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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:15:54 GMT -5
Segment: "The Snakepit" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene shifts to the stage where Rattlesnake walks out from the back. The Fallout fans obviously don't welcome his presence, but among the boos and jeers, Rattlesnake feels like he's actually at home.
Rattlesnake: Now, now people. I said I would be here at Endsong and I wouldn't want to be viewed as a liar.
The fans boo, but Rattlesnake really doesn't give a shit. He's put up with the Fallout crap this long, so he can deal with a bunch of ignorant fans that don't know their ass from a hole in the ground.
Rattlesnake: Now, the reason why I'm out here is to explain the challenge I made to both Alicia Kitsune and Jake Cheng. I figured the best thing to do for Fallout is to appear here. In just the few minutes which I've been here, the Fallout ratings have practically doubled from last week. I did the impossible. I helped Fallout break 1.0.
Rattlesnake laughs as the fans boo him.
Rattlesnake: In any case, let me explain the Snakepit to you all. There will be a place set up next to the stage that is closed up every way around except through the top. There's a ring inside this closed area and the object is simple...escape. It's just like a cage match except you have to climb out of the pit. There is no wire mesh to climb...only a ladder. There are even random weapons placed around the ring to be used to beat your opponents with.
Rattlesnake grins. He just liked doing this. He enjoyed making it seem more suspenseful than it really was.
Rattlesnake: Survival is the name of the game in the Snakepit. The question to both Alicia and Jake is can they survive the Emperor. The last time I fought in this match, I was the last man standing as it was a Last Man Standing variation. But this time, there will not be any variations. The only way to win is escape. You can try, but this time Alicia, you'll find yourself as another victim of the Emperor.
It's true that Rattlesnake hasn't beaten Alicia since he debuted in ACW. He wanted to change that little detail. He was uncomfortable with the fact that there were some people that he hasn't been able to defeat in the ring yet. He just couldn't accept that. So when he made his challenge on Meltdown, he wanted to tip the scale in his favor. By choosing the Snakepit, he was doing just that. He had the advantage.
Rattlesnake: Now Alicia, Jake, accept the challenge and don't let me think of you like all of these Falldown fans and Falldown wrestlers...cowards.
The fans boo, but Rattlesnake nods.
Rattlesnake: Oh it's true. Everyone in the back didn't even lay a finger on me when they saw me. But when they invade ACW turf, they do whatever they want. It really makes a lot of sense to me. And that's all I have to say really. So now your brush with greatness is over.
Rattlesnake starts to walk to the back, but he stops. He isn't quite finished yet.
Rattlesnake: And before you go to bed tonight, feel free to visit my website and order the brand new Emperor Rattlesnake I action figure. It comes complete with Rattlesnake's ring attire, Rattlesnake's Emperor garb and Snakequalizer. It also has the special kung-fu action grip. It's totally awesome! It's like sunshine on your Raisin Bran! Now I'm done.
Rattlesnake walks to the back amongst the boos and jeers from the fans. The scene fades out.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:16:42 GMT -5
Segment: Pre Match Jitters? (Credit: Yoko)
Violet Cyrilla is en route to the arena. Her friend Mary Kane is driving her there. She notices that Violet is a little bit quiet.
Mary: You seem nervous…are you?
Violet: It just occurred to me that I’m some kind of star.
Mary: You’ve always been a star.
Violet: Not like this…Not for this. No one recognizes me for my music anymore, the people who recognize me know me from Fallout.
Mary: That’s because we’re bandless right now.
Violet: But even in the band, we weren’t on TV. I’m on TV. I’m in a main event on a PPV. This is too fucking huge.
Mary: How long have we known each other? Since we were fourteen? Just do the same thing I’ve always seen you do when you have problems.
Violet: Hit someone?
Mary: Exactly. Don’t worry about the people watching, they’re not important. Punch out the ice queen and take that belt.
Violet: I don’t really care for the belt, you know. I just want to hit her and be done with it.
Mary: Well think of it like this…If you get the belt, we get paid more. Enough to last until we can get a new band. A band with talent.
Violet: The money is always nice. I just don’t understand this business though…
Mary: I’ve been watching the shows, I think I have a grasp on it. Maybe I can help!
Violet: How so?
Mary: I can be at ringside and give advice, like a manager. If you’ll let me.
Violet: Sure…Maybe it’ll be easier with a friendly face out there.
Mary: You know, I always imagined us on a PPV one day, but in a concert. Funny how it still works out.
Violet: We’re here.
Mary: Time for a new beginning for us!
She parks the car and we fade out.
End Segment.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:18:21 GMT -5
Fallout Match: Match #6 Clash of the Titans: Ten-Ka, the Jungle Queen vs. Tonya "Tigress" Montana (Credit: Kudo)
RJ Fisher: Check this crowd out Dean, I think Fallout has some of the best fans in the business! Dean Bardo: They’re already pumped up tonight, and the show isn’t even close to being over yet. RJ Fisher: That’s right, we’re only getting started people!
Iris Yoon steps into the ring and the crowd is worked up into a bigger frenzy in anticipation.
Iris: Ladies and gentlemen! This next match is the Clash of the Titans!
The crowd gives another round of cheers.
Iris: Introducing first, from Kyoto, Japan…Ten-Ka, theeeeeeeee JUNGLE QUEEEEEEN!!!
The crowd continues to make noise as the lights suddenly dim out and the George of the Jungle theme starts to play.
*Watch out for that…TREEEEEEEEEE!!!*
The lights come back on after that line and Ten-Ka is on top of the ramp with gorilla get up and all, and making her way down to many cheers and photographs from the crowd.
RJ Fisher(laughing a bit): Boy, I can’t help but smile when Ten-Ka makes her entrance. If there’s a more misleading theme music out there for her, I’d like to hear it. Dean Bardo: You’re right, but she is a fan favorite amongst many of Fallout viewers because she’s not what you’d expect to see in a women’s match.
Just as Dean completes his statement, Ten-Ka raises her arms in the air and extends her gorilla suit out for everyone to see. The crowd is loving the entrance and Ten-Ka even gets some wolf whistles from jokers in the crowd.
Dean Bardo: Of course Ten-Ka coming from Kyoto, Japan, whom fans may know as the hometown of Kudo Yasuda. But Ten-Ka has her own rich, if brutal history there. Some may know her as Violent Kong, and more may know her for her Jungle Fever death matches.
Iris: And her opponent, from East Lansing, Michigan…Tonya “TIGRRRRRRESS” MONTANA!!!
A hard entrance beat begins to play, as Tonya makes her way out and down the ramp.
RJ Fisher: Give us a little history lesson here Dean. Dean Bardo: Tonya recently has been another top contender in Fallout’s women’s division. She’s worked in Michigan Hardcore Wrestling and Death Metal Wrestling, particularly competing with men. She’s a tough and outright strong opponent, so I take it she will not be an easy one to roll over in this match tonight. RJ Fisher: Are you saying Ten-Ka’s a man? Dean Bardo: What? RJ Fisher: Nothing…
As Tonya walks down the ramp, Ten-Ka provokes her from the ring, and she answers with a cutthroat motion. The referee holds Ten-Ka back as well as he can to allow Tonya to make it into the ring. Finally both women are in the ring and the referee sends them to their corners as Iris completes introducing them.
Iris: To my left, weighing in at 185 pounds, Tonya “Tigress” Montana!!!
Tonya raises her arm in the air, and shows off her very built arm muscles to the crowd as golden streamers fly across her.
Iris: And To my right, weighing in at 180 pounds, “The Jungle Queen” …TEN-KA!!!
Green streamers come flying in from the Fallout crowd as Ten-Ka still has her gorilla head on, with one of the angriest mugs an animal could have. After Iris calls her name, she pulls off the mask quickly, and reveals her own face, showing much of the same facial expression as the gorilla mask. The crowd obviously favors Ten-Ka in the match by sheer cheering support, but Tonya is unphased by the act.
RJ Fisher: Geez, why does she even come to the ring with that mask, she’s got a perfectly angry face of her own!
Iris makes her way out of the ring as staff members clear the streamers and the referee signals for the bell.
*Ding Ding Ding*
The referee gets out of the way just in time, as the two ladies charge up to each other, obviously waiting impatiently for weeks before this time came. The two lock up and at first Ten-Ka backs Tonya up, but then the sides of power switch, but the two break it before Ten-Ka meets the corner turnbuckle. Ten-Ka charges in again and more of the same happens. Finally, the two lock hands and begin a test of strength, both of them struggling to gain the first advantage of the match.
RJ Fisher: A very strong start by these two women. Dean, would it be safe to say that this match is going to be concentrated on the basis of strength? Dean Bardo: It would. That’s both of these women’s strongest attributes, but it’s going to be interesting to see who can pull off that special something to overtake the other.
The test of strength now shows Tonya finally overpowering the massive Ten-Ka and causing her to arch her back, trying to fight it off. Tonya will have none of it though, and she forcefully brings Ten-Ka down to a bridge for a pin attempt.
1……………………….2……..shoulder up!
RJ Fisher: An early pin attempt there by Tonya, surprisingly gets a two count. Dean Bardo: I don’t think that was a focused pin attempt. It seemed like Tonya just wanted to hold her opponent on the ground and show her her strength.
Tonya keeps her hands locked onto Ten-Ka and begins viciously stomping on her gut. They finally break, and Tonya drives her knee straight into Ten-Ka’s ribs. Tonya picks up Ten-Ka and throws a hard elbow into the side of her neck. Ten-Ka takes the hit and returns a big right hand. Tonya answers with three hard slaps across Ten-Ka’s face. Finally, exchanging blows one at a time has lost its meaning here and the two begin wailing on each other. Tonya gets in some nice blows but Ten-Ka’s flurry of clubbing punches overtakes Tonya and Ten-Ka ends the rush with a big clothesline to the cheers of the crowd. Tonya rolls out of the ring and strokes her chin a bit, now wary of what Ten-Ka is capable of.
RJ Fisher: What a flurry that was! Dean Bardo: Earlier Tonya showed she had the edge in strength, but right here Ten-Ka shows that she has the edge in aggression.
As the referee begins the outside count, Tonya gets frustrated and rolls back in the ring. Ten-Ka isn’t making it an easy trip however, as she runs in with a kick to Tonya’s gut. Ten-Ka drops a big elbow drop onto her back and continues driving the bone into the spine of her opponent. Tonya rolls away in desperation as the referee is trying to get a handle on the aggressiveness in this match. Ten-Ka quickly pushes the referee out of the way and gets in a big splash on top of Tonya. The referee drops down for the pin, but Ten-Ka doesn’t attempt one. She continues throwing elbows and forearms to the face of Tonya, opening her forehead up and causing a thin stream of blood to start bursting all over her face.
RJ Fisher: My god, is this how this match is going to turn out?! Inhibitions just went out the window Dean! She’s busted open and early!
Ten-Ka leaves her opponent on the ground as she bounces off the ropes now looking for a big senton drop, but Tonya rolls out of the way. She gets up out of pure adrenaline now and begins to deliver some hard boots to Ten-Ka’s face. Ten-Ka throws her arm but Tonya ducks and drives her own elbows into the face of Ten-Ka. The two basically end up grabbing the others’ head with one arm and exchanging a huge number of blows with the other as the crowd gets increasingly louder with each hit.
RJ Fisher: This is crazy! Dean Bardo: Shades of the Yoshihiro Takayama vs Don Frye fight right here in this match!
The two look as though they are about to finally give out when Tonya ducks a punch and applies a standing bear hug on Ten-Ka. Tonya is on one knee and squeezing as hard as she can as Ten-Ka’s oxygen supply is getting cut off.
Dean Bardo: A brilliant move there by Tonya, capitalizing on Ten-Ka’s rush of offense and cutting off the already low oxygen supply here.
Tonya manages to catch her breath a bit while keeping the hold, as she gets back to her feet and lifts up Ten-Ka into the air and onto her shoulder. Tonya demonstrates her range of power as she slams Ten-Ka down onto the mat with a big Oklahoma slam. The referee is almost in shock at all of this as the fans are, but he prepares to count but once again, a pinfall isn’t attempted. Tonya wipes the blood across her face away, as some of it gets on her longer hair, revealing the small cut above her eye. She takes a look at the downed Ten-Ka and immediately begins raking her face while still on the ground. The referee tries to stop it but she pushes him away and drives her elbow into Ten-Ka’s head. Finally the referee begins a count and Tonya releases as Ten-Ka rolls around in pain.
RJ Fisher: Those Tigress claws just raking and digging into Ten-Ka’s face, it doesn’t look like anything’s going to stop these two women from pounding each other today!
Tonya places her boot on top of Ten-Ka’s face and grinds it across, causing the Jungle Queen to clutch her face in pain. Buying herself time, Tonya heads to the outside and grabs a table, pushing it to the inside. The referee tries to stop Tonya, but she ignores him and sets up the table, propped up on one of the corner turnbuckles. The referee continues to spew words that fall on deaf ears as Tonya heads over to Ten-Ka, who is now on her knees.
RJ Fisher: And now a table is brought into the mix! Dean Bardo: Pounding was an understatement RJ, these women look as though they’re ready to kill one another.
The camera view flips onto Ten-Ka as now its revealed that she has been busted open as well, a considerably larger cut than that of Tonya however. The stray marks of Tonya’s nails and scratching remain on her face, a few starting to bleed as well as Ten-Ka begins to breathe heavily. Tonya grabs her hair and yanks her upwards violently. Ten-Ka parries Tonya’s arm after getting to her feet and begins to pummel Tonya in her face, opening her cut wider and matching the sheet of blood that has now overtaken her own face. No one in the crowd has their eyes on anything else at this point, as Ten-Ka bounces off the ropes and shoulder blocks Tonya back down. Ten-Ka yells loudly and hypes up the crowd more into the match as Tonya pulls herself to a corner. Ten-Ka takes one look at her before charging in with a big running corner splash!
RJ Fisher: What impact!
Ten-Ka appears to be groggy after impact as well, and Tonya stumbles a bit before dropping down. Ten-Ka pulls herself together and pulls on Tonya’s hair now, causing her to scream loudly in pain. Ten-Ka tries to irish whip Tonya onto the corner with the table, and the crowd is all on their feet, but Tonya stops, turns herself around, and drives her knee using the momentum straight into Ten-Ka’s chest.
Dean Bardo: Tonya, going back to the damage she’s done earlier on Ten-Ka with the shots to the stomach and the big bear hug.
Ten-Ka gets the wind knocked out of her and is starting to look like a drunk gorilla, stumbling around as Tonya sees this and drives more kicks into her midsection. In all of this motion, the blood on Ten-Ka’s face trickles down into her mouth and perhaps it is the taste of her own blood that causes her to reach deep down and change the pace of the entire match with one move.
Tonya tries to follow up with another kick to the midsection, but Ten-Ka manages to grab hold and bring Tonya down onto the ground. Ten-Ka grabs Tonya’s other leg and hooks both her arms around them.
Dean Bardo: Looks like she’s going for a Boston crab here.
Ten-Ka begins howling loudly as she starts to spin, the momentum taking Tonya airborne.
RJ Fisher: No Dean, that’s a big swing!!!
Ten-Ka’s yells get louder and louder as she moves faster and faster, around and around with Tonya circling the ring at intense speeds. Ten-Ka is so vicious that she ends up swiping the referee down onto the ground with Tonya’s head at mid swing. But she keeps going. Nothing is stopping her from spinning and swinging her opponent. Finally, after the peak of Ten-Ka’s swing, she releases and sends Tonya, still spinning on her own due to the momentum, straight into the propped table she set up herself, shattering it into dozens of pieces on impact.
RJ Fisher: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ten-Ka herself collapses after the move, obviously taking the last of her adrenaline to perform. The crowd is roaring at what they just witnessed, as everyone, including the referee is down.
RJ Fisher: Did you just see what I just saw?! Dean Bardo: Everyone in this building just saw that, but I’m not sure they’re believing it.
Everyone, except the referee. As he starts to get up, shaking his head in pain, enough time has passed so that both women should have been counted out already. This makes it all the more suspenseful as the referee performs the official count.
1……
2……
3……
4……
Ten-Ka begins to show signs of life now and pulls against the ropes for leverage.
5……
6……
7……
All eyes are on Ten-Ka as she climbs up to one knee.
8……
9……!!
Finally, she gets all the way onto her feet and the crowd goes nuts.
10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RJ Fisher: What a match!
Dean Bardo: Not so fast there…
The referee and everyone else along with him turn now to the other corner, where risen from the debris of the table is Tonya propped against the turnbuckles, barely standing, if not for her intense motivation at this point to return more punishment. Suddenly everyone in the arena is cheering madly at the effort of both of these competitors. But there was someone who never took her eyes off of Tonya, and that person was Ten-Ka. The two lock eyes from across the ring, and they, the referee, and the crowd know that this is just beginning.
RJ Fisher: How could either of them be standing still Dean…? Dean Bardo: I have no idea, but one thing I know is that this match is going to be a motivational precedent for future women’s matches. RJ Fisher: For sure, these two are going beyond expectations here. Dean Bardo: Well we predicted strength and aggression, but they’re taking it to a whole other level tonight.
The crowd is totally immersed in the match now, as Ten-Ka takes one deep breath and then charges towards Tonya, making the first move again. The two clash together and trade blows, at a slower pace this time, but still with great force. Ten-Ka ducks a right hand and delivers a sheer drop backdrop!
RJ Fisher: What a huge backdrop there! Dean Bardo: There was no back about that drop, Tonya's head took the full brunt of that suplex!
Tonya slams the mat hard with her hand before quickly picking herself up and nailing a belly to belly suplex on Ten-Ka, taking her down now.
RJ Fisher: And she's back up?!
But in much the same fashion, the two end up back on their feet, the adrenaline in their bodies refusing to let them drop. The crowd is ecstatic now, as the two throw more strikes at each other, elbows, forearms, punches, slaps, you name it, it was thrown. However, the sharp movements of both cause the blood on their faces and their hair to find their ways into their eyes and temporarily blind them. Ten-Ka takes no heed to this however, as she continues to strike, quickly overtaking Tonya. A right, a left, followed by a big spinning backfist straight to the head of Tonya completes the big Uraken Storm that Ten-Ka is so well-known for. Tonya merely drops to a knee however, still refusing to fully go down to Ten-Ka.
RJ Fisher: What is it going to take?!
Ten-Ka measures her and in a last ditch effort to finally take Tonya down for good, she comes off the ropes and hits a huge knee strike into Tonya’s chin!
RJ Fisher: Another HUGE SHOT! KEN-TA with the huge knee strike!! Dean Bardo: Her name isn’t Ken-Ta… RJ Fisher: Bah you know what I mean! Anyway after that knee strike it might as well be!! You mentioned Ten-Ka being from Kyoto like Kudo Yasuda is, well I’m sure even Kudo would be proud after that one!
Surprisingly though, the knee strike sends Tonya back onto her feet, though severely wobbling and about to collapse at any moment. Ten-Ka watches in almost disbelief as she begins to hold her side now, after exerting so much energy. She’s ready to go down as well, but her own confidence within herself being the dominant female gives her that extra bit of motivation to send her into the ropes one more time going for a big lariat to finish the match. Tonya evades it though, and instead of going down to a lariat, Ten-Ka is the one who goes up in a big bearhug!!!
RJ Fisher: And Ten-Ka coming off the ropes agai---BEAR HUG!!! Dean Bardo: Ten-Ka’s in some serious trouble here!!
The crowd gasps in shock as Tonya somehow builds up the power to challenge her biggest rival one last time in the tight grip of her bear hug. Ten-Ka is quickly losing any chance to make another comeback, and in one last act of desperation, she Mongolian chops Tonya straight onto the sides of her face, just barely breaking the submission hold. Tonya is doubled over now and Ten-Ka hoists her up into the air sloppily, the exhaustion coming in and the size of Tonya playing a part in it, as Ten-Ka lands one of the biggest, though not prettiest, Law of the Jungle screwdrivers! Tonya’s head drops hard down onto the mat and Ten-Ka is too weak to hold the legs after for the pin. Instead, she props herself on top of Tonya and the referee drops and counts the first and last real pin attempt of the match.
*Ding Ding Ding*
The crowd erupts at the end of the match and Ten-Ka’s body is still propped on top of her opponent. The referee helps her up, though it is no easy feat, and raises her arm into the air.
Iris: The winner of this match, The Queen of the Jungle, TEN-KAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ten-Ka falls on the ropes after the referee lets go of her arm and the crowd gives a standing ovation after the match.
RJ Fisher: All I can say is what…a…match. Dean Bardo: It was a brawl to remember that’s for sure. We expected pain, power and anger and we definitely got it.
Ten-Ka rolls out of the ring and slowly walks up the ramp, still holding her side in pain. Tonya is still left on her back in the middle of the ring.
RJ Fisher: I believe that was the only pin attempt since the beginning of the match. These women didn’t care about winning a match, they wanted to show who was more dominant, any way they could. Dean Bardo: It was the rather opposite of a chess like battle, but the honor of sheer determination and aggression was just as entertaining.
Tonya finally makes her way up and the referee helps her out of the ring as the crowd continues to cheer until the screen cuts out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:19:21 GMT -5
Title: A Civil Conversation. (pt. 2) (Credit: Stark/Shawn)
Of course he realizes that she isn't in the mood to talk, but he's interesting in what exactly she'll do.
Umeko: We were getting to the part where you tell me a little about yourself…
Stark: ...Were we?
His quizzical expression belies his disappointment at her having composed herself, he shrugging after a moment and returning his hands to his lap.
Stark: My upbringing was wholly unremarkable. My mother was a homemaker, my father was in the military, and we moved perhaps once every four to five years. I graduated high school, went to college to gain my masters, and I have recently taken a hiatus from psychology to pursue professional wrestling.
Umeko: An Army brat? How quaint!
She tries to collect herself, but has proven that she's utterly incapable of even pretending to keep her cool around Starkweather.]
Umeko: I'll admit, though… One thing does interest me… Why the move to pro wrestling?
Stark: Yes, army brat is a term most people use. I'm not quite sure why, as I don't recall being a brat. The move to professional wrestling was quite simple, really, as psychology can be used more as a weapon than as an aid. Everyone came to me as a psychologist, and all they ever thought to do was complain. And whine. And moan. And never once did they think that their caregiver didn't care about them, or whether or not he was charging them seventy-five dollars an hour just to listen to them talk. While I'm wrestling, I have the comforting knowledge that I have my opponent's undivided attention.
Umeko: Cute. I suppose you think you can use your knowledge on me as well, right?
Starkweather only smiles more widely.
Stark: I suppose I do.
As he stares, she notes mentally that yes... He has used it, in this conversation and in previous ones. At this point, she's as eager to find out as much about him as he is about her. This is so she can hopefully use it to her advantage at some point…and because she has a natural interest in the man. It's not quite Stockholm Syndrome or anything…
Umeko: So why does a man as intelligent, wealthy, and as physically gifted as you not married… I don't think I've heard anybody else in this house besides that mutt of yours.
Stark: You're laying it on a bit thick, don't you think? As for my marital status... That's an issue I'm not entirely willing to discuss with someone who is in your situation with, well, your penchant for backstabbing. To put it bluntly. I'm quite content with my dog in this house and the occasional visit from the maid... Moreover, I'm not very wealthy, if you must know. Fairly comfortable with my social stature, perhaps, but not overly much.
She smiles at the thought that she's made him uncomfortable…if only a little.
Umeko: Don't flatter yourself… You're not my type. If I were really "laying it on thick", you'd know it. I can promise you that.
Stark: Oh, you mean to say you haven't entertained the notion of your would-be captor having his beastly way with you here in this dank old basement?
At the look on her face he merely chuckles.
Stark: Merely a rhetorical question, merely a rhetorical question. Now that we know something about each other and I've made myself fairly clear in that you aren't my intended victim, I'll have you know that you'll be free to go once I've come as close to killing Chance Emmerson as I possibly can without actually doing so. In theory anyway.
She responds quietly with an angry scowl. Her shaky voice denotes her understandable fear.
Umeko: For your sake… You'd better kill both of us… Because if you don't, Mr. Starkweather. I promise you that you'll regret the day that you decided to play your mind games with myself and my Tiger… I'll make you regret the day your underestimated me.
She pauses for a moment, unsure if it's wise for her to continue.
Umeko: I have quite the imagination… I hope you keep that in mind. I haven't made it this far by being as simple as everybody else in this business.
Stark: And you underestimate someone you really shouldn't. If you were to research me as I have you or more specifically your "Tiger," you'd know where exactly I practiced my craft before I wrestled here. And you should know more than the simple-minded folk that you hold yourself over that someone who knows how the mind works as well as I would be capable of performing the "mind over matter" cliche with a practiced hand.
His smile fades slightly at her continued threats.
Stark: ...And I haven't even started the mind games.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:19:54 GMT -5
TV Title Match (Credit: Jack Jefferson) Damien King vs. OLYMPIA
Iris Yoon is stood mid-ring as the cameras scan around the cheering audience who are thoroughly enjoying the show. The cheering grows to a deafening level as Iris announces the next matchup and introduces the first competitor.
Iris: The following match is a TV Title Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the challenger, from the 5th Dimension…he is OLYMPIA!!
”Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads, Through the lost mountains, endless, so far away from home...”
The EPIC entrance music that OLYMPIA uses only when the situation is dire strikes a fatal blow to the audience's ability to stay in their seats, and the arena's lights blare to life and then die to the beat of the song for 52 seconds. When the keyboards begins in earnest OLYMPIA takes the stage wearing his pay-per-view ring attire, making his two-fists gesture and slapping hands as he goes down the ramp to jump in the ring over the top rope.
Iris: And introducing the current reigning, and defending, Fallout TV Champion; he weighs in this evening at 220lbs…he is Damien King!!
”Bodies” by Drowning Pool hits and DK walks out with the TV Title draped over his right shoulder. He walks confidently down to the ring and slides in, pushing the belt in before him. He then picks up the belt and holds it aloft before handing it to the ref.
Bell Rings
OLYMPIA and DK circle each other cautiously with King putting the bad mouth on the challenger. Provoked, OLYMPIA darts forward and throws a forearm at King as he flies through the air and through the ropes and King sidesteps his attack. King quickly rolls underneath the ropes and drags OLYMPIA back to his feet, hitting him with a loud chop. He is surprised as OLYMPIA instantly chops him back, the force causing him to stumble into the guardrail. OLYMPIA follows up, connecting with a picture-prefect Dropsault which sends King sprawling over the guardrail and into the sea of fans. King and OLYMPIA rise simultaneously to their feet and King leaps energetically onto the guardrail, balancing for a split second before diving towards OLYMPIA, connecting with a Diving Forearm Smash. Both men tumble into a heap against the ring as the crowd begin to chant “Holy Shit!”
As the referee reaches an 8 count both men slide into the ring to continue the eagerly anticipated matchup. Neither man has created an advantage for themselves as of yet and it shows as they both give each other a wide berth, thinking over their game plans as they circle each other. OLYMPIA is the first to move, stepping forward with his left arm raised as an invitation for King to engage in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. King obliges and both men lock up using both hands. King’s height and weight advantage comes into play as he exerts pressure on OLYMPIA, driving him towards the mat. At this point OLYMPIA rolls onto his back and uses his legs to toss King over his head and onto his back, whilst both men keep their hands bound. They both rise to their feet and King once more uses his strength to overpower OLYMPIA who counters with speed, quickly slipping through King’s legs, releasing the hold and springing up to drive his feet into the back of King’s head within the blink of an eye. He rolls King up using the La Majistral, gaining himself a two-count.
King looks furious as he rises to a vertical base and charges at OLYMPIA’s back. OLYMPIA turns around as King reaches him but even he is not quick enough to avoid the King’s forearm as it connects viciously with the bridge of his nose. OLYMPIA is rocked and stumbles backwards into the ropes, he is met with a Standing Side Kick to his temple as he bounces back off the ropes and tumbles to the mat as a result. With OLYMPIA on the mat, King attempts to lock in the King’s Clutch in a vein attempt to finish the match early; however, his attempts are thwarted as OLYMPIA squirms out of his grasp. Both men leap to their feet, their gaze locked on their opponent. This time King is the first to move, propelling himself of the ropes and hurtling towards OLYMPIA, who leapfrog’s King, landing on his feet as King comes out to the other side. DK continues running, coming back off the opposite ropes only to be met with a powerful European Uppercut which knocks him flat onto his back. OLYMPIA covers and once more earns himself a near-fall.
King once more looks irate as he gets back to his feet, slapping OLYMPIA hard, causing a gasp from many of the fans and an unnatural stillness in OLYMPIA. This turns out to be the calm before the storm as OLYMPIA dominates King with a flurry of chops and forearms which drop King to the mat. As King rises to his feet OLYMPIA shows off his Catlike Speed and Reflexes!! He pulls off the moves in a blur, each moves moving liquidly into the next until he is finished and King is flat on his back, stunned. OLYMPIA crouches in the corner and waits for King to rise to his feet. The second he does, OLYMPIA rushes forward and connects with a 1.21 Gigawatt Strike which turns King inside out. OLYMPIA covers and gets the three count.
Iris: Your winner, and NEW Fallout TV Champion…OLYMPIA!!
The crowd cheer in an explosion of noise as OLYMPIA is handed the belt. He leaps onto the top rope, holding the belt aloft then repeats this on every turnbuckle.
We fade out to the noise of OLYMPIA’s name being chanted repeatedly by the ecstatic fans.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:20:26 GMT -5
Segment: Arrival (Credit: Yoko)
Wait, fade back in. Olympia is still in the ring as a gong sounds throughout the arena, and suddenly it begins to snow from the ceiling. The lighting turns dark blue.
A video begins to play on the screen as the gong continues to be hit. There’s a zoom in on a pair of blue eyes as a narrator begins to speak.
A warrior long forgotten, a warrior long overdue for the glory he deserves.
The Face of Fallout will change forever…NOW.
A figure emerges from the entrance, but it’s too blue to see properly. Then two spotlights shine down on the figure as blue lasers shoot around the arena.
He’s wearing blue armored shoulder pads, a blue mouth mask, blue and white wrestling tights…and he’s immediately recognized.
It’s Ray Lloyd.
Glacier.
Olympia doesn’t recognize him…or doesn’t care. He’s annoyed with the snowing, and motions for Glacier to come and fight. Glacier just points at him and makes a motion of an invisible belt around his waist.
We fade out in the middle of this stalemate.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:20:59 GMT -5
Segment: Preparation (Credit: Yoko)
We now head backstage. Cremator vs Reaper is next, but Cremator is busy in the boiler room preparing for the match. He’s started a large fire inside of the boiler, and he’s standing very close to it. Close enough to be burned, yet he isn’t.
He breathes in deeply. As he does so, the fire grows weaker. Finally, the fire is gone, and Cremator looks energized.
He exits the room.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:21:31 GMT -5
Match: Blood Flame II Reaper vs. Cremator (Credit: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEETMAHN)
Iris enters the ring almost cautiously, knowing this match isn’t going to be a leisurely walk in the park.
Iris: “This next match is Blood Flame II! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 320 lbs., he is REAPER!”
Taker's theme starts to play as all the lights dim out, and slowly a coffin rises from the stage floor. The Coffin opens to reveal Reaper; he walks down with fire spewing vertically on the sides of the ramp as he walks down. He gets in the ring then raises his arms then throws them down. A lightning bolt comes down and hits the coffin, having it burn down to the ground.
Once the smoke fades, Cremator appears and throws his arms forward, causing lightning to strike the four corners.
Adam: And his opponent, from Death Valley, California, weighing in at 275 lbs, he is THE CREMATOR!”
As he walks down the ramp, he does not take his eyes off the ring. Iris quickly decides to get the hell out of the ring while Cremator slowly but surely enters.
Bell rings.
The ref also decides to get the hell out of dodge as both men begin throwing punches at one another. Reaper starts to gain the advantage but an eye rake puts Cremator back into the game. Cremator slides out of the ring and looks under the apron. He pulls out one item: a gas can. The fans look on, half-horrified and half-bloodthirsty. Reaper gets focused once more and catches Cremator with a baseball slide. Reaper then looks at the crowd and exits the ring, standing on the apron. He jumps off and grabs Cremator’s head along the way, connecting with a DDT. The fans are surprised by the move as Reaper stands to his feet once more. He looks towards the entrance ramp and slowly raises his arm with an evil stare in his eye. The fans don’t get it until the lights dim with only a single spotlight shone on the stage. A casket appears from the stage and the lights return to normal. The fans are now wondering if that is Cremator’s future.
Reaper then throws Cremator back into the ring and reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. The crowd cheers as Reaper looks towards Cremator, in the ring just rolling back to his feet. He slides into the ring and begins to stalk Cremator with the weapon. Reaper holds the weapon high above his head but is soon caught by his throat. Reaper drops the weapon and tries fighting off Cremator, who then places his other hand on Reaper’s throat before he lifts him up. Reaper is tossed back down to the canvas harshly and Cremator is seen smiling almost sadistically. He bends over and shouts “I WILL CREMATE YOU!” to Reaper… who reaches up and grabs his throat. Reaper is then back on his feet and he tosses Cremator up, delivering a massive chokeslam back to the canvas.
Reaper then picks up Cremator and throws him out of the ring before quickly following. Cremator, however, lands on his feet and sneaks in a punch to Reaper, who was going to the outside. The two are now on the outside of the ring, throwing punches and trying to get the advantage over one another. An uppercut puts Reaper in control for now as Cremator stumbles backwards against the guardrail. Reaper then charges at Cremator, only to get back body tossed over the guardrail and into the crowd area. Cremator then follows and the fans are going bonkers as Cremator lays into Reaper with a forearm to the back of his head. The crowd tries giving Cremator high-fives but he ignores them. His only goal tonight is to end Reaper once and for all.
The fans look on at the two supernatural entities who continue their brawling in the crowd area. Reaper manages to sneak in a shot and he backs up, thinking of a clothesline into a section of fans. However, his chances at a charging attack are negated when Cremator tosses up his foot and boots Reaper in the head, causing him to stumble back. Cremator then charges at Reaper only to get a knee into his midsection. Cremator doubles over and he’s defenseless against a snap suplex that sends him back-first into a set of stairs. He cries out in pain but is soon back up to his feet and going punch for punch with Reaper once again. As the crowd looks on at this, they can’t help but wonder what is going to happen next in this interesting yet dangerous feud.
Eventually, the fight spills out to the ground below the stage where Reaper ducks underneath an attempted clothesline and connects with a big Samoan Drop. Cremator holds his back in pain and Reaper picks him up. He drags him towards the ramp and tosses him up onto the ramp before he follows. Reaper then signals for the Execution by Guillotine and once Cremator is on his feet, he is scooped up and ready to be Tombstoned. However, Cremator decides to jerk the wheel in the other direction and reverses it so that Reaper is now in Tombstone position. The fans look on then gasp in horror as Cremator sits down and drives Reaper onto the metal ramp with the Ashes to Ashes. Reaper looks to be out of it and Cremator looks back towards the ring. The only thing he sees in his mind is the previously discarded gas can. He slowly makes his way towards it and when he reaches it, he picks it up. Cremator then heads up the ramp with the can in hand. Cremator stops at the casket that was set up by Reaper earlier and smiles sickly before taking the can and dousing the casket in gasoline. Cremator, however, is unaware of Reaper sitting up and getting back to his feet.
Cremator finishes putting the icing on the casket cake and tosses the can away. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a matchbook. He strikes one but before he can drop it into the casket, Reaper attacks him from behind with a forearm to the back. Cremator cries out but only slightly. He whips around and grabs Reaper by the throat, yelling at him to burn in hell. Reaper is starting to fade and Cremator tosses him into the casket. He then picks up the matchbook and strikes another match before dropping it onto the casket, setting it ablaze. The crowd is absolutely horrified and most people are either turning away or crying. Cremator gives an evil laugh, knowing that he has indeed cremated Reaper.
Or so he thinks.
The lights dim to red and Cremator’s laugh is nowhere to be found any longer. Eventually, blood begins to drip from the ceiling and then a downpour begins. Cremator is soaked with blood and the casket fire is put out. The liquid then stops and the casket door swings open, revealing an unharmed Reaper, much to the delight of the fans. Cremator stands in shock, which turns to rage. He heads towards Reaper and grabs him by the throat again. Reaper has obviously had enough and he grabs Cremator’s throat in retaliation. He then bats Cremator’s arm away before turning and chokeslamming Cremator onto the metal ramp. Reaper then looks down then looks towards the casket. He nods, an idea already churned inside his head.
Reaper then brings Cremator up by his hair and shuts the casket lid. He rolls Cremator on top of the casket, delivering a forearm smash to the throat for good measure. Reaper then joins Cremator on the casket and brings him up by his hair. He stares into Cremator’s eyes before scooping him up and bringing him upside down. Reaper then looks at the cheering fans and jumps up, delivering a sicker first half of the Execution by Guillotine. Now comes the leg drop part… but wait! Reaper has yet another idea. Reaper hops off the casket and rolls Cremator onto the floor. He picks him up and opens the casket lid. Cremator is then placed with his head between the casket and the casket lid.
The fans know where Reaper is going with this and they all begin to cheer as Reaper walks over and begins climbing the screen. He stands balanced on the screen and looks at Cremator with a twisted smile on his face before leaping off and delivering one HELL of a guillotine leg drop, completing the Execution by Guillotine. Cremator’s head is sandwiched and Reaper rolls him off and decides to pin him. The referee quickly rushes up the ramp and stops at Reaper. He drops down and counts the 1-2-3. When the bell sounds, Reaper rolls off of Cremator.
Iris: “And the winner of this match, REAPER!”
The fans are cheering for a spectacular show of supernatural abilities, brawling and a sick ending to it all. Reaper stands to his feet and turns around, beginning his journey to the back. However, he stops and sees someone clapping. The man is revealed to be Draco, who then soaks in the booing of the fans. Reaper doesn’t know what to think and he decides to walk off. Meanwhile, Draco walks over to the unconscious Cremator and he picks him up by the hair. He looks towards the camera and goes “THIS IS GOING TO BE YOU, HITMAN!” then opens the casket lid and tosses Cremator inside. He shuts the casket lid and wheels it up the ramp. Draco then turns it around and forcefully pushes the casket, which wheels off the stage and through some electrical equipment below. The fans are now either stunned or booing Draco. “Time Bomb” by Godsmack then hits and Draco yells out “THAT’S HITMAN’S FUTURE!” before he decides to leave.
And while Draco wheels off, the casket lid swings open and Cremator walks out, battered and bruised from his encounter but with vengeance on his mind.
Fade out.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:22:14 GMT -5
Segment: "Curiosity" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Mina is seen following Larry after their confrontation with Rattlesnake.
She has a lot of stuff on her mind concerning just what all Larry had done for Rattlesnake in the past. She also wanted to know why the two of them went their separate ways. Call it curiosity if you wish, she was full of it at this point.
Mina started to talk, but the words just couldn't come to her mind. She knew what she wanted to say, it's just that when she went to talk, the words just escaped her.
The awkward silence finally got to Larry.
Larry: I bet you have a few things you want to know.
Mina: Of course, but I don't know where to begin. I know what I want to ask, I just can't spit the words out.
Larry chuckled. That was something he was very familiar with. In fact, he had encountered that a lot with Rattlesnake. Part of him missed being side by side with Rattlesnake, but then he remembers how Rattlesnake treated him and his hatred instantly took over.
One could look at the two of them now and wonder how they ever got along. The way things are now, they'd never be friends again. A snowball stands a better chance in hell than they do of ever becoming friends again.
Mina: Something wrong?
Larry: Oh no. Nothing's wrong. You just reminded me of him. The two of you are more alike than you think.
Mina: You mean he dresses like this?
Larry: Oh god no. He has better taste in what to wear. Hell, there was a time when he used to wear a lime green suit to the ring. It might have been avocado, I'm not really sure.
Mina: And that looked better than this?
Larry: Let's just say he didn't look "desperate."
Mina: I don't look that way.
Larry: Whatever. I still think you need to ditch those clothes like the plague. But whatever floats your boat is fine, I guess.
Mina: Anyways, what all did you do for him while you were his trainer?
Larry: Oh I showed him moves that he was able to pull off perfectly. I had never seen such perfection. Sure he's not the smartest person in the world, but he's got a lot of ring awareness. Take a look at how he's done in ACW thus far. He compares to some of the very best to set foot in the ring. That makes him very dangerous in the ring.
Mina: But isn't there some way to turn his apparent strength into a weakness?
Larry: There's always a way to turn someone's strength into a weakness. We just have to do research on him.
Mina: Seems easy enough.
Larry: You'd think that, but with someone like Rattlesnake, you really need to do intensive research. He's not one to go down easily.
Mina: But if someone like Yoko Satoshi can beat him, then I surely can.
Larry: Are you as good as she is? Have you been in the ring as much as her?
Mina: Well...no.
Larry: Then don't try to make a comparison like that. It's not something you should be doing.
Mina: So what do we do now?
Larry wanted to tell her that with Rattlesnake around, they needed to watch out. If he can appear at any given Fallout show, he can show up almost anywhere and he could very well cause some trouble.
For the time being, the best thing they could do is go back and work on fundamentals and then work on some training.
Larry: Just one word.
Mina: Training?
Larry: Bingo.
Mina: Works for me.
Larry: Let's go.
Mina: Should we worry about Rattlesnake?
Larry shakes his head. He was obviously lying to Mina, but at this point, she had plenty to worry about and didn't need to think about Rattlesnake.
Larry: No, we shouldn't. He won't risk anything by trying to go after us.
Mina: Ok. Let's go train.
Mina continues on, but Larry stops. He looks behind him and sees Rattlesnake standing there. They both stare at each other for a moment. Neither man makes a move since they each know what the other is capable of.
They each nod and turn around and walk away as the scene fades out.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:22:54 GMT -5
Match: Violet Cyrilla vs Adrienne Frost (Credit: Yoko / Rose)
The show is nearing the end. Iris prepares to announce the next match.
Iris: Our second match in tonight’s triple main event is a singles match for the Fallout Women’s Championship! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the challenger, “Violent” Violet Cyrillaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Paranoia Attack plays as Violet comes out. Tonight she isn’t alone. Her loyal friend, Mary Kane, is with her, and is kindly carrying her guitar for her. With a look of confidence, Violet steps into the ring and awaits Adrienne.
Dean Bardo: Ms. Cyrilla certainly has shown us that she can fight with the best of them. The list of people she’s knocked out in her short career is very, very impressive. The only person she’s never been able to knock-out is her opponent this evening.
RJ Fisher: Where else? Where else but Fallout do you see this kind of rivalry? Rich vs. Poor…Brawn vs. Brains…Model vs. Rocker… It has appeal across the board!
Iris: And the defending women’s champion, from Boston, MA, “The Dominatrix From Hell” Adrienne Froooooooooooooooooooost!
Cherry Lips plays and Adrienne shows up at the entrance ramp. She’s proudly flaunting the title around her waist as she heads to the ring. She’s more than confident that she’ll win this one. She takes off the belt and hands it off, and gets into her starting corner.
Bardo: Ms. Frost has become so good in such a short amount of time. It’s unreal how much she’s accomplished since winning that title. She’s even gone so far is to humiliate our competition’s stars with relative ease. She’s had a better track record of doing that than even her opponent.
Fisher: I’ll never forget how proud I was when she posed over the blood carcass of Chance Emmerson, or when she made Hunter squeal like a little girl! She’s amazing!
Bell Rings
Adrienne motions for Violet to come at her, teasing her. Violet complies and approaches her, though carefully. A thought occurs to her…she doesn’t know how to approach Adrienne in this. While she’s thinking, Adrienne initiates a grapple. She immediately floats around behind with a hammerlock. Violet struggles and walks around but can’t escape it as Adrienne pushes upward, turning her arm with each thrust. She cannot get out of it.
Bardo: Ms. Cyrilla appears to be out of her element so far. Ms. Frost is wisely trying to make sure that this match doesn’t deteriorate into a brawl. If it comes down to blows, then she’ll find herself at a significant advantage.
Fisher: What’s about Violet’s friend at ringside? Do you think she’ll have any role in this match?
Bardo: It’s unclear if she will or not.
From outside, Violet can hear Mary screaming the word “Ropes!” So she grabs the nearest rope, and Adrienne is forced the break the hold on her arm. Huh. She’ll have to remember that trick. She flexes her arm a couple of times to try to make the pain stop.
Bardo: We know that Ms. Cyrilla has very little experience in our business, but I’m amazed that she didn’t know about the rope-break.
Fisher: It’s not so amazing when you consider that most of her matches haven’t lasted a minute. Normally, she doesn’t NEED rope-breaks.
Adrienne though isn’t going to let her rest. She comes toward her, throwing some quick fake roundhouse kicks at the air to throw Violet off, which seems to be successful. But Violet has a flashback to her last Yoko encounter, of Yoko doing a spin kick and what happened. So Violet does what she did last time; she kicks Adrienne’s single leg out from under her in mid kick. There’s the opportunity, while Adrienne is shocked. Violet pounces on top of her and begins to punch her. After the sixth punch, Adrienne throws up an elbow, hitting Violet in the jaw and tossing her off. She rolls away.
Bardo: I do believe that the match would have ended right there had Ms. Frost not been smart enough to stop her opponents’ onslaught.
Fisher: I love this action! From Iris vs. Lilly earlier to this… The women’s division continues to amaze everybody!
But Violet grabs her foot and stops her. She mounts her again, then time with Adrienne on her stomach. Violet thrusts her elbow into Adrienne’s back, and then into the back of her head. Violet then wraps her arms around Adrienne’s head with some kind of sleeper hold, and squeezes with all of her might. The referee drops down to see if Adrienne will submit or be put to sleep.
Bardo: A rare wrestling hold by Ms. Cyrilla. It’ll be interesting to see how this turns out.
Fisher: She should be trying to out-fight Adrienne, not outwrestle her… but this seems to be working. She’d better be careful not to apply the hold too tightly or else…
Oh, there’s a problem though. The referee checks the space between Violet’s arm and Adrienne’s neck, and Violet’s choking her out. He forces Violet off of her and they get into a small argument where he explains that she can’t do that. She shoves him in frustration and he warns her against doing that as well. And then Adrienne comes from behind with a rollup.
1! . . . . . 2! . . Almost.
Violet powers out of it. As Violet gets up and heads back for the still recovering Adrienne, she reaches up and snapmares Violet to the ground. Adrienne finally gets to her feet, and she kicks Violet in her arm - her left arm. While Violet clutches it, Adrienne pulls her up and whips her into a corner, following her with a very nice Stinger Splash. After that, she grabs Violet’s left arm and wraps it around the top rope and pulls hard on it. As the referee counts for Adrienne to let go, Violet throws her right hand out. It catches Adrienne in the jaw, but not perfectly, and it also isn’t her good arm, so Adrienne just stumbles back a couple of steps. Violet steps toward her, but Adrienne spins with another roundhouse kick. Then one does connect, and it sends Violet right back into the corner. Adrienne lifts up her leg and presses it against Violet’s throat, choking her with her foot. The referee gets involved once again to break it as Violet tries to pry Adrienne’s foot off.
Bardo: The champion is at her best when she uses this methodical kind of offense.
Fisher: She’d better not get too complacent. If Violet can get back to her feet, then this match could swing in her favor yet again. She can’t do much of anything on her back…but she can knock out any person on the face of the planet when she’s on her feet!
Adrienne then grabs Violet by the arm and whips her into the opposite corner, following that one with a splash as well.
Or that’s what she wanted. Violet cleverly avoided that one. Adrienne only hit the corner, stunning herself. Violet lines up for her infamous punch and throws it. Right into Adrienne’s waiting arms. So close. Adrienne tries to force her down into a Fujiwara armbar, but Violet grabs a rope the instant she realizes it, because she remembers that ropes break holds.
Bardo: As long as they’ve had a rivalry, Ms. Cyrilla has never been able to land her knockout punch on her opponent. You’ve got to wonder what kind of effect this has on her psyche.
Fisher: I think it frustrates her more than anything, and when she’s frustrated…she has even more trouble landing her punches…but they tend to have more power behind them. So, it’s actually a bit of a good thing.
As a Plan B, Adrienne decides to Irish whip Violet into the ropes. Violet spins and counters it, tossing Adrienne into the ropes. She pulls her arm back to punch Adrienne on the rebound, but Adrienne leaps on the way back, locking her legs around Violet’s head in a headscissor and spinning around her, grabbing the arm she’d been targeting the entire match and pulling it, locking in her Domination finisher. Immense pain instantly runs through Violet’s arm and shoulder. She lurches toward the ropes, but collapses under Adrienne’s weight after just a step. She has nowhere to go and the pain is just getting worse. Before she realizes what she’s done, she has begun tapping the mat.
Bell Rings
Iris: Your winner, by submission, and STILL women’s champion, Adrienne Frost!
Adrienne releases Violet’s arm, tossing it away a little harder than needed. She grabs her belt and poses for a camera while Violet lays there holding her arm. Mary Kane rolls into the ring to help Violet out of the ring. Adrienne looks down at Violet, and at Mary, and smirks at them.
Bardo: A strong defense by the champion… Now she’s taking the time to humiliate the challenger by having one of her “inpromtu” photoshoots with the fans and our photographers at ringside.
Fisher: I can’t help but wonder how Violet’s going to rebound after that. She has no excuses…she just got out wrestled tonight.
Bardo: I don’t think we’ve seen the last of these two in the ring as opponents.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:23:38 GMT -5
Title: A Civil Conversation. (pt. 3) (Credit: Stark/Shawn)
She can only think of one response…it's a simple act of defiance that she may soon grow to regret.
Umeko: Good. If our roles were reversed…you'd be screaming by now.
Stark: It takes quite some amount of effort to make me scream, Umeko Saito. And I greatly doubt even someone as vengeful as a woman scorned has the stomach to do what it takes to make a man with my pain threshold scream.
His stare is almost challenging. She accepts that challenge. It's a bold move…
Umeko: Did you ever, in passing, wonder how my Tiger lost his eye, Mr. Starkweather?
Stark: I simply assumed one of your sadomasochistic forays into the perverse went awry.
This catches her by surprise, and she momentarily moves away from her point.
Umeko: Are we that obvious?
Stark: He is.
That familiar smile of his returns, if only a ghost of it.
Stark: He's like a puppy, following you and begging for a bone. I use the word "bone" in the literal sense, not the figurative.
This garners an audible chuckle from Umeko…one can only wonder how she manages to laugh at a time like this.
Umeko: I guess that's true…but you're incorrect on your theory about the untimely loss of his eye. It wasn't during any of our "forays into the perverse" as you ignorantly call it. It was something I had to do to prove a point when I first met him under very abnormal circumstances. There was nothing erotic in the action; I can assure you of that. It was a calculating decision that I made…and I'd make the same one again. If I can make a man like him scream…then I assure you that you're no different. What have you ever gone through that would suggest otherwise?
His smile fades slightly. She's touched a nerve, but she has no idea by his face how very big it is by his rapid ability to mask his emotions. It's a skill that comes in handy when a patient tells you that the aliens were trying to play chess with her baby and you have to keep from laughing.
Stark: I assure you, I've gone through enough to make anyone scream. Though I can assure you, it probably wasn't as physically taxing as plucking an eye out. I've participated in deathmatches that have left a handful of scars that could compare.
Umeko: The scar on his face wasn't the one that hurt him the most.
A grin. A grin almost verging on mischievous.
Stark: I assure you, my pain threshold is much higher than your dog's. My dog's pain threshold is probably higher. In any case, your threats aren't entirely founded on the foundation of reality, as I doubt very highly that you're capable of doing said things to me without your well-trained pet to keep me down.
This is very true, but it's not something she's willing to admit.
Umeko: We'll see...
Stark: I doubt it very much.
He stands, smoothing out his pants and making a motion at the window.
Stark: Oh, and escaping out that window is an effort in futility. Even if you do, you won't get over the fence before William gets you unless you have a standing leap of eight feet.
Umeko: I don't have to escape. My Tiger will come soon enough. When he does, I highly doubt you or your dog will be able to stop him. So… Just enjoy your short-lived victory for now.
Heading for the stairs, he turns back to her just after stepping foot on the bottom stair. His smile grows only slightly, it fading as he finishes his piece to say.
Stark: No one knows who did it. No one even has an idea. You are here until I am finished, and you'd do well to remember who I am and what I'll gladly do to you if I find cause to. You won't be the first woman to bleed for my cause.
Umeko completely loses control and yells at her captor. Her voice is enforced by anger and shaken by her now obvious fear.
Umeko: And just what is your cause!?
...And she only hears him chuckle before closing and locking the door behind him. Not yet would she know why, it’d ruin the fun. He goes upstairs, her voice smothered by the thick wood of the basement door, he knowing that one of two things will happen with time. She'll accept where she is or she'll try and escape, and either way... Things would be very interesting indeed. But, for now, bed.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:24:46 GMT -5
Skurai vs. “Corporate Ace” Daniel Ness: Fallout Openweight Title (Credit: Senator)
R.J Fisher: The time is now! This is the match that everyone has waited patiently or not so patiently for! Skurai has been an exemplary champion for Fallout, having brought prestige back to a once discarded belt. Since he officially signed with the company, he has truly proven himself to be a true champion. Daniel Ness, on the other hand, has been training now for a very long time, setting this match up. He went through a trial series, taking on a number of competitors from the present, and a few from Skurai’s distant past as well. No man on Fallout has so thoroughly studied their opponent, and I might think that no man here wants that title quite as much as Ness.
Bardo: The two each have their own strengths and weaknesses. Skurai is larger, and quite agile for his size. His striking power is nearly untouchable, and his ability to endure punishment very well might be second to none. The challenger, Daniel Ness is a former NCAA champion. He is very skilled on the mat, and can counter his way out of about anything. Even so, he prefers to use more vicious tactics, often blatantly breaking the rules just for the sake of inflicting gratuitous punishment. The strategies employed by each should be drastically different. Skurai should try to end this quickly, by staying on his feet, and cornering Ness constantly. If he can do this, I think he’ll have little trouble. With Ness, he should want to draw the match out, frustrate Skurai, and try to keep his opponent on the mat as much as possible, taking him out of his element. The longer the match goes, the more it favors the younger, better conditioned Ness. Without Corporate Club aid, Ness will probably also rely even more than usual on his cheap shots and such.
Fisher: And here, you might notice that there are quite a few officials in the ring, along with the new trophy that will now be presented along with the title on special matches and occasions.
Soon, the lights dim, as “Survival of the Sickest” begins to play over the PA system, with a large portion of the crowd voicing their vehement disapproval of the challenger.
Iris: This match will be for the Fallout Openweight Title! Announcing first, the challenger, hailing out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, he is the Corporate Ace, Daniel Neeeeeesssss!
Ness bounds out of the entranceway, looking around. He’s wearing new white and gold tights for the special match occasion, also wearing a “Corporate Club: Elite Member” shirt as well. The Corporate Ace hops up onto the apron, stepping through the ropes, just as the lights go dim…and out.
Fisher: Dean, don’t be afraid, Reaper and Creamator aren’t here anymo…
Bardo: Fisher, shut up.
A huge flash of light is seen at the entranceway, but Skurai is not there. Several other flashes of light show in other areas of the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, but no Skurai there, either. Finally, one big explosion of sorts erupts from a corner post of the ring, as Skurai appears, standing on top of the turnbuckle, arms crossed, scarf flowing, Openweight Title belt around his waist. Unlike usual, he is facing the inside of the ring, preventing any possible sneak attack, as Angelo Giovanni had done two weeks ago. The lights come back on, and Iris gets back on the microphone.
Iris: Announcing next, he is the defending Fallout Openweight Champion, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, he is the Ninja Lord, Skurraaaaiiiii!
Skurai hops down from the top rope, unbuckling his title, and holding it up to the crowd, while Ness stretches against the ropes. The Champion hands his title off to an official, as Tony Givens picks up a microphone, standing next to an elaborate, six foot tall trophy.
Iris: And finally, announcing now, in the ring, Fallout Championship Coordinator, Tony Givvvvvvens!
Tony Givens: As we stand here in the ring tonight, we have, along with the belt that symbolizes the Fallout Openweight Championship, an additional trophy. This new trophy is now a symbol of the growing prestige of the Fallout Openweight Championship, and as such, will now be presented to the winner of any Openweight Title match along with the title belt. Do conduct yourselves in a manner fit for such an honor.
The referee, former ACW ref, and current Fallout head referee, Jacob Jones enters the ring, motioning for both competitors to walk to the center of the ring.
Jacob Jones: I expect a fairly contested match between you two. You both know the rules, I will put forth my best effort to ensure that they are adhered to as much as possible. Chairman Taylor has, however, instructed me to only use disqualification as a last resort scenario, due to the importance of the results here tonight. Even so, if either of you blatantly bypass this leniency, I will not hesitate to issue a disqualification. Is that clear?
Both men nod their heads, Ness with a faint, but detectable hint of a smirk, while Skurai never allows his eyes to leave his opponent. Givens, the trophy, and the numerous officials clear the ring, as the ringside crew prepares the squared circle for combat.
Jones: Good! Now, both of you, shake hands, and go to opposite corners so we can get this match started off on the right hand.
Neither man takes the initiative, and after what seems like far too long of a delay, the two simply nod to each other, before heading back to their directed corners. Jones checks each competitor individually for foreign objects, before backing off to the middle of the ring, as Skurai and Ness finally begin in earnest to initiate hostilities.
Fisher: The preliminaries have concluded, the instructions have been issued, there's nothing left now but for these two to finally collide!
The two fighters slowly walk out of their corners, Ness striking a tense looking, low to the ground amateur stance, as Skurai stands tall, seemingly using his superior height to intimidate his opponent, as he glares downward at Daniel Ness.
Ness stares back at Skurai, trying to make his opponent flinch with several false starts.
Skurai on the other hand, assumes a fighting stance, but other than that, is nearly still as stone, only his eyes tracking the challenger.
**Ding Ding Ding**
Fisher: And here we gooooooooo!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:25:15 GMT -5
Daniel Ness immediately charges in, only to be met with a firm kick to the midsection. Skurai throws a second roundhouse, only to have it caught. Ness attempts to sweep the other leg, but instead, receives an elbow to the side of the head, disengaging from his opponent. The Openweight champion tries to follow up on his opponent, rushing at him, this time, Ness catches an arm, rolling back with a crisply executed armdrag, transitioning it into a seated hammerlock of sorts, and from there, he flows smoothly into a rear chinlock. Skurai reaches up, breaking the hold, and pulling Ness into a side headlock. Instead of focusing on the submission hold, the Ninja Lord drives repeated knee lifts into the head of his opponent, knocking him back with the last one, running off the ropes, before hitting a swift spinning wheel kick.
Fisher: What agility by the three hundred pounder!
Bardo: He's actually two hundred ninety or so, Fisher, but yes, that was a well executed wheel kick.
As the Ninja Lord lands, he rolls back to his feet, rushes over to the nearest corner, ascends, and leaping off with a diving elbow…but Daniel Ness rolls out of the way. Before Skurai can stand up, holding his arm, Ness dashes off the ropes, running back, and delivering a flip over neck whip. Amazingly enough, Skurai gets to his feet first, running forwards, hitting Ness with an impressive running dropkick that sends him rolling out of the ring. Skurai has no patience here, however, and goes to the outside, grabbing Ness, rolling him back into the ring.
Ness warefully stands up, before hitting a beautiful dropkick of his own, knocking Skurai against the ropes. As the champion shakes the cobwebs out of his head, Ness moves quickly, tying both arms up in the ropes with one motion. A swift boot to the gut connects for the suddenly trapped Skurai, but the effects of the attack are only momentary, as the Corporate Ace returns fire with a right hook to the jaw. Ness doesn't stop there, pulling far back, and throwing a vicious series of straight knuckle punches at the forehead of his opponent. Referee Jacob Jones tries to separate Ness, admonishing him for both ignoring the rope break, as well as using a discouraged(but not prohibited) closed fist.
Bardo: The closed fist punch is not illegal on Fallout, as the rules commission felt that the rule is too trivial and difficult to enforce consistently. It is discouraged, and referees are instructed to warn competitors to not overuse the technique.
Daniel Ness sneers at the helplessly trapped Skurai, shoving Jones aside, and now slapping on a cravate headlock, contorting Skurai's neck at an odd angle, while his arms are still caught in the ropes, creating a great deal of tension. Jones does not even bother to make a five count, instead prying Ness's grip off his opponent. In response, Ness hits Jones with a sharp back elbow to the base of the skull, dropping him to the mat.
Bardo: Not the dreaded referee bump...
Skurai struggles to free himself, but as he does so, Ness ducks out to the outside, swiping Iris Yoon's chair, returning to the ring, his favored weapon in hand. As he gets back in, Skurai still struggles, and Jones is still clean out, so the Corporate Ace also takes the time to take the cover off the turnbuckle post.
Fisher: What an arrogant opportunist! That could come back to haunt him!
Bardo: You know what I think about people needlessly wasting time, Fisher. Ness could very well defeat Skurai with his pure skill and talent, but he chooses instead to see just how many rules he can blatantly ignore. However, it could be said that he also could not have gotten this title shot if it were not for his violent excesses.
Skurai finally gets out of the ropes, throwing a blind side roundhouse, which Ness ducks, instead plastering Skurai in the top of the head with a wild swing. As a result, a small, but deep cut is immediately opened up, flowing onto the mat
Fisher: Come on! Someone get in there and reprimand Ness for this! He just busted our champion wide open with that foreign object!
As Jones recovers, Ness places the chair around the neck of his opponent on the mat, bounding off the ropes, but as he returns, an unpleasant surprise greets him, with Skurai slipping out of the chair, instead using it as a projectile, bouncing the cold, dented steel off the face of his opponent, dropping him to the mat.
Fisher: A taste of his own medicine! How does Daniel Ness like having a chair used against him?
Bardo: Not very much, I would guess, Fisher.
Skurai now seems to have taken full control of the match, picking Ness back up off the mat, and goes for what would be an excellent release German suplex, that is, if Ness didn't land on his feet out of the throw. The Ninja Lord is not flustered, turning around immediately as he gets up, and trying to take the former NCAA amateur down to the mat with an awkward single leg. This doesn't go far, as Ness somehow manages to spin out, into a hammerlock of his own, forcing Skurai down to the mat, and assuming a back mount of sorts. Ness does not hold on long with the hammerlock, punching Skurai in the back of the head a few times, smashing his face into the mat as well.
Fisher: The referee should get Daniel Ness to back down! Nobody wants to see the most important match in the history of Fallout to end this way!
The Corporate Ace does not seem content to remain on the back mount for long, painstakingly lifting Skurai up to his feet in a rear waistlock, backing up over to near the corner, and with a great effort, he launches Skurai into the exposed turnbuckle with a release German suplex, head first. The Ninja Lord collides into the corner, slumping down into a seated position, with Ness quickly following up with repeated punches, further opening the cut on his opponent's face. Ness rears back, throwing one last haymaker of a punch...but the Ninja Lord somehow blocks the strike, answering with a right hand of his own from the semi-seated position. Ness throws more punches as Skurai rises to his feet, but one middle kick from the Openweight Champion sends him reeling back. Daniel Ness is nothing but persistent, going back for more punches to the head, once again knocked back by a single kick from Skurai. This time, though, Skurai doesn't allow Ness to return, chasing after him, and hitting a rare enzuigiri, which knocks Ness into a front somersault in midair, landing on his stomach.
Fisher: What amazing impact on that kick from Skurai! Is there any wonder why he's our main champion?
As Ness slowly gets up, Skurai leaps up, grabbing him by the head, going for his high jump Ace Crusher...but Ness saw it coming from a mile away, and catches his opponent in a rear naked choke in mid air, pulling Skurai back down to the mat. The impact of the improvised landing almost flattens Ness, but the Corporate Ace is still able to hold on with the submission, turning it into a legal scissored sleeper hold, as he shifts Skurai to a side position.
Bardo: Ness just demonstrated his two strongest assets, his counter wrestling ability, and his nearly insane perseverance.
Fisher: You know, Dean, both of these men, no matter how much either of them would deny it, are very much alike! When the stakes are on the table, neither has an ounce of quit in them, and both will go above and beyond the normal limit of what it takes to win, Ness with his ferocious intensity with his offence, and Skurai with his legendary toughness, able to take more than anything that's thrown at him!
Bardo: Fisher...
Fisher: What?
Bardo: For once, that was an apt description.
Fisher: Glad to know it received your expert approval, Dean.
Bardo: Now, can we get back to calling the match?
Fisher: Sure thing.
As the blood rushes to Skurai's head, it can also be seen streaming down his forehead as well, and onto the mat. Ness re-scissors the hold, and traps an arm, effectively turning the submission into a Kata Hajime, making it more difficult for Skurai to use his hands to push his way out of the vice-like lock around his neck. Jacob Jones repeatedly checks the hold, ensuring that it does not regress again into a full choke, as Ness would be most likely to attempt. Skurai, though, takes a more proactive course to escape, standing back up out of the hold, running over to the corner with the exposed turnbuckle, and bashing Ness into it, back first. Ness lets go, and exits the ring. Skurai follows closely, too closely, as Ness catches him with a back mule kick to the groin, to the consternation of the referee. Ness picks up his dented, bloodstained chair once again, this time, connecting with Skurai's midsection, sliding the chair, and then the Ninja Lord himself into the ring.
Fisher: I don't like the looks of things here...
Bardo: Neither do I, to tell the truth.
Ness walks over, picking the chair back up, and ascends the top rope. As Skurai rises, the Corporate Ace dives down, delivering a thunderous chair shot down onto the head of his opponent. Amazingly, Skurai remains standing, only to be hit again in the head with a full on chair shot. The Ninja Lord drops to his knees, but still does not go down all the way, defiantly holding his bleeding head up. An infuriated Ness shoves aside a frantically protesting Jacob Jones, as he unfolds the chair, placing Skurai in a rear facelock, carefully positioning the back of his head over the lopsidedly dented steel chair.
Bardo: There is no recovery if he hits the Total Fin-NESS, this move destroyed Brian Carnage, an incredibly tough man in his own right, to the point that he was never really the same, ever again.
Ness looks up to the sky for a moment, savoring the moment, before he lifts his leg up, dropping it down hard on the throat of Skurai, in turn, driving the back of his opponent's skull into the hard steel of the chair, entirely collapsing the foreign object, and sending the Openweight Champion into convulsions on the mat. Fisher: No! No! No! That's not how this was supposed to end!
Bardo: It should end here, though, the Total Fin-Ness is simply too dangerous of a move to walk away from, no matter what.
Ness goes for a cocky one handed pin, but the referee does not even walk over to make the count, but instead calls for the bell.
**Ding, Ding, Ding**
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:25:50 GMT -5
Jones then motions to Iris Yoon to hand him a microphone as the crowd boos unanimously.
Jones: I have but no other choice but to call this match a no contest! The use of illegal tactics by Daniel Ness has gone above and beyond even the lenient restrictions set for this match, and as such, I have no choice but to end the match.
Skurai slowly sits up under supervision, looks over at Ness, blood running down his face in a slow trickle, as officials hand him the Openweight Title. As he holds the belt, Skurai motions to the surrounding Fallout employees to back off, as he crawls over to the ropes, staggering to his feet, holding the back of his head, with the belt draped over his shoulder. Ness walks over, taking the microphone from Jones, and walking up to Skurai.
Ness: I beat you...far...as I care. That title should be mine! I don't care what anyone says, I won this match! If this is the end, I claim victory!
Skurai: Not…if I have a say. Ref, start this back up. Neither of us wants Endsong to end on this note.
Jones speaks into his headset, a rare flustered look on the head Fallout referee's face. Apparently, though, something is said that clears up the situation, as he quickly turns back to the two wrestlers, with a slight smile.
Jones: I just spoke to Chairman Taylor, and he ordered me to restart the match, or look for work elsewhere!
Skurai hands the belt off to an official at ringside, still holding his head, as Jones issues instructions to the timekeeper. Both worn down competitors stretch themselves out, loosening up for what promises to be a very intense conclusion to an already heated struggle. Skurai starts things off, backing his opponent into the ropes, with the intent to hammer throw him into the opposite ropes, but instead, is counter whipped into the ropes himself.
As Skurai returns from the opposite ropes, Ness catches him with the intent to throw him with a belly to belly release suplex. Skurai, though, claps his opponent on the side of the head, and as he stumbles in, Skurai hits a harsh front spinebuster, smoothly flowing into the Suffering, his sharpshooter/sasorigatame variation! Ness tries to keep from being turned over in the submission, but is wholly unsuccessful.
Fisher: This could be it, right here, Skurai could retain his championship, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!
Bardo: Considering that he just took a move that is considered an instant concussion, this is quite an impressive turnaround for Skurai. His pain tolerance is simply off the scale.
The submission is expertly applied, exacting a great deal of punishment on Daniel Ness, nearly folding him in two. The former NCAA champ, though, has been in tough predicaments before, and does not give up just yet, as many others would have. Instead, he crawls to the ropes, gritting his teeth, finally making it there...but Skurai stands up, pulling Ness back to the middle of the ring. Ness tries once again to reach the ropes, nearly looking as if he is about to pass out in the process. He finally reaches the ropes again, and this time, Jacob Jones forces the break.
An amused champion allows the break to occur, letting go this time, and allowing Ness to stand up, using the turnbuckles as support. Before he can go anywhere, Skurai lifts Ness up onto the top rope, and slowly makes his own way up, hooking one arm in an underhook, and trying for the other.
Fisher: Could this be the 500 Channels! If he hits this, it's over, it's all over!
Skurai attempts to hook the other arm...but Ness desperately fires away with punches to the ribs, slowly forcing his opponent off with a startling ferocity, a final headbutt sending Skurai tumbling back to the mat. The Openweight Champion takes his good time getting up, while Ness remains perched on the top rope, stalking. As Skurai gets back up, Ness leaps off with a cross body, however, that very well might not have been a good job, as the much larger Skurai catches him. The Ninja Lord throws his opponent up onto his shoulders, promptly hitting a sheer drop Death Valley Bomb, wiping Daniel Ness out. Instead of covering for the pin, Skurai points to the top rope, signaling with a counter-clockwise spinning fingers motion.
Bardo: No way.
Fisher: What's he calling for?
Bardo: Skurai is calling for his original finisher.
Fisher: Which is...
Bardo: Wait and see.
Skurai slowly steps outside the ring, painfully forcing his body to ascend to the top turnbuckle, where he looks down at the motionless Ness, braces himself once again...and leaps off with an incredible shooting star press!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 25, 2006 18:26:13 GMT -5
As the two hundred and ninety pound Skurai flies through the air, Ness seems to jolt to his senses, rolling out of the way just in the nick of time, as Skurai smashes into the mat, chest, face, and knees all hitting at the same time.
Fisher: A perfectly executed shooting star press from the champion! Amazing!
Bardo: Too bad it didn't hit, that'd surely have been the end of the match. As is, the miss also most likely has signaled the end, as well. It's always a pitiful sight to see someone lose from the malfunction of their own move.
As Skurai convulses from the breathtaking impact, leaving a splotch of blood on the mat where his forehead hit, Ness scrambles over on his hands and knees, rolling his opponent over into the pin...
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Fisher: Foot on the ropes! Foot on the ropes! Skurai escapes the loss!
Ness drags Skurai back from the ropes, covering once again...
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Bardo: Skurai is an illogical individual, I might not find his tactics to be too intelligent, but Ness had better stay on his opponent like a rabid wolf now, for Skurai is at his very best when he's hanging on by one thread, when he's had his bell rung, that's when he is at his most dangerous. He seems to have reserves that no normal person could comprehend.
Ness very well might have been listening to Dean Bardo, as he ferociously stomps away on the Ninja Lord, focusing on his opponent's head mainly, not giving him even a moment to recover, until the action largely exhausts him, the stomps becoming weaker and weaker with each repetition. Finally, Skurai somehow blocks a foot on the way down, tripping Ness, and astoundingly, getting to his own feet, wobbly, as he crosses Ness's legs, stepping through to complete the Suffering, once again...but Ness catches his opponent into a surprise inside cradle...
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