broadcast chair, and jumps up onto the apron. Just as Johnston is about to charge in for the Lariat, Pred swings the chair at the back of his head…but Stan Johnston turns around just in time, blocking the blow with both arms! Predator is amazed, but even more so, as Tim Dwight dashes over, tripping him off the apron. Pred lands hard on his back, with the wind knocked out of his lungs, and, at the motion of Jacob Jones, the last of the security crew help him away. Dwight, for his part, snatches up Pred’s chair, and heads back to the announcers’ table.
Dwight: Well, I think I’ve done my duty for tonight!
Fisher: Always great to have you here, Textbook!
Bardo: Likewise.
Johnston gives his former trainer a quick wave…but leaves himself open for Ness, who locks on a rear waistlock, turning Johnston around, and German suplexes him into the turnbuckle!
Fisher: That was simply horrid!
Dwight: You have to give both of those guys credit, Ness is doing everything possible to keep that belt, and Johnston’s amazingly tough, to the point that I have to wonder how he’s still on his feet.
Bardo: He’s not, right now.
As Bardo speaks, accurately, Ness pulls his opponent away from the corner, gesturing that the match is “over,” as he lifts Johnston’s legs up, stepping through, and leaning forward to apply a facelock to complete the Lock Ness!
Bardo: Nobody has ever escaped this before.
Johnston tries to hammer away with body punches, but Ness only pulls back harder on the neck. The challenger yells as his already-fatigued muscles are stretched to their absolute limit, pressure being applied to the neck, the back, and even the thigh muscles, as Daniel Ness applies the Lock Ness with ruthless efficiency.
Dwight: That is one nasty submission, Johnston’s put up an unreal fight so far, but this could just be too much.
Too much, though, is not a term circulating in the head of Stan Johnston at the moment, as he tries to pry Ness’s arm from his neck, and starts an attempt to get to the ropes.
Fisher: If he can just reach that bottom rope, Johnston will be able to free himself!
Bardo: Thank you for your informed opinion, Fisher.
A few more punches to the ribs jostle the Openweight champion to the point that Johnston can escape the facelock, and with one concentrated effort, heaves back, and grasps the bottom rope. Daniel Ness is appalled, but with no fellow Corporate Club members to turn to, he simply takes the last shortcut he can think of…and stomps Johnston right below the belt.
Fisher: No, that’s just not right!
Ness, showing signs of fatigue, both physical and mental, turns Johnston over, punching him in the head, kneeing him in the gut repeatedly, before backing into the ropes, and hoisting himself up to the middle one, sizing up his target, and jumping off with a leaping Guillotine Crusher.
Dwight: The Pin Drop! Ness hasn’t used that move in ages!
Ness rolls his opponent over for the win…
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Fisher: No friggin’ way!
Both men remain on the mat for a good while after the Pin Drop, and Jacob Jones almost considers starting a standing ten count, deciding not to, as Daniel Ness gets a knee up, and Johnston rolls over, holding his head. The former NCAA wrestler pulls himself to his feet, stalking his opponent, and waiting for him to stand up. Johnston is able to gain a partial footing, and that is enough for Ness, who begins to pull his opponent up onto his shoulders in an inverted fireman carry…but Johnston is able to avoid the lift, sliding back down to his feet, and instead, hoists the champ over his shoulder, running right into the turnbuckle, leaning forward to slam Ness back first into the corner, turns back from the impact, and then hits a powerslam to complete the Oklahoma Stampede!
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Fisher: Daniel Ness showing his own resiliency! This match will never end!
Dwight: These two are the cream of the crop, the best Fallout has to offer. I’ve personally trained Johnston, and I’ve helped Ness before, and I can say that there are few others in this industry who can match either of these competitors.
Johnston drags himself up again, looking worse for the wear, but the fire is still clearly in his eyes, as he raises a fatigued arm once more, pulling on the elbow pad, and calling for the Western Lariat…
Bardo: Johnston might be wearing out here, but he is going to attempt here to use the last bit of his energy in this lariat.
Johnston leans against the ropes, arm upheld, waiting for his opponent to just stand up, as he slouches back, breathing deeply and laboriously…and as Ness does reach his feet, almost on cue, he turns around, looking for his foe…and wishes he hadn’t, as Stan H. Johnston charges off the ropes, ignoring the pain, ignoring the fatigue, setting his eyes on the gold and leather of the Openweight Title…and swings his arm in a wild arc, connecting flush with the neck of Daniel Ness, flipping the Corporate Ace in mid air, and collapsing to the mat with his victim. Johnston is almost too tired to even roll Ness over for the pin, but he exerts himself one more time, and does just that…
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Post by The Senator on Feb 2, 2008 0:01:50 GMT -5
…NESS KICKS OUT!!!!
Dwight: What the heck?
Fisher: I’ve never…my eyes are deceiving me, did Ness just kick out of the Western Lariat?
Bardo: Even I can’t believe this…
Neither Johnston and Ness move an inch, their breathing being the only sign of life from either. Jacob Jones looks at the two, and this time, starts the standing ten count…
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Fisher: If he reaches ten, is this really over?
Bardo: If he does ring the bell, Biff will likely restart it…or not, the match has been long enough that he might let it go.
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Johnston is able to crawl to the ropes, grabbing the bottom, and starting his way up…
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Ness does not seem to have the strength to get up, and does not move from his spot. Johnston is able to pull himself up with the ropes, and stumbles his way over to his opponent, reaching down, grabbing Ness by an arm. The cowboy nearly falls over in his attempt to lift Ness up, but he manages to get him up to a wobbily footing…just long enough to hit a quick follow-through lariat at point-blank range! The strike lands Johnston into a weak pin…
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Post by The Senator on Feb 2, 2008 0:02:44 GMT -5
…THREE.
Iris Yoon: Your winner, and NEW FALLOUT OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION, STAN H. JOOOOOOHNNNNNNSTOOOOOOONNNN!
The Fallout Fanatics erupt in a collective burst of excitement as Johnston's name is announced. Medics rush to the ring, applying icepacks to the heads of both competitors, and checking them for injuries. Neither Johnston nor Ness have enough energy to stand up at this point, although Johnston does weakly raise an arm in the air, clutching his newly won title with his other arm. Biff Taylor makes his way down to the ring, briefly checking on Daniel Ness, speaking a few words to his fallen Corporate Ace, before motioning to officials to help him away. Ness, usually as stubborn as any Fallout wrestler, is simply too exhausted to protest, as the officials carry him to the back. Biff grabs the microphone, and hovers over the new Openweight Champ.
Biff: You beat Ness. You think I liked that? Well...after a match like that, I may not like the result, but I have to offer my respect, dude.
Biff reaches down with an outstretched arm...and Johnston grabs it with a firm handshake. The bulk of the locker room starts filling out at this point, with Cogburn and Connor being the first to raise Johnston to his feet, Wolf, OLYMPIA, Hitman, Dwight, the Boneheads, the Drinkin Boys, among others all raise the new champ up on their shoulders as the show leads to the final fade...
Fade Out
End of Show
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Post by Dan White on Feb 2, 2008 0:05:06 GMT -5
Oh my god....the main event killed me.
Really didn't think Johnston woulda won, I was honestly expecting a time limit draw.
Excellent show all!
PS: The Fallout FunnyTM of the Week goes to Damien King claiming to be the King of Sudan. Great stuff.
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Post by BK London on Feb 2, 2008 0:07:43 GMT -5
The reign of Ness was supposed to continue forever!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 2, 2008 0:12:47 GMT -5
PS: The Fallout Funny TM of the Week goes to Damien King claiming to be the King of Sudan. Great stuff. Thanks Dan.
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Post by theonlyredsfan on Feb 2, 2008 0:14:01 GMT -5
good show
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Post by The Senator on Feb 2, 2008 0:29:16 GMT -5
Just a quick bit of thanks to the Fallout crew, everything was in when I needed it to be, and everything was well done. A worthy return to Fallout, and it wouldn't be possible without everyone putting forth their own effort, whether it be contributions on the show itself, or even just ideas and encouragement.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 2, 2008 1:49:43 GMT -5
Fallout is back, which can only mean one thing: awesomeness. Great job, everyone.
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Post by shikari on Feb 2, 2008 4:03:45 GMT -5
Great job everyone. Nice touch with the unicyclce!
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