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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jul 31, 2006 17:37:33 GMT -5
Segment: From the Desk of the Righteous (Credit:Rourke)
The camera is in the backstage area. It sees several wrestlers milling about outside as it goes down a hallway. The camera turns a corner and stops at a door. There is a small wooden plaque on a door that reads "Jim Rourke". The camera goes in as the door opens, and the audience is greeted by a blinding white light. Looking inside, the room has been painted floor to ceiling in white paint, creating a semi-void. The camera pans across the area and lies on the two things that are not blinding white. a handsome oak desk and the locker room's owner. Jim Rourke, clad in a dark green suit, with a silver Crucifix standing out on his upper chest. He begins to speak, and his voice echoes slightly.
Rourke: I have had to address a few of my critics on my absence from the wrestling ring as of late. that can be chalked up to a combination of pulled muscles and exhaustion. Even so, the fact remains that Fallout’s Saving Grace is back. Sinners and Blasphemers beware. I am a Three Hundred, Thirty pound Behemoth with God on speed-dial, and you never know where I set my sight this time. I have been contracted to ACW, but for the time being, I will stay on Fallout. I was asked why, and I will say to you what I told Gingerdude.
ACW is fraught with trouble, with sinners, liars, cheaters, drunks, druggies and evil men, but the time is not yet right for me to make my appearance. Fallout is not clean yet, for the roster has not seen its Saving Grace. I will cleanse Fallout of those unworthy of sharing the ring with those who have seen the light, those Sinners who bask in their own glow of hellfire, and those false prophets claiming to be the “Savior” of Fallout. I do not make myself out to be a prophet like some, merely spreading my message. if you disagree with me, that’s fine. i do not make it a point to push the message I carry unless it needs to be pushed. and now for my thought of the day.
Rourke: “Be not a False Messiah nor a True Sinner. Neither know the damage they do to themselves and to others before it is too late.”
The camera fades to the ring as the next match is set to air.
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Jul 31, 2006 17:38:05 GMT -5
Match #6: Forces of Greatness(??/??) vs. D-Train(D-Man Daunte Thomas/Freight Train McMichaelson): Fallout Openweight Tag Titles (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, it is clear by the hush around the ring that a big match is about to take place. The fans are unusually quiet, with a low murmur being the only audible noise before the announcers speak.
R.J. Fisher: Before our long awaited main event is about to take place, we first have this update in from our newly aquired "investigative interviewer" Rich Marlowe.
**Earlier Tonight** Marlowe: Marlowe here, from the D-Train locker room, with Steve McMichaelson. So, Mr. McMichaelson, you took quite a beating last week, as that bump on your head attests to, are you ready to fight tonight and defend your half of the Tag Titles?
Freight Train: You doubting me? You think these little bruises are going to keep me from doing my job? Back in the day, they doubted me and the Patriots when we went on and won the Big Game! Around here, they doubted me and the D-Man, and thought we'd never be a top team here on Fallout. Guess those doubters were wrong!
Marlowe: So, even with my extensive sources, I was not able to find out who the Forces of Greatness are...
Freight Train: I don't care who the hell they are! D-Train's gonna roll right over their asses no matter who they are, and that's that! **End Clip**
Fisher: Strong words there from the Freight Train!
Dean Bardo: Strong words, sure, but can they be backed up with strong enough action to hold onto the belts is the question.
"I Like it Loud" plays, as D-Train make their way down to the ring.
Iris: The following match will be for the Fallout Openweight Tag Team championship! Announcing first, the champions, weighing in at five hundred and fifty five pounds, Freight Train McMichaelson and D-Man Daunte Thomas, the Deeeeeeeeee-Trrrrrrraaaaaaaainnnnn!
Fisher: You can feel the tension right now building though the crowd, and with D-Train, as the Forces of Greatness are about to show their faces!
Suddenly, a huge burst of pyro explodes from the entranceway, and a spotlight focuses on two hulking individuals as they each strike a muscle pose.
Iris: And now, the challengers…AAAAAmoooooo the Grrrreeeaaaat and The Force of Nature, Daaaannnnny Rrriiichaaaarrrrdss, the Force of Greaaaaaaatnesssss!
Fisher: Amo the Great, Danny Richards? I can't believe my eyes! I thought Amo retired from the industry! I thought Richards was running the independants!
Bardo: Well, they're here.
Amo and Danny make their way down to the ring, looking impressively built, Amo wearing his regular flame adorned pants, while Richards wears traditional red short tights, with “Force of Nature” spelled across the back.
Bardo: They are surely in prime condition, at least with muscle tone, but it remains to be seen if they can still fight.
The bell rings, as D-Train rushes their opponents. McMichaelson charges at Richards, but meets an explosive clothesline before he can attack. The D-Man throws a right hand at Amo, staggering him, as referee Cliff Mortimer forces Richards to the corner. Daunte fires away again, and this time, Amo catches the fist in the palm of his hand, retaliating with a huge right hand jab of his own, and another, and another...
Crowd: Four! Five! Six! Ooooooooo.....
Amo reaches far back behind his head before lashing out with the final strike of his old signature Seven Punch Series, with the audience in attendance loudly yelling "Seven" in unison upon the impact. Amo the Great lifts Thomas back up to his feet, into a front facelock, pauses for a moment, before hitting a very nasty DDT.
Fisher: Simply horrid! That could have broken his neck!
Amo gets back up, holding onto an arm of his opponent, dragging him back to the corner and making the tag with Richards. Amo, though, is not done yet, and lifts the D-Man up in a fireman carry, and impressively military presses the 245 pound man halfway up before dropping him back...right into the waiting Ace Crusher of the Force of Nature!
Bardo: That's called the Movement Crusher, a military press drop into a 3/4 inverted neckbreaker.
Thomas stumbles to his feet, trying to make it to his corner, but Richards catches him with a huge Richter Scale turning spinebuster, slamming his opponent right into the mat. The D-Man is well known for his tough determination, and manages to crawl over towards his corner. Surprisingly enough, Danny Richards lets him make the tag.
Fisher: Why the heck would he do that?
McMichaelson goes for an Axe Bomber on Richards, but only catches a knee to the gut. Richards clubs his opponent in the back of the head, throws an arm over his shoulder, and hits a gigantic Marshal Law stalling Brainbuster.
Bardo: Impressive power, Richards did what few have done before, and lifted the Freight Train with little effort.
The former Rookie Monster stands over McMichaelson, flexing before dragging him over to his corner, and tagging out. Amo the Great strikes a muscle pose before hooking McMichaelson in a rear facelock. Richards joins him, and the two manage to actually lift McMichaelson off the mat, each hooking a leg, and stalling for a moment, before spiking the Freight Train head first into the mat with a huge thud. Amo covers for the pin...
...1
...2
...3!
Fisher: New champions, new champions, new champions! The Forces of Greatness just destroyed D-Train to win the tag titles! A new team’s in town! New champions!
Bardo: We get the idea, Fisher.
Fisher: That wasn’t even competitive! The new champs just came in and manhandled their opponents, I’ve never seen a title match that one sided!
Bardo: I can remember another one from earlier tonight.
Fisher: What’s in store for Fallout and the tag division now? I can’t imagine anyone on their best day here being able to unseat this team! Wait, what’s this?
“Private Eye” Rich Marlowe heads over to the announcers’ table, handing Fisher a letter.
Marlowe: I was handed this before the match.
Fisher: Let’s open this…ah, here we go…”After our certain victory tonight, we will be back next week to discuss the future of Fallout, and who’s side we’re on: Amo the Great/Danny Richards.”
Bardo: Arrogant, that had to be written before they won.
Fisher: Next week, we’ll hear from the Forces of Greatness right here in the ring! Who’s side they’re on? Could they have signed with the Corporate Club? Could they have shown up to stand with the locker room? Tune in next week to find out!
End of Show
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Post by The Senator on Jul 31, 2006 18:30:29 GMT -5
Fallout goes over a page!!
Many thanks to our awesome contributers who stepped up to the plate and delivered on time, and to our resident insomniac, Yoko, for putting it all together.
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Post by hitman on Jul 31, 2006 18:44:11 GMT -5
Agreed. Great show culminating with new tag team champions. And boy am I glad my segments/match made it on the show.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 1, 2006 2:08:52 GMT -5
Awesome show. Points for Violet and Amo/Richards.
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Post by scrawn on Aug 1, 2006 9:41:23 GMT -5
Awesome show. Points for Violet and Amo/Richards. Have you said that for a previous Fallout? Because if not I'm suffering yet another deja vu... On topic...great show all!
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Post by jimrourke on Aug 1, 2006 14:20:43 GMT -5
yes awsome show. congradulations are in order to all involved. ;D ;D
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Post by hunter on Aug 6, 2006 17:07:33 GMT -5
Forces of Greatness = ...greatness >.>
Well that was redundant.
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