MD96: Saboteur vs. Fallout
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BATTERY:
3 days had passed since Fallout's triumph over Corvus. The victory had briefly rejuvenated Fallout's morale, as he used this time to reflect and relish the damage he had created. Corvus had been shown the true meaning of justice at Fallout's hands.
But time continued to flow as Fallout's satisfaction began to dwindle at an alarming rate inside his bleak asylum cell. He began to ponder to himself about the fact that humanity still refused to accept his message, and that they still refused to accept Fallout as their salvation. These thoughts piled on top of each other to build anger inside of Fallout, and a relentless yearning for destruction of anyone who crossed his path.
Fallout then picked himself up from the floor and began to walk back and forth inside his cell, creating a contingency plan. Whilst Fallout's demented logic was at work, unbeknownst to himself, he began to read his thought process out aloud in loud, concerned rasps.
"More action is required to educate the humans!" he hissed, stomping ferociously and rapidly on the hardened tiles. "Despite my dominance, they fail to respect me!" he then bellowed before throwing his fist at his steel cell door, denting it severely. Fallout then let out a roar of disdain as his despair rose to new levels.
It was at this point that a maniacal chuckle from an adjacent cell silenced Fallout. This was utter blasphemy to his cause, and such blasphemy would need to be silenced permanently.
Enraged, Fallout threw himself against the crumbling wall with such a sheer force that the entire wall burst, uniting the 2 asylum cells. Fallout did not take his time to savour the fear and surprise on the inmates face. He began his onslaught immediately, applying the Cold Fusion to his throat with unrelenting force. The inmate howled in terror, frightened and confused as to what was going on as Fallout mercilessly continued to apply the hold.
And that would have been the end of the inmate had it not been for the intervention of the omnipresent Warden Parker. Instantly, he and the 2 other guards accompanying him heard the cacophony and rushed to the scene. It was a gruesome sight to behold. Blood gushing from the wailing inmates mouth, as the 2 guards wrestled Fallout’s neck down with all their strength before injecting a tranquilizer in his throbbing blue vein, all the while with Parker screaming “We need a fucking medic now!” and attempting to aid the severely injured inmate, who clearly was having respiratory issues. Fallout was able to admire his work for a brief moment time before succumbing to the drug. Those who mocked him would be punished severely.
***
"Fallout's been moved to a maximum security cell." Parker said gravely to his deputy Cedric Blake, a middle aged veteran of asylum duty, joining Parker in a smoking session. Blake merely nodded. Blake knew Parker very well from his long tenure of work with him. He was always cautious as to not annoy or aggrevate Parker.
"And that damn Vance Bateman called from WZCW" Parker continued, taking a long drag on his cigarette before blowing and resuming. "Told me Fallout's against Saboteur on Meltdown next week."
This startled Blake.
"You've got to be kidding me." he gasped in horror. "I...Saboteur's my 6 year old son's favourite wrestler! He's got all the Saxoteur merchandise! Fallout's a rabid pitbull, he'll tear him apart in front of my son's eyes!"
Parker had no time to feel remorse.
"If anything, Saboteur's the hardest challenge Fallout has had to face yet." he said, his courage slightly restored. "I know Fallout has yet to have been pinned or submitted, but he's damn well stoppable, just look at those battle royales for example."
"Well...yes, I'm not denying that." Blake retorted. "But mark my words, if he's only got a couple of targets to focus on, he's going to be hellbent on destroying those few targets. And with just one..." Blake began to fidget with his lighter. "I'm not sure Saboteur can handle it."
"Listen to you!" Parker spat out, disgusted. "No faith in your son's favourite wrestler. Saboteur only narrowly lost to the world champion last week, so Fallout should be a walk in the park." Parker grunted and unlit his cigarette, before rising from his chair slowly and placing both hands flat on the table. "Anyway" he said after what seemed like an eternity. "Vance Bateman specifically requested that he wanted to see Fallout today. No security or anything."
"Are you going to listen to him?" Blake queried.
Parker scoffed before posing the rhetorical question "What do you think?"
***
It was just as Fallout was gaining consciousness in his new, compact cell that he saw a short, elderly figure enter the room, in escort with 2 guards. After identifying the man as Vance Bateman, Fallout shuffled towards him, whilst demanding "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to you about your next match." he replied carefully. Vance wanted to make a good impression with Fallout after hearing stories from Chuck Myles. He needed Fallout on his side, even it meant having to tolerate his insanity. He carefully entered the room and sat down on the floor with Fallout. "Nice place, isn't it?" he said sarcastically.
"The only place that I consider pleasant is the wrestling ring." Fallout replied callously, gauging for Vance's reaction. To his surprise, Vance was estatic.
"Exactly!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "And that's why I like you. You're ruthless. You have a killer instinct. And you'll do an excellent job on Meltdown next week."
"A human that realises my true strength." Fallout said calmly. "Wise...for a human of course."
"You're facing Saboteur." Bateman continued hastily, before stopping dead in his tracks. "To be honest...I despise Saboteur. And there's a reason he's facing you on Meltdown."
"Why?" Fallout asked.
"This is the beginning of a new generation in WZCW history." Bateman said with pride. "New superstars joining the roster, old superstars leaving the roster, titles being changed, titles being removed, new authority etcetera etcetera. And Saboteur fails to realise that without Saxton, that he's nothing more than a clown. A fool. He fails to realise that his days are numbered here. Unlike yours."
"He has an attachment with the humans." Fallout declared. "With him disposed of, the humans will see how worthless he is, and how I am their salvation."
"Yes." Bateman replied professionally. It was at this time that Vance Bateman drew a Saboteur action figure from his pocket and handed it to Fallout.
"I have an important meeting in the morning, so I'm afraid I can't stay long. Just let it be know that I'm putting a lot of confidence in you. In the mean time, why don't you use that toy as target practice?"
Fallout promptly grabbed the limbs of the toy and in a single swift movement pulled the arms and legs off with ease. He then tore the head off and hurled the torso across his cell. Vance Bateman grinned, before leaving the cell, muttering to himself "You've got hell to pay, Saboteur.".
Mommy, Im scared.
A boy clutches his mothers side as the two sit on the floor, huddled under a desk.
Mother: Shhh baby, itll be okay. Just be quiet and everything will be okay.
The mothers voice trembles as she whispers, and even at his young age, the boy can tell that his mother is lying. His lip starts to quiver and his eyes well up with tears.
Mother: No baby, itll be okay! Dont cry!
But its no use. The levy breaks and the tears flow down the childs face.
Do I hear a little boy in need of my special treatment?!
A disturbing voice rings out from across the room. The boy starts to cry harder and the mother starts to make moves. She attempts to crawl out from under the desk with her boy, but its too late. The mother can do nothing but watch as five long, pointy fingers clutch the bottom of the desk and another hand grabs the boy by the shirt collar.
Now now little boy, why are you crying? You dont need to cry.
The boy is whaling and screaming, violently thrashing to try to escape the villains grasp, but his resistance is futile: the fiend will soon strike, and both he and his mother know it.
Why cry when you can laugh? And I have just the trick to do it!
Mother: Please, not my baby! Take me instead!
Quiet bitch! I do what I please, and what I please is TICKLING!
Mother: NOOOO!
The childs screams turn to painful laughs as he is pinned to the desk and tickled by the long nails of the villain.
Boy: Stop! Please! Im going to pee!
But the boys pleas fall upon deaf ears.
No can do my dear boy, for you know what they say: The Tickler never stops tickling until the children start tinkling!
It as that point a door swings wide open, and a spandex clad Tom Cruise (circa 1996) enters the room, with one of his two katanas pointed directly at The Tickler.
Saboteur: That doesnt even rhyme, Tickler. You should day, The Tickler never stops tickling until the children start trickling.
Tickler: Oh shut up! I dont tell you how to do your job!
Saboteur: Thats because I dont need your advice. You see, Ive already defeated you!
Tickler: Well thats not true, Im still tickling this child, see?
The Tickler points to the desk, but it is no empty. He looks back at Saboteur to see him holding the child whom is now happily licking a lollipop.
Tickler: What?! How did you do that?
Saboteur: Ill never tell!
Tickler: Oh, but I can make you tell
Saboteur drops the child on the floor and grabs his katanas.
Saboteur: Bring it
Saboteur and The Tickler charge into battle with each other. Saboteur swings both of his katanas, but The Tickler dodges them both and sweeps Saboteurs feet. He pounces on Saboteurs chest and sticks his hands into the heros armpits.
Tickler: Now I have you! Now you will tell me all your secrets! How did that child get away? Whats your secret identity? How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?!
Saboteur: Bad news Tickler Im not ticklish.
Saboteur headbutts The Tickler and sends the villain flying backwards. Saboteur hops to his feet and jumps into the air, planting a flying thrust kick into The Ticklers jaw. The Tickler slams into a wall, and Saboteur uses this position to hit The Tickler in the face with a vicious elbow. The Tickler slinks down the wall until he falls forward to his knees. With what little energy he has left, The Tickler clasps his long, wiry fingers together and begs.
Tickler: Please Saboteur, let me go. Ill be a good boy!
Saboteur: Tickler your tickling days are over.
Saboteur crosses his katanas and snaps his wrists, cutting off The Ticklers hands in the process.
Tickler: NO! NOT MY TICKLERS!
The Tickler picks up his ticklers with his handstwo tiny, chubby excuses for hands anywayand weeps.
Saboteur: The cops should be here any minute, and where youre going youre going to be the one that gets tickled.
Saboteur turns to the reunited mother and son.
Saboteur: Youre safe now maam. The Tickler wont harm you or your boy again.
Mother: Oh thank you Saboteur! Youre the greatest hero New Jersey could ever ask for!
Saboteur: Its just my job maam. Now if you excuse me, I have more crime to fight, fast cars to drive, and beautiful ladies to make love to.
Saboteur resheaths his katanas and runs to the nearest window. He pulls a grappling gun out of his belt and fires at a nearby building before jumping out the window.
Garrett brings a bottle of root beer to Saboteur whom is sitting at a long, empty bar in Saboteur Tower.
Garrett: I dont get it, what does that have to do with your problems in WZCW?
Saboteur pops the cap off of the bottle and takes a swig before wiping his mouth dry.
Saboteur: Because Garrett, just like when I was fighting The Tickler: Im not laughing!
SABOTEUR VOL. 13 EP. 2: Leego my Ego!
Garrett: And why are we at this bar? I didnt even know we had a bar.
Saboteur: Because this is the perfect place to come and have a scene where I complain about my job. Look at it: its empty, dimly lit, and it smells vaguely like dry whiskey and crushed dreams.
Garrett: Actually, I think thats Kryptos litterbox. I guess we forgot to empty it after he moved out.
Saboteur: Hey, can I start getting drunk and complaining about my boss or are you just gonna keep yapping about alien poop?
Garrett: Sorry, go on.
Saboteur: I told Vance Bateman that the fans love Saboteur! I told him it would be me, and the fans proved me right! And what do I get for it? A match with some guy Ive never heard of!
Garrett: So youre mad because you feel like you got demoted?
Saboteur: I went from fighting the biggest name in WZCW to fighting a rookie! I belong in the main event, not curtain jerking!
Garrett: Saboteur, this doesnt sound like you it sounds like Vance Bateman is getting under your skin.
Saboteur: I wouldnt let that jerk under my spandex, much less my skin.
Garrett: You know what I mean. Youre so concerned with proving to Bateman that youre a huge asset to WZCW that youre getting an inflate opinion of yourself.
Saboteur: Thats preposterous. Just because I think Im the greatest thing to happen in the history of WZCW doesnt mean I think too highly of myself.
Garrett: Oh yeah? Then why are you sitting here and drinking root beer instead of preparing for your opponent?
Saboteur: I am prepared for my opponent! Sure, I lost to Barbosa last week, but give me anybody else in WZCW and I can beat em! I can beat em with my eyes closed! I can beat em with one hand tied behind my back! I can
As Saboteur continues his tirade Garrett pulls out his phone and starts hitting some buttons.
Saboteur: I can beat em with a lobster taped to my forehead! I can
Garrett: This is a picture of your opponent.
Garrett turns his phone towards Saboteur and shows him a picture of the mighty Fallout hitting his signature Reactor Four on Anthony Corvus. Saboteur drops his root beer and the bottle crashes against the floor.
Garrett: Thats what I thought.
Saboteur: Thats Fallout? I thought he was that skinny guy in the striped shirt!
Garrett: No, thats the referee. Fallout is an insane person that is going to try to make your eyes pop out of your head if youre not prepared.
Saboteur lets out an audible gulp.
Garrett: Hes as sadistic as he is ugly, and as you can see, hes pretty damn ugly. He has no compassion for life, and hed kill you as soon as hed pin you.
Saboteur: Alright, I get it! The guy is a monster; the embodiment of hell; a living nightmare!
Garrett: Exactly.
Saboteur sighs and rubs his head.
Saboteur: I see why Im in a match with Fallout now, and its not because Bateman is trying to bury me in a match nobody cares about: he put me in this match because hes one step ahead of me. He knew that Id get a big ego after winning the vote to face Barbosa and proving him wrong, and he knew that Id wind up overlooking Fallout and go into the match blind, not realizing what a huge thread Fallout really is.
Garrett: And I can guarantee you that Fallout is going to be gunning for you hard. Youre the biggest name hes faced yet, and while he may be crazy, hes not stupid. Youre a roadblock to him, and if he beats you then thats going to make him look great, and its going to make you look weak.
Saboteur: Wow Bateman is a ruthless son of a gun. He knew he could distract me by inflating my ego, and then he knew that this distraction would cost me my match with Fallout. Hes a genius. An evil flippin genius!
Garrett: So what are you going to do about it?
Saboteur: Well for one thing, I am not going to take that thing you showed me lightly. The last thing we need is a psychopath like that running rampant through the WZCW roster, and Im certainly not going to be remembered as the guy that Fallout beat to start his rampage.
Theres no place in this business to let your ego get the better of you. Its what led to the downfall of so many of this companys greatest names, and if Bateman thinks Im going to be another name he can add to that list, hes mistaken. Im going to treat Fallout, that psychotic, Raggedy Ann Doll of a man, like I treat all of my opponents. Whether Im wrestling Barbosa or Theron Daggershield: I go into the ring to win. Not to prove anything to anybody: to win.
Garrett: Good!
Saboteur: And then after I win, Ill rub it in Vance Batemans big, fat, wrinkly face!
Garrett: I guess thats okay too.
A boy clutches his mothers side as the two sit on the floor, huddled under a desk.
Mother: Shhh baby, itll be okay. Just be quiet and everything will be okay.
The mothers voice trembles as she whispers, and even at his young age, the boy can tell that his mother is lying. His lip starts to quiver and his eyes well up with tears.
Mother: No baby, itll be okay! Dont cry!
But its no use. The levy breaks and the tears flow down the childs face.
Do I hear a little boy in need of my special treatment?!
A disturbing voice rings out from across the room. The boy starts to cry harder and the mother starts to make moves. She attempts to crawl out from under the desk with her boy, but its too late. The mother can do nothing but watch as five long, pointy fingers clutch the bottom of the desk and another hand grabs the boy by the shirt collar.
Now now little boy, why are you crying? You dont need to cry.
The boy is whaling and screaming, violently thrashing to try to escape the villains grasp, but his resistance is futile: the fiend will soon strike, and both he and his mother know it.
Why cry when you can laugh? And I have just the trick to do it!
Mother: Please, not my baby! Take me instead!
Quiet bitch! I do what I please, and what I please is TICKLING!
Mother: NOOOO!
The childs screams turn to painful laughs as he is pinned to the desk and tickled by the long nails of the villain.
Boy: Stop! Please! Im going to pee!
But the boys pleas fall upon deaf ears.
No can do my dear boy, for you know what they say: The Tickler never stops tickling until the children start tinkling!
It as that point a door swings wide open, and a spandex clad Tom Cruise (circa 1996) enters the room, with one of his two katanas pointed directly at The Tickler.
Saboteur: That doesnt even rhyme, Tickler. You should day, The Tickler never stops tickling until the children start trickling.
Tickler: Oh shut up! I dont tell you how to do your job!
Saboteur: Thats because I dont need your advice. You see, Ive already defeated you!
Tickler: Well thats not true, Im still tickling this child, see?
The Tickler points to the desk, but it is no empty. He looks back at Saboteur to see him holding the child whom is now happily licking a lollipop.
Tickler: What?! How did you do that?
Saboteur: Ill never tell!
Tickler: Oh, but I can make you tell
Saboteur drops the child on the floor and grabs his katanas.
Saboteur: Bring it
Saboteur and The Tickler charge into battle with each other. Saboteur swings both of his katanas, but The Tickler dodges them both and sweeps Saboteurs feet. He pounces on Saboteurs chest and sticks his hands into the heros armpits.
Tickler: Now I have you! Now you will tell me all your secrets! How did that child get away? Whats your secret identity? How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?!
Saboteur: Bad news Tickler Im not ticklish.
Saboteur headbutts The Tickler and sends the villain flying backwards. Saboteur hops to his feet and jumps into the air, planting a flying thrust kick into The Ticklers jaw. The Tickler slams into a wall, and Saboteur uses this position to hit The Tickler in the face with a vicious elbow. The Tickler slinks down the wall until he falls forward to his knees. With what little energy he has left, The Tickler clasps his long, wiry fingers together and begs.
Tickler: Please Saboteur, let me go. Ill be a good boy!
Saboteur: Tickler your tickling days are over.
Saboteur crosses his katanas and snaps his wrists, cutting off The Ticklers hands in the process.
Tickler: NO! NOT MY TICKLERS!
The Tickler picks up his ticklers with his handstwo tiny, chubby excuses for hands anywayand weeps.
Saboteur: The cops should be here any minute, and where youre going youre going to be the one that gets tickled.
Saboteur turns to the reunited mother and son.
Saboteur: Youre safe now maam. The Tickler wont harm you or your boy again.
Mother: Oh thank you Saboteur! Youre the greatest hero New Jersey could ever ask for!
Saboteur: Its just my job maam. Now if you excuse me, I have more crime to fight, fast cars to drive, and beautiful ladies to make love to.
Saboteur resheaths his katanas and runs to the nearest window. He pulls a grappling gun out of his belt and fires at a nearby building before jumping out the window.
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Garrett brings a bottle of root beer to Saboteur whom is sitting at a long, empty bar in Saboteur Tower.
Garrett: I dont get it, what does that have to do with your problems in WZCW?
Saboteur pops the cap off of the bottle and takes a swig before wiping his mouth dry.
Saboteur: Because Garrett, just like when I was fighting The Tickler: Im not laughing!
SABOTEUR VOL. 13 EP. 2: Leego my Ego!
Garrett: And why are we at this bar? I didnt even know we had a bar.
Saboteur: Because this is the perfect place to come and have a scene where I complain about my job. Look at it: its empty, dimly lit, and it smells vaguely like dry whiskey and crushed dreams.
Garrett: Actually, I think thats Kryptos litterbox. I guess we forgot to empty it after he moved out.
Saboteur: Hey, can I start getting drunk and complaining about my boss or are you just gonna keep yapping about alien poop?
Garrett: Sorry, go on.
Saboteur: I told Vance Bateman that the fans love Saboteur! I told him it would be me, and the fans proved me right! And what do I get for it? A match with some guy Ive never heard of!
Garrett: So youre mad because you feel like you got demoted?
Saboteur: I went from fighting the biggest name in WZCW to fighting a rookie! I belong in the main event, not curtain jerking!
Garrett: Saboteur, this doesnt sound like you it sounds like Vance Bateman is getting under your skin.
Saboteur: I wouldnt let that jerk under my spandex, much less my skin.
Garrett: You know what I mean. Youre so concerned with proving to Bateman that youre a huge asset to WZCW that youre getting an inflate opinion of yourself.
Saboteur: Thats preposterous. Just because I think Im the greatest thing to happen in the history of WZCW doesnt mean I think too highly of myself.
Garrett: Oh yeah? Then why are you sitting here and drinking root beer instead of preparing for your opponent?
Saboteur: I am prepared for my opponent! Sure, I lost to Barbosa last week, but give me anybody else in WZCW and I can beat em! I can beat em with my eyes closed! I can beat em with one hand tied behind my back! I can
As Saboteur continues his tirade Garrett pulls out his phone and starts hitting some buttons.
Saboteur: I can beat em with a lobster taped to my forehead! I can
Garrett: This is a picture of your opponent.
Garrett turns his phone towards Saboteur and shows him a picture of the mighty Fallout hitting his signature Reactor Four on Anthony Corvus. Saboteur drops his root beer and the bottle crashes against the floor.
Garrett: Thats what I thought.
Saboteur: Thats Fallout? I thought he was that skinny guy in the striped shirt!
Garrett: No, thats the referee. Fallout is an insane person that is going to try to make your eyes pop out of your head if youre not prepared.
Saboteur lets out an audible gulp.
Garrett: Hes as sadistic as he is ugly, and as you can see, hes pretty damn ugly. He has no compassion for life, and hed kill you as soon as hed pin you.
Saboteur: Alright, I get it! The guy is a monster; the embodiment of hell; a living nightmare!
Garrett: Exactly.
Saboteur sighs and rubs his head.
Saboteur: I see why Im in a match with Fallout now, and its not because Bateman is trying to bury me in a match nobody cares about: he put me in this match because hes one step ahead of me. He knew that Id get a big ego after winning the vote to face Barbosa and proving him wrong, and he knew that Id wind up overlooking Fallout and go into the match blind, not realizing what a huge thread Fallout really is.
Garrett: And I can guarantee you that Fallout is going to be gunning for you hard. Youre the biggest name hes faced yet, and while he may be crazy, hes not stupid. Youre a roadblock to him, and if he beats you then thats going to make him look great, and its going to make you look weak.
Saboteur: Wow Bateman is a ruthless son of a gun. He knew he could distract me by inflating my ego, and then he knew that this distraction would cost me my match with Fallout. Hes a genius. An evil flippin genius!
Garrett: So what are you going to do about it?
Saboteur: Well for one thing, I am not going to take that thing you showed me lightly. The last thing we need is a psychopath like that running rampant through the WZCW roster, and Im certainly not going to be remembered as the guy that Fallout beat to start his rampage.
Theres no place in this business to let your ego get the better of you. Its what led to the downfall of so many of this companys greatest names, and if Bateman thinks Im going to be another name he can add to that list, hes mistaken. Im going to treat Fallout, that psychotic, Raggedy Ann Doll of a man, like I treat all of my opponents. Whether Im wrestling Barbosa or Theron Daggershield: I go into the ring to win. Not to prove anything to anybody: to win.
Garrett: Good!
Saboteur: And then after I win, Ill rub it in Vance Batemans big, fat, wrinkly face!
Garrett: I guess thats okay too.
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