Post by darkcircle on Mar 29, 2022 22:23:00 GMT -5
{The camera fades in and we see both halves of the Phantom Troupe, The "Elegant Assassin" DJ Hunter and Kyle "Bam Bam" Valentine, along with their unofficial third member in Trafalgar Law standing in front of the DCU Center with their tag team titles in hand}
DJ: Ah Worcester, nobody ever expects a small college town like here to host some of the most impressive wrestling fans anywhere and I do mean *ANYWHERE*. I mean we were just checking out Worcester Polytechnic Institute right down the road and we got offers of free food over at the Wedge.
Law: When they called it that, I honestly thought it was a wedge shaped building...but nope, it's literally a building wedged between two others!
DJ: Very true, Law, and as we are the most humblest of tag teams here in Project Honor..we couldn't just say no to our fans and so we fed on the delicious free food and promised the Phantom Troupe's faithful that we'd come to Fallout this week and leave with our heads held high in victory.
Kyle: Unlike a certain hookerbot over on Proving Ground who couldn't cut the fucking mustard if her blonde head needed it.
{DJ and Law look at Kyle and the foul look on his hard look on his face before they turn back to look at the camera}
DJ: That aside because tonight we've crossed the line of scrimmage and will appear on Fallout television for the very first time to defend our Project Honor World Tag Team championships...but I've only got one actual question for someone to answer though.
Law: And that is?
{DJ then turns to face Law with a confused look on his face}
DJ: Why in all of the Chinese Hells did you not cut something for Underground?
{Law suddenly winces before he looks a tad sheepish}
Law: Yeah, that's all on me. I was still pissed off about my loss last Underground to that cheap ass bitch Virgil Barrick that I freaking forgot to cut a promo for this week's show.
DJ: Well don't forget again man, we're counting on you to cover that brand and bring in some gold of your own.
Law: Alright, alright...
{Kyle rolls his eyes before he turns to look at the camera once more}
Kyle: This week, right here on Fallout, you all will get to see why the Phantom Troupe are anything but a fucking joke that some of you make us out to be. And none of you can deny it because we've been hearing the commentary from a specific few there in the locker room and yeah, we get it. We're the newest team, the pure rookies of this promotion and some of you elitst shits don't think that DJ and I have paid our dues enough to hold these straps.
Well to be honest then, we've got more of a fucking right to be the champions because we've fucking *earned* our spots here in Project Honor, unlike a certain blonde fucking hookerbot who thinks that she can just shake her ass and fake being polite that'll get her friends and wins in this industry!
Thank god our opponents for our debut on Fallout aren't that fucking stupid!! Otherwise I'd have to spike their skulls through a couple of steel chairs a piece just to make my fucking *point*!
DJ: Damn brother, how do you *really* feel about this match?
Kyle: Like it's going to be a pretty damn good one, to be honest. But that doesn't mean we'll make things easy for them, now does it?
DJ: No sir. Because another reason why we came here to Fallout is to see just how rowdy and ready their tag division is around here on this brand and we can only opening that the opening act won’t be the end of the entire story for this brand’s chances at quite possibly creating the one team that can dethrone us.
Kyle: Now unlike some people that we can name, that’s not bragging ladies and gentlemen, that’s what you call supreme confidence and here…this week on Fallout…you all are about to get another lesson in violence because the Troupe is here to show you why we’ve *EARNED* our right to be your world tag team champions. *EARNED*, not *AWARDED*....but mother fucking *EARNED*!
DJ: Needless to say that you know that I’m and Kyle, he’s always freaking ready. So let us do this already!
{The screen then fades to black}
DJ: Ah Worcester, nobody ever expects a small college town like here to host some of the most impressive wrestling fans anywhere and I do mean *ANYWHERE*. I mean we were just checking out Worcester Polytechnic Institute right down the road and we got offers of free food over at the Wedge.
Law: When they called it that, I honestly thought it was a wedge shaped building...but nope, it's literally a building wedged between two others!
DJ: Very true, Law, and as we are the most humblest of tag teams here in Project Honor..we couldn't just say no to our fans and so we fed on the delicious free food and promised the Phantom Troupe's faithful that we'd come to Fallout this week and leave with our heads held high in victory.
Kyle: Unlike a certain hookerbot over on Proving Ground who couldn't cut the fucking mustard if her blonde head needed it.
{DJ and Law look at Kyle and the foul look on his hard look on his face before they turn back to look at the camera}
DJ: That aside because tonight we've crossed the line of scrimmage and will appear on Fallout television for the very first time to defend our Project Honor World Tag Team championships...but I've only got one actual question for someone to answer though.
Law: And that is?
{DJ then turns to face Law with a confused look on his face}
DJ: Why in all of the Chinese Hells did you not cut something for Underground?
{Law suddenly winces before he looks a tad sheepish}
Law: Yeah, that's all on me. I was still pissed off about my loss last Underground to that cheap ass bitch Virgil Barrick that I freaking forgot to cut a promo for this week's show.
DJ: Well don't forget again man, we're counting on you to cover that brand and bring in some gold of your own.
Law: Alright, alright...
{Kyle rolls his eyes before he turns to look at the camera once more}
Kyle: This week, right here on Fallout, you all will get to see why the Phantom Troupe are anything but a fucking joke that some of you make us out to be. And none of you can deny it because we've been hearing the commentary from a specific few there in the locker room and yeah, we get it. We're the newest team, the pure rookies of this promotion and some of you elitst shits don't think that DJ and I have paid our dues enough to hold these straps.
Well to be honest then, we've got more of a fucking right to be the champions because we've fucking *earned* our spots here in Project Honor, unlike a certain blonde fucking hookerbot who thinks that she can just shake her ass and fake being polite that'll get her friends and wins in this industry!
Thank god our opponents for our debut on Fallout aren't that fucking stupid!! Otherwise I'd have to spike their skulls through a couple of steel chairs a piece just to make my fucking *point*!
DJ: Damn brother, how do you *really* feel about this match?
Kyle: Like it's going to be a pretty damn good one, to be honest. But that doesn't mean we'll make things easy for them, now does it?
DJ: No sir. Because another reason why we came here to Fallout is to see just how rowdy and ready their tag division is around here on this brand and we can only opening that the opening act won’t be the end of the entire story for this brand’s chances at quite possibly creating the one team that can dethrone us.
Kyle: Now unlike some people that we can name, that’s not bragging ladies and gentlemen, that’s what you call supreme confidence and here…this week on Fallout…you all are about to get another lesson in violence because the Troupe is here to show you why we’ve *EARNED* our right to be your world tag team champions. *EARNED*, not *AWARDED*....but mother fucking *EARNED*!
DJ: Needless to say that you know that I’m and Kyle, he’s always freaking ready. So let us do this already!
{The screen then fades to black}