Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:04:53 GMT -5
Match : "Corporate Ace" Daniel Ness vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint: Fallout Openweight Title
(Credit: Senator)
Predator: And now, it's time for the dream match of the century...
Dean Bardo: As much as I would like to agree, and state that this will be a competitive title match, I highly doubt that Sylvain Mint will provide a challenge here to Daniel Ness.
R.J. Fisher: Well, we know that Mint isn't exactly motivated to win the title, and all signs point to this being a glorified sparring session, on Fallout television, to boot! Daniel Ness has tried to put Mint over as a credible opponent, something that he's never had to do for any of his other title challengers!
Bardo: Nice analysis, Fisher, seems like even you caught on here. Predator, on the other hand...
Pred: Is a true genius, and a renaissance man! Seriously, you guys are morons, and are ruining this timeless moment, before one of the greatest matches in wrestling history is about to occur, you don't talk about your pitiful little conspiracy theories, you praise the high holy hell out of the two finest champions ever to grace the ring!
Fisher: What, Predator, are you not going to list yourself among them?
Pred: Hush, my little child. I was trying to be humble here, and revere these two fine competitors. Besides, everyone KNOWS that Predator is the greatest of all time. I don't need to say it, that's common knowledge.
Soon, thankfully, Pred's annoying babble is drowned out by Iris Yoon in the ring, who is standing by with Title Coordinator Tony Givens, Advisor Craig Lewis, "Textbook" Tim Dwight, and Chairman Biff Taylor. Givens is holding the accompanying trophy that goes along with the belt, and all four, with the exception of Biff Taylor are dressed nicely for the occasion.
Iris: The following match will be for the Fallout Openweight Title!
Tony Givens holds up the trophy to the crowd, on all four sides, before the Fallout Managing Committee exits the ring. As they do, "I Wanna Rock and Roll All Day" hits the PA system...
Iris: Announcing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the challenger, hailing from San Francisco, California, a former ACW World Champion, and a member of the Corporate Club, Sylvain, "Pay Day" Miiiiiiinnnnnnnt!
Mint walks out from the entranceway, wearing his trademark dollar sign adorned trench coat. He receives a big pop from the Fallout Fanatics, which prompts him to walk up to a somewhat overweight fan in the front row, swipe his drink, guzzle a small amount, spit the contents back in the man's face, before dumping the rest of it on his lap. The fan stands up and starts chanting "Pay Day," which only causes the annoyed anti-face to stomp the rest of the way to the ring in a mood of utter disgust.
Fisher: Nothing, and I do mean nothing that man can do will turn the fans against him!
Mint removes his coat, with several women screaming as he does. The veteran's face actually shows a sign of a smirk for a moment, as he pauses, but it quickly turns back to the same disgusted frown, and he flips the bird to the section the sounds mainly originated from. Just as he does, a big shout of boos erupts from the crowd...you guessed it, since "Survival of the Sickest" starts to play, signaling the entrance of the champ.
Iris: Announcing next, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is YOUR Fallout Openweight Champion, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, former NCAA All American, the Ace of the Corporate Club, Daniel Neeeeessssss!
As the lights dim, blue spotlights shine along the entranceway. Ness walks out, a confident look apparent on his face, belt slung over his shoulder, as he walks straight to the ring, stepping through the ropes, and staring his opponent in the eye, as he hands the belt over to Iris, as she steps out of the ring.
*Bell Rings*
Mint adjusts his tights, before closing in for a tie-up with Ness. Mint powers Ness back for a moment, but doesn’t gain much advantage, as the technically proficient Openweight champion spins out of the grapple into a standing wristlock. Before Mint can reverse the simple hold, Ness steps over the arm, spinning around, and takes his opponent to the mat in a variation on the La Magistral cradle…
…1
…2
…Sylvain Mint kicks out! Ness snaps to his feet, with a clear look of shock and anger on his face.
(Credit: Senator)
Predator: And now, it's time for the dream match of the century...
Dean Bardo: As much as I would like to agree, and state that this will be a competitive title match, I highly doubt that Sylvain Mint will provide a challenge here to Daniel Ness.
R.J. Fisher: Well, we know that Mint isn't exactly motivated to win the title, and all signs point to this being a glorified sparring session, on Fallout television, to boot! Daniel Ness has tried to put Mint over as a credible opponent, something that he's never had to do for any of his other title challengers!
Bardo: Nice analysis, Fisher, seems like even you caught on here. Predator, on the other hand...
Pred: Is a true genius, and a renaissance man! Seriously, you guys are morons, and are ruining this timeless moment, before one of the greatest matches in wrestling history is about to occur, you don't talk about your pitiful little conspiracy theories, you praise the high holy hell out of the two finest champions ever to grace the ring!
Fisher: What, Predator, are you not going to list yourself among them?
Pred: Hush, my little child. I was trying to be humble here, and revere these two fine competitors. Besides, everyone KNOWS that Predator is the greatest of all time. I don't need to say it, that's common knowledge.
Soon, thankfully, Pred's annoying babble is drowned out by Iris Yoon in the ring, who is standing by with Title Coordinator Tony Givens, Advisor Craig Lewis, "Textbook" Tim Dwight, and Chairman Biff Taylor. Givens is holding the accompanying trophy that goes along with the belt, and all four, with the exception of Biff Taylor are dressed nicely for the occasion.
Iris: The following match will be for the Fallout Openweight Title!
Tony Givens holds up the trophy to the crowd, on all four sides, before the Fallout Managing Committee exits the ring. As they do, "I Wanna Rock and Roll All Day" hits the PA system...
Iris: Announcing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the challenger, hailing from San Francisco, California, a former ACW World Champion, and a member of the Corporate Club, Sylvain, "Pay Day" Miiiiiiinnnnnnnt!
Mint walks out from the entranceway, wearing his trademark dollar sign adorned trench coat. He receives a big pop from the Fallout Fanatics, which prompts him to walk up to a somewhat overweight fan in the front row, swipe his drink, guzzle a small amount, spit the contents back in the man's face, before dumping the rest of it on his lap. The fan stands up and starts chanting "Pay Day," which only causes the annoyed anti-face to stomp the rest of the way to the ring in a mood of utter disgust.
Fisher: Nothing, and I do mean nothing that man can do will turn the fans against him!
Mint removes his coat, with several women screaming as he does. The veteran's face actually shows a sign of a smirk for a moment, as he pauses, but it quickly turns back to the same disgusted frown, and he flips the bird to the section the sounds mainly originated from. Just as he does, a big shout of boos erupts from the crowd...you guessed it, since "Survival of the Sickest" starts to play, signaling the entrance of the champ.
Iris: Announcing next, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is YOUR Fallout Openweight Champion, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, former NCAA All American, the Ace of the Corporate Club, Daniel Neeeeessssss!
As the lights dim, blue spotlights shine along the entranceway. Ness walks out, a confident look apparent on his face, belt slung over his shoulder, as he walks straight to the ring, stepping through the ropes, and staring his opponent in the eye, as he hands the belt over to Iris, as she steps out of the ring.
*Bell Rings*
Mint adjusts his tights, before closing in for a tie-up with Ness. Mint powers Ness back for a moment, but doesn’t gain much advantage, as the technically proficient Openweight champion spins out of the grapple into a standing wristlock. Before Mint can reverse the simple hold, Ness steps over the arm, spinning around, and takes his opponent to the mat in a variation on the La Magistral cradle…
…1
…2
…Sylvain Mint kicks out! Ness snaps to his feet, with a clear look of shock and anger on his face.