AS73: Baez (c) vs. Fallout (Elite X Championship)
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OMNIPOTENCE:
Deep inside a vast chamber of rock, a broad and cavernous elevator gradually rose from the fathomless stone pit that housed it. As it continued its path, Fallout awaited its arrival with his arms crossed in an attentive pose. The reflective steel enclosure of the lift presented an insensitive, jaded mask to the callous Fallout, which triggered a deep and twisted thought process inside the hollow creature's conscience.
Humanity were far beyond redemption to him. Their severe misjudgement had impeded his escalation for the final time. Their actions not only allowed a meager fear monger in The Beard to earn the right to be King For A Day, but marked their failure to behold an advanced life form annihilate the WZCW elite. Disgruntled and irate at this fact, Fallout yearned to terminate the source of these complications; the human responsible for delaying his ascension at the most critical occasion: Theron Daggershield.
Despite having stripped him of his tools, the child still refused to succumb to reality. By confiscating his equipment, he had not only isolated Daggershield's source of luck; but disintegrated any sense of victory that the boy may have attained in the Elimination Chamber. And yet...
"He remains to be a thorn in my side!" Fallout hissed loudly to himself as he uncrossed his arms and crushed his fingers vigorously against his palm. "The world of fantasy still engulfs him; still welcomes him; still acts as a place of solitude! And the ignorant humans would rather watch his fruitless endeavour in an uncompassionate cage of horrors as opposed to me unleashing a cataclysm on the opposition!"
Marching heavily into the lift, Fallout struck the button ferociously in his anger. The elevator began its lengthy descent into the catacombs as Fallout vowed to exterminate his adversary.
"I will extirpate you Theron Daggershield. I will destroy your coterie of misfits, incinerate your land of make-believe and drag you to hell. You will be introduced to the anguish and cruelty I have had to sustain since my creation, and I will ensure a ceaseless torrent of suffering will befall you. This is my divine crusade, and you will agonize resolutely at my hands."
As he uttered these powerful threats, Fallout began to concoct an intention on how to dismantle Theron Daggershield mentally and emotionally, before finally destroying the child in combat. By this time, the elevator harbouring the irradiated gladiator had gravitated into a mine of luminous amethyst, which allowed the quartz to create a purple hue around Fallout. In his own mind, Fallout was a virulent venom, hellbent on anfractuous grief to those that opposed him. He would do everything in his power to break Theron Daggershield down, before finally devestating him once and for all.
But this was not the only severe matter that Fallout deemed vital to settle in WZCW at that time. Having displayed the true form of tenacity, skill and fear to his opponents, his successful conquest at Apocalypse had allowed Fallout to challenge for the Elite X title on Ascension. Despite relentless setbacks from the humans, Fallout had finally crafted his own path to glory, with only Matt Tastic standing in his way.
Fallout had a vehement rancour of Matt Tastic's attempt to cling to his humanity. Fallout still recalled the unperceptive fool's words as he declared war on the circus that was WZCW in a clear reference to Fallout, despite being unaware of Fallout's proficiency in combat, or the reasoning why he was doomed to wear the mask. Not only was Matt Tastic blinded by his own arrogance, but he was also deceitful, as his manipulation of the Elite X Championship rules demonstrated after his victory over S.H.I.T. But Fallout's perception had allowed him to detect a flaw in Tastic's master plan.
"By creating these identities Matt Tastic, you leave yourself distracted." Fallout lectured to himself with malevolence. "Quality will always outshine quantity in the long run, and my run has been prolonged and arduous. The sentiment of you being a diligent and commendable warrior is entirely erroneous, as you have done little but exploit your way to fame with your identities.
More quartz had begun to appear further down the rich reserve, and the endless stockpile began to form a panoramic mirror around Fallout. As he glared at his artificial duplicate, he had found himself at a great advantage.
Viktor Petrov serves no purpose to anyone anymore. Fallout analysed coldly. He was the weakest link, and with his loss, I lost my inhibition. Now, I am only Fallout, the transcendent instrument of warfare. I am not hindered by two-faces like Matt Tastic, or Shawn Daggers and his clique of freaks. My recessive personality has died, and the dominant remains. I do not need to live a second life, nor split my abilities in half. My purpose in this earth requires only Fallout.
The elevator began to reach a standstill as Fallout observed he had arrived at his destination. Radiant crystals of all colours still coated the rocky walls of the cave, but a large array of technology was also present as multiple security system stood in his path. Despite zealously pursuing an agreement with Fallout, Oleg Yeltsin still speculated that his war machine remained a threat to him. Yeltsin would not be willing to relinquish his super-soldier after fighting tooth and nail to retrieve him and necessary precautions were erected because of this.
Sighing, Fallout reluctantly undertook the security checks.
***
What Im trying to tell you is that we can try again. the Spetsnaz chief operative Dmitri Zaytsev attempted to explain to a visibly irritated Oleg Yeltsin. Both men were situated in the lab of the confidential Spetsnaz facility, engaged in an argument with one another. Our resources have advanced immensely in terms of capabilities since Project SPECIAL first took place. We need to stop relying on aged hardware and think ahead to the future. The Americans are already developing their own super-soldiers at a rapid pace, and the technology outclasses Viktors technology substantially already. To make matters worse for us all, Viktors erratic behaviour makes him sporadic and unpredictable.
Oleg Yeltsin would not allow his masterful actions to be patronized. This is fundamental proof as to why you are no more than a hitman Dmitri. Yeltsin replied harshly. Even 28 years later, no American undertaking has matched the technological advancement of Project SPECIAL and we do not have the same resources at our disposal. We specifically designed the technology to evolve with the soldier, along with our numerous upgrades applied to Viktor. Not to mention his own evolution.
Are you referring to Fallout? Zaytsev queried.
Yes. Yeltsin retorted calmly. Viktor Petrov was never the most ruthless; neither did he enjoy his time his first stint with us. But WZCW changed him for the best. The full effect of Project SPECIAL is now visible, because he has now embraced the enhancements entirely. Fallout outmatches Viktor Petrov in every regard because of this. He is now finally the ultimate weapon I aspired for him to be. My ultimate weapon.
What if he has ulterior motives that you cannot see, sir? Zaytsev asked, concerned about Yeltsins unquestioning loyalty to Fallout. What of his attempt at your own life and the collateral damage from that? Isnt that of concern to you?
As you have stated, Fallouts sporadic behaviour is enough to be of detriment to him. Yeltsin stated, taking Zaytsevs opinion into consideration. This is the reason he is not undefeated in WZCW and I believe he realises this. For this reason, he needs guidance, and I need a warrior. We need each other, more than ever before.
Which is why I am telling you we can repeat the experiment, sir. Zaytsev pleaded.
Why fix what is not broken Dmitri? Yeltsin scolded, shaking his head at Zaytsevs reckless abandon. Ignoring the fact that we do not have the resources readily available for such a development, Fallout is fine the way he is. His rise through WZCW is enough proof of this. While I am doubtful he is ready to commence the severe mission I hold in place for him, the time will be upon us soon."
What mission? Zaytsev once again inquired.
The details of the mission only concern me and Fallout. Yeltsin declared strongly. Know this though; this is a mission that will turn the world we inhabit upside down. The mission advances the agendas of Fallout, myself and the Spetsnaz. Dmitri, with Fallouts help, we will triumph. And I need you to have faith in us both.
At that moment, the doors of the laboratory slid open to reveal the omnipotent monstrosity at hand. As Fallout entered the dimly lit room, he exchanged a lethal glare at Dmitri Zaytsev. Whilst Zaytsev displayed no signs of fear, Fallout knew that he was intimidated and that Zaytsev had lost favour with Yeltsin since his return to the Spetsnaz. This encouraged Fallout to stroll closer to the chief operative that was responsible for his capture in order to invoke a reaction.
Fallout was correct, as Dmitri Zaytsev had already begun to resent him due to multiple factors. The animosity presented by Fallout prompted Zaytsev to create some discord.
"Not much of a super soldier are you?" Dmitri Zaytsev said with a cocky demeanour. "Getting trumped by a basement dweller at every turn must be apprehensive I guess."
Fallout did not respond positively to these accusations. In a split second, Zaytsev found his spine against the cold floor as the hands of the frenzied Fallout were secured steadfastly around his trachea, intent on constricting the life out of the unfortunate soldier. Desperate, Zaytsev spluttered to Yeltsin for help. As he darted his eyes around and attempted to break Fallout's vice grip, to his utter dismay, he found Yeltsin relishing every moment of the hapless soldier's suffering. Just as Zaytsev began to lose consciousness, Yeltsin commanded Fallout to surrender his prey. Grudgingly, Fallout adhered to Yeltsin's demand, leaving a terrified Dmitri Zaytsev gasping for oxygen on the floor.
"Leave us Dmitri!" Yeltsin barked down to the ground. "And return when you have found some common sense."
Still in awe at the events that had transpired, Dmitri Zaytsev quickly departed from the scene, swearing vengeance on Fallout as he left the room, leaving Yeltsin and his creation alone in the silence of the workshop. After sufficient dead air had passed, Fallout broke the ice.
"Victory has been attained at Apocalypse, Yeltsin." he growled cautiously. "And I demand information on the assignment you have planned for me."
"Our terms were clear, Fallout." Yeltsin replied neutrally, taking a stride backwards. "You were ordered to enter the Elimination Chamber and conquer all that opposed you. Despite a commendable victory at Apocalypse, you did not do as I asked."
"Theron Daggershield stole my rightful position!" Fallout cried out in vain. "The moronic masses fail to understand my potency!"
"Yes." Yeltsin slowly told himself. Gazing at Fallout with a analytical stare, he failed to comprehend the fact that the humans did not wish for his weapon to advance. They resented the masterful engineering required to create Fallout yet they continuously cheered for the man in cardboard, and the boy that had caused Fallout such melancholy as of late. Regardless of these setbacks, Oleg Yeltsin retained his previous stance.
"But I do not think you are fully prepared for the objective I have set for you yet." he told Fallout firmly "I have been your constructor for a long time Fallout. It is time for you to construct something for me."
"What needs doing?" Fallout replied equally as firmly, unsatisfied with his lack of information.
"I need you to be scribed into WZCW history forever, Fallout." Yeltsin addressed him carefully, beginning to stride gradually closer to the mask. "There is little I want more than to see the ultimate trooper receive consequential acknowledgement, and to not become more than a footnote in WZCW history." By this time, Yeltsin and Fallout were face to face. "I want you to become immortalized. And it begins at Ascension 73, where you destroy the insignificant Baez, and his desperate ploy to grab the spotlight. And you will carve the path to your very own Ascension and be forever known as the most dominant champion the company had known."
"And what of Daggershield?" Fallout responded.
With an evil smile, Yeltsin gave the order "The hostility amongst you and Daggershield is not my concern. You may do as you wish after he prevented you from accessing the Elimination Chamber."
"Theron Daggershield, Matt Tastic, and all that oppose me will suffer from the greatest torment." Fallout concluded, as he walked out of the workshop satisfied with his meeting. "For I am Fallout, and not only am I the supreme weapon; I am the next Elite X Champion!"
***
It was Backstage Bob that first ventured into the abandoned locker room after the calamitous assault. Cautiously wading through unknown territory, he found the area to be empty, sans for an unconscious body of a brunette crumpled on the floor. As he cried for assistance, Backstage Bob found a nearby camera lying adjacent to the injured individual and scavenged it from the ground. As the efficient WZCW medical team scattered to assist the maimed woman, Backstage Bob found a video on the camera. The standstill image depicted Fallout, and it was recorded ten minutes ago. Anxious, yet overwhelmingly curious, Backstage Bob clicked the play button.
"Theron Daggershield." Fallout purred with the purest pleasure. "Mark my words, this is warfare of the highest degree. You have taken it upon your shoulders to destroy my destiny, therefore I have decided to destroy your entire life. Like an endless inferno, I will demolish your life piece by piece until nothing remains, but the ashes of conquest. Your cohort has already felt my wrath."
The camera proceeded to zoom out, showing the unconscious Layla lying in a heap on the concrete floor. With his foot pressed auspiciously against her stomach, Fallout finalized his communication with Theron.
"And others from your cult will follow, Theron." Fallout warned. "Think about all you cannot afford to lose, because I can take it away within a blink of an eye, such as your "druid" friend here."
The camera then zoomed back to the insensitive mask of Fallout, as he addressed his other issue.
"As for you Matt Tastic, the full force of my onslaught is prepared for you." Fallout snarled with bitterness. "This is a mere fraction of what I am capable of. You will regret your words and actions over the past few months."
Fallout then chuckled quietly and heartlessly to himself as he realised the time was nigh for the slaughter to begin.
"There will be no remorse nor wane." Fallout taunted before finishing his sentence brutally.
"Only...Fallout!"
"Ahahahahahahaha........ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!"
- Matt Tastic, Apocalypse 2013
Pride. It's such a subjective thing. It basically means to be proud of your actions or your background. Just like how the American people are proud of their measly little country. Pride is very important. Because it means we can live with our actions or history with no regrets. WZCW's new Elite X Champion has that. Pride. Nobody can doubt him ever again. He defeated what many said could not be beat. To him the circumstances do not matter. Because he now holds the trophy that signifies his status as a superior wrestler. That he took it away from the cold, unfitting hands of a soulless machine.
Matt: Hahahahahaha..... I did it. I freakin' did it. I said I could. Didn't I? I truly am superior to a machine. Nothing can stand in my way now. HAHAHAHAHAHA.... I really am the best damn thing ever.
Following Apocalyse, Matt Tastic returned stateside and stayed at a hotel in Los Angeles awaiting the first of his 7 victims. The man called Fallout. Perched outside the window, above the petty little ant-like people that saunter the City Of Angels, Matt looks on at them with all the contempt and dislike he can. But despite the seeming lack of focus, Fallout is a constant on his mind. A man who seems to know way too much about pain. But what the exterior shows is a sore loser that doesn't shut up.
Matt: They can walk around all day long and make all the money they want. But in the end, they're all still petty and inferior to me. All their earnings couldn't save them from a fight with me. I am just too much for anyone to handle. Hahahahahahaha!!!
Matt is all too proud of his accomplishment. He doesn't care how he did it. He did it. Period and history can never change that. Times can change. But Matt Tastic is timeless.
Celeste Crimson. Krypto. Chris KO. Steven Kurtesy. More names pile up on the list of wrestlers gone from WZCW. New faces come in. Old faces return.
Matt: Darren Bull. From what pipe was management smoking?
* Ring Ring Ring *
Matt's cellphone rings, but Matt ignores it. Looking on at the outside scene with a smirk on his face as the answering machine plays on Speaker. The voice of the former GM of Meltdown, reduced to Ascension is heard. Big Dave. A man who's pushed Matt's buttons several times before. He never believed in Matt. But now, he's obviously wrong.
Big Dave: Matt, I know you're there. Listen, I--
The voicemail cuts off as Matt keeps on smirking. It's a bright future ahead of him as long as he keeps his Elite X title. He'll do anything. Absolutely anything to keep it.
* Ring Ring Ring *
* Ring Ring Ring *
Big Dave: Answer the phone! Matt!! Ma--
Dave gets cut off again as Matt just ignores him and smiling on. He's on top of the world once again after such a long time. Fallout won't take him down.
Dave gets cut off again as Matt just ignores him and smiling on. He's on top of the world once again after such a long time. Fallout won't take him down.
* Ring Ring Ring *
Big Dave: MATT!!
Matt: Tch. Damn him.
Matt finally grabs the phone and answers the persistent Dave's calls. He puts it on speaker again and throws it on the bed before returning to the window to look outside.
Matt: What the hell do you want?
Dave: Finally. I wanted to inform you that you'll be facing Fallout at Ascension at Columbus, Georgia.
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Matt: I'm not hiding under a rock, you idiot. I already knew who my opponent was and all 3 shows are taped the same day in the same place. So stop beating around the bush like a dumbass. I know that's not the only reason you called me, now speak up before I change my mind and toss the phone through my window.
Dave: * Sigh * I really am disappointed in you, Matt. I really thought you could do it clean once. That you didn't have to resort to such lowbrow tactics to win a title. I always thought you had the talent. But I guess I was wrong.
Dave speaks with a very low toned voice. Signally his disappointment and disapproval in Matt's course of actions. But Matt doesn't give a damn. At all. He thinks of nothing but success. He's been robbed enough times in his career.
Matt: Hahahahahahahahahaha..... Gimme a break, Davey. Don't be so bloody ignorant. You're right. I do have the talent. I also have the mentality. The killer instinct. I guess you sitting behind a desk has made you stupid. I did the same kind of things you did to guys like Hunter Kravinoff and Showtime. And guess what. After 4 long years, it made me successful. So drop the rubbish about being a good sport. It's obviously a bunch of crap. I did what I had to do to secure what I deserve. And I will continue until I get my World title shot.
Dave: You do realize you may have to face SHIT again somewhere down the road, right?
Matt: I can beat that cardboard box any day of the week. Twice on Sunday. I've proven it already. But my focus is on this idiot, Fallout. Let me get this straight, you've hired a guy who was involved in top secret military work, has been exposed to radiation, is deformed and affected psychologically?! That's somehow not as bad as a cardboard robot. Does this company draw the line at some point or do you just let the stupidity keep on rolling endlessly?
Dave: We--
Matt: Wait, that's right. You actually don't allow domestic violence. It's wrong to hit women and treat them poorly.
Dave: I--
Matt: Yeah, but it's OK to have giants come in and kidnap women right in the middle of the show. That's perfectly OK.
As Matt speaks on, he becomes more angry with his words. He walks away from the window and toward the bed. Around the area, it can be seen. The mask. The mask Matt used to loophole his way into a rematch with SHIT. Technically two different characters, but both obviously the same person. This was Matt's means to win the Elite X Championship.
Matt:Your stupid circus side show really disgusts me, Dave. But I can't make the same mistakes that dumb robot, SHIT did. My focus remains on Fallout until I sweep him under the rug he belongs under.
Matt grabs the mask and looks at it a bit. Almost like a trance. He puts it on and just like that, Matt is a totally different person in theory. But the same ruthless wrestler underneath.
Baez: Silly man. Feel bitter. That's right. Feel very bitter and insecure. No one gives a damn about your stupid crusade. At the end of the day, you're in a wrestling ring. Limited to do the things only wrestlers can do. Unlike you, I've been around the block a few times. I know the in's and out's of this profession and trust me, I see how you will fall. It might not even be because I outmatch you. Maybe you dug your own grave by stealing stuff from a nerd with a sword.
Dave: Matt, who are you talking to?
Baez may be wearing his mask, but you can feel the rage build and seep out of him. He's ready to explode and leave his anger in the ring.
Baez: SHUT UP! The name is Baez, Dave! Your Elite X Champion!! The One Big Constant of WZCW! Fallout needs to learn that it doesn't matter how much pain you can give or take. It doesn't matter how evil or good you are. Only one thing matters in the world of professional wrestling. Getting the victory. And that's what this motherfucker in a mask will do. I'll be sure to put on a great show for your carnival Dave, don't worry about that. Bye now.
Baez is ready for his match. He's intent on doing whatever he has to do. He'll even do things he doesn't have to. All in the name of getting the win. Matt needs 7 to reach his goal and nothing can stand between him and the World title shot. He grabs the phone and lost in his own bout of seeming insanity, he tosses it out the window as he begins to throw a wicked laugh.
Baez: hehehehehehe........ Looks like I got a......... Dropped....... Call.......... Hahahahah........... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!
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