"You Suck" hit and Kurt Angle made his way to the ring to a good reaction from the Italian Crowd. He didn't play up to them very much, and looked focused on the task at hand. I'm Comin' hit and MVP stepped through his signature entrance way and posed on the stage before heading to the ring. He looked cocky and his demeanor was completely different to that of Kurt Angle. MVP was in everyone's face, whereas Kurt seemed quietly focused. The bell rang and the match began. Kurt didn't seem to have missed a trick in terms of mat-wrestling skills, and he managed to keep MVP down for a good portion of the match up. But MVP continued to fight back, seemingly because he was far too cocky to go down without a fight. He gave Kurt Angle the best he had, and Kurt brought his A-Game to the match. Kurt got the advantage though, and once he took MVP down and locked in the ankle lock, the match was over. MVP tried to make it to the ropes, but couldn't make it. He had no choice but to tap. Kurt stood up and the referee raised his hand in victory.
Winner: Kurt Angle
Reason: Better Roleplay.
SEGMENT
The Crowd sat in silence as a generic rock riff filled the arena. The camera scanned the crowd and The Hurricane was spotted in the crowd. He stood with his hands on his hips glaring at the enterance ramp. The screen flickered. And then a message appeared.
The Hurricane shook his head almost as if to say that it figured Wes would stand him up. He looked up to the rafters and shook his head once more. He pointed, and mouthed 'you were right'. The camera followed his gaze to the high perch. Sting came into view, as Aggression went to commercial.
Match #2
"The only" by Static X hit and Nattie Neidhart made her way to the ring. The fans cheered her as she paced back and forth, awaiting the arrival of her opponent, Allison Wonderland. Allison's music hit, and she stepped out onto the stage. She wasn't as well known as Nattie but the fans still cheered her politely. She slid into the ring and Nattie hit her with a dropkick before the bell even rang. The bell did ring just as Nattie was dragging Allison back to her feet. Allison pushed Nattie back and hit her with a spinning kick. The fans cheered as the two girls continued the battle. As per usual with the EBWF girls, they put on a great match and the fans cheered for both of them. Allison went for a clothesline but Nattie ducked, and Allison rebounded off the ropes. Nattie grabbed Allison by the legs and launched her into the air, whilst falling backwards herself, bringing Allison's face down into the canvas. The crowd "ooohed" as Allison hit the mat with a splat. Nattie got back to her feet, and waited for Allison Wonderland to slowly rise. When she did, Neidhart hit her with the Nattie by Nature and went for the cover...1...2...3!
Winner: Nattie Neidhart
Reason: No Allison Wonderland RP.
Match #3
William Regal and Val Venis locked up and the match began. William Regal got the upper hand, forcing Venis into a side headlock. Venis managed to fight out of it, and elbowed Regal in the ribs. He hit a DDT but it was a little early to go for a cover, and Regal was back up quickly. Val knocked him right back down with a clothesline. Venis had the upper-hand for the majority of the contest, and when he finally hit The Money Shot, and covered Regal for the 3 count, it seemed to just be affirming what had been a foregone conclusion. Venis smirked and thrusted his hips whilst gesturing to his waist... He was coming for Lacey's No Limits title.
Winner: Val Venis
Reason: No William Regal roleplay.
SEGMENT
The scene opened with the Hart Foundation, including Nattie Neidhart, already standing in the ring. "Break It Down" hit and all three members of D-Generation X stepped through the curtain to a mixed reaction. The three of them slid into the ring and Grisham, who was conducting the event began to speak.
Todd Grisham: Alright, the contract I have in my hand states that DX will defend the tag team titles against the Hart Foundation. It's iron clad, so once your signatures are on this document, there's no backing out guys. Bret, Teddy...you guys are the challengers, so I'll let you go first.
Grisham slid the contract across the table towards Bret, who was closer. Bret locked eyes with HBK and if looks could kill, they'd both have been slowly dying. Bret used the pen attached to the clipboard to sign the contract, before sliding it across to Teddy. Teddy clicked each of his knuckles rather annoyingly before signing the contract. The fans cheered.
Todd Grisham: Alright...the Hart foundation have signed. DX... it's your turn.
Triple H reached across the table and grabbed the contract. He shrugged and signed it pretty casually, then he handed it over to Shawn. Shawn didn't smile, or smirk, or look at all amused. He signed, then grabbed Grisham's mic.
Shawn Michaels: There...the tag titles will be on the line at Fallout, everyone's happy...right?
He paused.
Shawn Michaels: Wrong. I'm not happy. And there's one man and one man only who's responsible for my current state of discontent. Lance...Storm.
The crowd booed.
Shawn Michaels: Lance... you walk your happy backside out here with my world title, cause I've got something to say to you.
Shawn stared towards the stage, and after a few moments, The Girls by Calvin Harris hit and Storm stepped out onto the stage, EBWF World title draped over his shoulder and microphone in hand.
Lance Storm: Most people send fan mail if they have something to say to me. Not that I read it... it goes straight into the trash. What do you have for my suggestion box, Shawn?
Shawn Michaels: I'm not gonna make a suggestion...I'm gonna make a demand. You and me...for that world title. Any time, any place. I don't care if it's tonight, I don't care if it's next week, I don't care if it's at Fallout five seconds after I'm done beating these knuckle heads in a tag team match. I want my shot...I want my rematch.
Lance: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn...there must be some mistake. See, you don't have a rematch clause in your contract. Your butt-buddy Wes Ikeda must have forgotten to include one... I don't owe you a thing.
The fans booed even more loudly and Shawn looked irate. But before he could reply, Lance continued.
Lance Storm: I'll tell you what though...you can do exactly what I had to do, and earn your way to the top. Warfare...you face an opponent of my choosing. If you win, you get your shot. If you lose, you never get near this belt for as long as I'm holding it.
Shawn Michaels: That won't be long, pal! I accept. And when I win...I'm bringing my fight to you, and bringing my title home.
Lance Storm: Sure, Shawn...whatever you say.
Lance rolled his eyes, and left the stage leaving Shawn Michaels looking annoyed, but determined in the middle of the ring.
Match #4
"Shine" by HEMME hit and Christy Hemme made her way to the ring. She seemed excited as she slid under the bottom rope and posed on the turnbuckles before walking to the center of the ring and waiting for Miss Jones. The camera focused on the entrance way for a moment, but nobody walked out. Christy looked confused, and asked the referee a question, the referee shrugged, indicating that he didn't know what was taking Miss Jones so long. Suddenly the titan tron flickered to life and showed CM Punk, Lacey, Tyler Black, and Jimmy Jacobs standing in front of a plain black backdrop.
Lacey: You're probably wondering where Miss Jones is. Age of the Fall don't care about you or your match, Christy...we're interested in one person: Ron Killings. Ron, we have your girl, and she won't be making her way to the ring tonight. You're learning a hard lesson, my friend... it doesn't pay to go against us. We'll be in touch.
The screen flickered to black, and Christy and the referee both looked shocked, as did the fans. The referee indicated that Christy had won by forfeit, and she left the ring somewhat disappointed.
Winner: Christy
Reason: No Miss Jones RP, plus Jon and Phillip wanted to run this storyline.
Match #5
Lance Storm v JBL was cancelled because JBL didn't make it to Italy, and Storm left the building.
Winner: Nobody.
Reason: No RPs - Jay's laptop broke.
Bonus Match
The fans in attendance knew what was coming and they were excited as ever. The show may have been off the air but it was far from over. "Sexy Boy" hit and the fans cheered as he stepped onto the stage. He gave them a scolding look and continued with his entrance. He didn't smile once. Shawn paced up and down in the ring, ripped off his DX shirt and impatiently threw it onto the floor. The arena went black if only for a moment as green laser lights danced around the arena. 'Almost Over' by Limp Bizkit hit and the fans cheered at the nostalgic music. The anticipation began to build around the delayed entrance as the curtain swung open and Wes Ikeda walked out onto the stage. He stood with his arms to his side wearing faded dark blue jeans and a silver studded belt buckle with a special edition variation on his current promotional t-shirt, this one read 'Italian Mother Fuckers Don't Play'. He looked down into the ring and eyed Shawn Michaels, before taking a few steps down the ramp.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, from Detroit, Michigan - he is the Rebel Without a Cause, Wes Ikeda!
He was in the ring and jumped up on the turnbuckle, he taunted the crowd for a minute before jumping down, and removing his tshirt, throwing it into the crowd. Still sporting a black wife beater he took a mic from Lillian.
Wes Ikeda: You uh... don't look all too happy about this Shawn.
Shawn called for another mic, and spoke into it.
Shawn Michaels: You should see me when I'm really unhappy.
Wes Ikeda: So ummm, I guess the question here cowboy is how you're liking Italy? The crowd gave the mandatory pop.
Shawn Michaels: That's the question... really? Well, to be honest...I hardly see what all the fuss is about.
Wes Ikeda: Oh, I guess you haven't heard... you know, these are kind of my peeps. Or... la mia gente, la mia famiglia.
Wes Ikeda: Sorry buddy. There's only one of us with a hole large enough to put all my money in it... and Triple H isn't anywhere arount to prime that up for ya...
Shawn Michaels: I'm sorry, are you implying something? That's MY gimmick, bitch! Wrestle me already.
Wes didn't drop the mic, he just punched Shawn with it still in his hand before dropping it, and going back at him with convincing right hands. The mic dropped to the ground and the referee kicked it aside. Shawn was caught a little off-guard but he recovered, and got in a few shots of his own. Wes sold the hits, and then got Shawn with a swift kick to the gut setting him up for a DDT, but Shawn elbowed his way out of it. Wes took him down to the ground and put him in a leg luck, playing on his knee. Shawn winced in pain and frantically grabbed at the ropes. He wrapped a hand around them and the referee broke the hold. Shawn shook his head at Wes, as if implying that he should have known better. Wes gave him a few more right jabs, just to be a pain in the ass. He grabbed Shawn by the wrist and threw him to the ropes, and tried a clothesline on the bounce back, Shawn ducked out of the way. Shawn ran into the ropes, puposely increasing his own speed. He rebounded back and leapt off his feet, taking Wes down with a flying forearm, followed by a nip-up. He yelled something down at Wes and the crowd booed. He snapped his head towards them and yelled "shut up!" Wes sat up 'Kane style' and grinned like an idiot obviously no selling. Shawn turned back around, frowned and hit Wes with a dropkick. He stood up and yelled something to the effect of "stop screwing around!" Wes held his head and grabbed the second rope, pulling himself up. Shawn started to walk toward Wes, and Wes lifted his leg for a super kick but Shawn ducked. He grabbed Wes by the arm and spun him back around, but only so he could slap him in the face. Wes naturally spat on him, and then his eyes went blank as if he couldn't believe what he just did. He stood still, welcoming a punch. Shawn wiped the spit off himself before mumbling something inaudible, most likely a curse word, then knocking Wes senseless with a stiff punch. Wes hit the mat, and understandably so rolled out of the ring. He walked over to the security railing to breathe for a moment, but Shawn came after him, throwing him face first into the railing. Wes elbowed him to the midsection, getting the bad end of the fight. Shawn momentarily favored his ribs and that was all the opening Wes needed to punch Shawn into the face, grab him by the scruff off his neck and roughly throw him into the ringpost. Shawn connected with a crack, and when he slumped down onto the concrete there was blood dripping down his face. Wes picked Shawn up by the hair and threw him into the ring steps. The cut on Shawn's head was relatively small, mostly because it was genuine - Shawn hadn't bladed. But the force of hitting the ringsteps widened it. Wes picked him up by the hair again and threw him into the ropes. Wes climbed the steps, and then the turnbuckle. He was considering the leg drop, and went for it. The move connected, and Wes went for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Wes said 'bitch' loud enough for the camera mic to pick it up, and he moved to his feet in an attempt to kick Shawn down. Shawn fell back to the canvas and Wes covered him again. 1...2...kickout. Wes pulled Shawn up by his hair for the third time, and while he was doubled over Shawn started throwing fists into Wes' gut. Shawn stood up straight and hit a sidewalk slam on Wes, going for the cover. 1....2... kickout.
Shawn slapped the canvas in frustration and stood up. Wes was still down so Shawn quickly ascended to the top rope. He launched himself into the air, going for the flying elbow drop.
But Wes moved out of the way as the Italian crowd jumped to its feet. Shawn fell to the mat, and Wes crouched in a far corner waiting for Shawn to get up. He grabbed the bottom rope and pulled himself up, he turned around, walking into Wes' set up move. The crowd cheered as Wes shouted 'È tempo di andare' or, 'It's Time to Go!' for those of you playing along at home. Wes hit the sit out full nelson, and felt the energy of the crowd as he taunted them for a second but immediately turned to pull Shawn by his shoulders. He propped him up in the corner and immediately hustled to the opposite corner. Opting not to use a weapon he climbed the turnbuckle. The crowd was deafening as Wes reached for the hem of his shirt and tore it up over his head, discarding it at ring side before looking out into the crowd. He pointed to the part of the arena nearest him, and then down to an unknown person in the front row, before pausing to look at his opponent. It wasn't typical of the way the Coast to Coast was usually hyped, but Wes looked around the arena once more and then back at Shawn, crossed himself, and then leaped from his perch connecting the Coast to Coast. The crowd was electric as Wes rolled away from Shawn's body, and sold his widely known bad knee. Shawn was unconscious, and Wes grabbed him by the ankle, pulling him out of the ropes. Shawn looked like a rag doll as Wes rolled over him, hooking the leg. The ref dropped to the canvas...1...2...3!
The crowd was on its feet as Wes struggled to his feet. He climbed the turnbuckle in celebration and clutched his ribs on the way back down, rolling to the floor, and leaving Shawn in the ring as he started up the ramp and out of site.