Post by darkcircle on Oct 13, 2021 15:41:28 GMT -5
{The camera fades into the personal office of none other than Vergil Urahara who is dressed in his “semi-formal business” Hawaiian shirt, tan slacks, and no shoes as he sits behind his desk on the phone with his face scowling just a bit as he talks}
Vergil: I understand your frustration, Christopher, but it’s not my fault that you chose *now* to do a United Kingdom tour with your wrestling company….yes, yes, I understand competing for venues and all that in the insanity of the last several months. Wait, what are you talking about?
{Vergil’s scowling expression takes on a more confused one}
Vergil: To be honest this is the first that I’ve heard of such a thing and nor did I know that you could do such a thing with a thing. But nonetheless, I shall reach out to some of the peeps that I know and try to get Pro Wrestling Nova’s tour back on track! Taaa!!!
{Vergil hangs up his phone and then leans back in his chair, still looking rather confused by what he’s heard before finally leaning forward and looking across the very cluttered room}
Vergil: Oi, Wraith!!
{The camera pans to the right just a little bit to show us Vergil’s Best Friend, Head Minion, Guy Thursday, and long time suffer...erm...TAG TEAM PARTNER in Jason Wraith as he is reading the New York Daily Times which he doesn’t lower to respond to Vergil}
Wraith: Erm?
Vergil: Have you heard of this video game called the League of Legends, Jason?
Wraith: Heh….yes.
Vergil: And did you know that it’s so incredibly popular that there is an international sports like thing connected to it, kind of like world table tennis?
Wraith: <chuckling slightly> Yes.
Vergil: And that it has, and I cannot believe that I am saying this, a world championship which is fought yearly in freaking Korea?!
{Finally realizing what Vergil is saying, Wraith lowers his newspaper and shoots a Jade-hued look at his partner-in-crime}
Wraith: And you’re just now learning about this?
Vergil: *YES*!! Why didn’t somebody tell me these things?!
{Wraith lowers his newspaper all together and just kind of shoots a look of complete, total, and utter disbelief at Vergil for several long moments in an extremely awkward silence before finally Wraith says the only thing that he could think to}
Wraith:....I assumed that you already knew?
{Vergil makes a noise like a horse choking on a cat that it’s trying to swallow before letting his head have an “interesting conversation” with his desk when there is a knock on the door and Ruiner walks in with DJ Hunter who take in the situation}
DJ: Um...did we come at a bad time?
Wraith: Nope...just Vergil learning something new.
{Vergil lifts his head up and looks over at the two newcomers}
Vergil: Did either one of you know about this whole League of Legends thing?!
{Ruiner and DJ look at each other for a moment before the masked wrestler turns to look at their “boss” and simply says}
Ruiner: Um...would it be wrong if I said…”yes”?
{Again Vergil makes the noise and then throws some papers at Ruiner which knocks the masked wrestler to the ground in complete shock before Vergil starts to rant and rave in his native tongue while DJ lets out a pointed sigh and looks over at Wraith}
DJ: So, got the latest from Project Honor?
Wraith: Yep, pretty interesting too. It’s a ten man on this week’s edition of PG. Looking forward to what you kids can do with the match. I’ll shoot the detes to your phone here in a bit.
{DJ doesn’t say anything as he quickly tries to leave the room without being drawn into anymore of the mayhem that is Vergil Urahara as the screen fades to black}
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{The screen comes up and we find ourselves looking at both halves of the Phantom Troupe who standing in a vacant lot in the Dallas/Fort Worth area as vehicles can be seen going by in the background behind them as both DJ and Kyle look around them in slight reverence}
DJ: My family grew up here in the Dallas area and it was a family tradition every weekend to come here to this very spot and witness some of the greatest wrestling in the world...but the venue that once stood proudly like the Luxor in Las Vegas has long since been torn down to the ground and it’s remains.
{DJ then motions at the grass filled lot for a moment}
DJ: Buried by time, and in a strange way that’s how people view my partner and I’s time here in Project Honor-like we’re just some example of the past that you can just bulldoze over and we’ll be forgotten about by Christmas or something like that.
But that ain’t the case, because the Phantom Troupe got its start right here in Project Honor and to quote my cousin in Big Kev, “You gotta flatline my ass to get me to leave” and to be honest if our opponents last week were of any real indication, that’s not happening anytime soon and while Shelldrake and Crowley love to go on and on about how great they function as a unit, the Troupe fought them to a friggin draw and that means if two guys with a weak ass goth gimmick can't beat us nor could an A Plus Lister like Chris Havoc and his so called "partner" can't put down and out right out of the friggin gate...then maybe the time for ya'll to stop talking like you all are some kind of wrestling gods needs to stop so that you can focus on actual wrestling.
But I digress, right Kyle?
{Kyle simply nods in agreement with his partner but otherwise stays silent}
DJ: But this week here on Proving Grounds, we’ve got our parts to play as apart of what is being called “Team Kachow"...
{Kyle simply rolls his eyes as he shakes his head at that}
DJ: which is composed of ourselves with Captain Cadillac Jackson, Percival Burque, and Kayla against what's being called "Team Caden" which is Myojin, Monsieur Malachite Minj, Diana, John Blade, and Skylar Ramsay....
...or we should be provided anyone else on our team decides to step up and say anything in support of our match, otherwise Kyle and I will be more than happy to do the lion's share of the work because the Phantom Troupe knows all about working as a unit and we invite you all on Team Caden to come take a walk down on the violent wildside that we exist on, come on down and there won't be anything fancy, just an good old fashioned ass kicking and I'm thinking personally that come of beating might actually help John Blade's ability to speak.
My *GOD* man, learn to speak proper English or just say fucking silent becasue with each and every word you breathed to create the air needed to make one of those...*sounds*...was a word crime worthy of a trip to the friggin Hague.
Am I right, big man?
Kyle: Unlike my brother here, I’m actually looking forward to this match and that’s because I’m going to get myself a first hand taste of what Myojin can do in that ring and I have to admit, because I’m always wanting to test myself against the biggest and brightest that this sport has to offer, and baby, you just don’t get any bigger than freaking Myojin.
But you see, I’m not focused on the hype machine around him but what the man himself can do in that ring because we’re both prodigies in our own respective fields and while I dabble in his original field of MMA...he’s more than dabbling in my field which is professional wrestling and at Proving Grounds, we’ll get to see first hand if if the "Technical Aristocrat" can hold his own against this young dragon or if my sorry ass will get proven wrong...either way I'm actually excited about this because this is a real freaking challenge.
But when you flip the coin that is Myojin, you see that we're also stuck having to both fight and *listen* to the poorly minted sounds of John Blade, a guy who looks like the OWA's own Nobi but has an ego almost as big as that Ramesses guy.
DJ: I'm sorry...but who?
Kyle: Ramesses, you know the so called "Sexual Titan" who's barely tall enough to ride the kiddie rides at Silver Dollar City?
DJ: Oh him...why are we talking about him?
Kyle: Because he's actually got the talent and the wordplay to make it instead of sounding like a drunk fucking camel in heat?
DJ:...point. But do try to stay on target, brother.
Kyle: *chuckling slightly* Fair enough, brother, fair enough. Look the point of the matter is that Team Caden, you’ve had more than enough time to get together and plan something and sure, I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll do your best because you’ve got some really good talent in there...but you’re going to be up against a bunch of the new kids on the block and not one of us is intending to roll over for the lot of you.
No, if we go down then it will be not only kicking and screaming but also violently throwing hands because this is how one does shit in this day and age, and as sure as I’m standing in the remains of the legendary Dallas Sportatorium, you can be rest assured that the Phantom Troupe are going to lead Team...Kachow to the victory that we fucking deserve because that’s the honest damn truth.
DJ: My partner might be one of the newest breed to hit the wrestling ring, but you can tell from that fire and passion that he’s speaking from the heart and with that kind of fiery passion, you just can’t go wrong. So to Myojin, Blade, and the rest...we welcome you to come on down and get ready for an all star slam of your careers to date here in Project Honor because we are.
{The screen fades to black}
Vergil: I understand your frustration, Christopher, but it’s not my fault that you chose *now* to do a United Kingdom tour with your wrestling company….yes, yes, I understand competing for venues and all that in the insanity of the last several months. Wait, what are you talking about?
{Vergil’s scowling expression takes on a more confused one}
Vergil: To be honest this is the first that I’ve heard of such a thing and nor did I know that you could do such a thing with a thing. But nonetheless, I shall reach out to some of the peeps that I know and try to get Pro Wrestling Nova’s tour back on track! Taaa!!!
{Vergil hangs up his phone and then leans back in his chair, still looking rather confused by what he’s heard before finally leaning forward and looking across the very cluttered room}
Vergil: Oi, Wraith!!
{The camera pans to the right just a little bit to show us Vergil’s Best Friend, Head Minion, Guy Thursday, and long time suffer...erm...TAG TEAM PARTNER in Jason Wraith as he is reading the New York Daily Times which he doesn’t lower to respond to Vergil}
Wraith: Erm?
Vergil: Have you heard of this video game called the League of Legends, Jason?
Wraith: Heh….yes.
Vergil: And did you know that it’s so incredibly popular that there is an international sports like thing connected to it, kind of like world table tennis?
Wraith: <chuckling slightly> Yes.
Vergil: And that it has, and I cannot believe that I am saying this, a world championship which is fought yearly in freaking Korea?!
{Finally realizing what Vergil is saying, Wraith lowers his newspaper and shoots a Jade-hued look at his partner-in-crime}
Wraith: And you’re just now learning about this?
Vergil: *YES*!! Why didn’t somebody tell me these things?!
{Wraith lowers his newspaper all together and just kind of shoots a look of complete, total, and utter disbelief at Vergil for several long moments in an extremely awkward silence before finally Wraith says the only thing that he could think to}
Wraith:....I assumed that you already knew?
{Vergil makes a noise like a horse choking on a cat that it’s trying to swallow before letting his head have an “interesting conversation” with his desk when there is a knock on the door and Ruiner walks in with DJ Hunter who take in the situation}
DJ: Um...did we come at a bad time?
Wraith: Nope...just Vergil learning something new.
{Vergil lifts his head up and looks over at the two newcomers}
Vergil: Did either one of you know about this whole League of Legends thing?!
{Ruiner and DJ look at each other for a moment before the masked wrestler turns to look at their “boss” and simply says}
Ruiner: Um...would it be wrong if I said…”yes”?
{Again Vergil makes the noise and then throws some papers at Ruiner which knocks the masked wrestler to the ground in complete shock before Vergil starts to rant and rave in his native tongue while DJ lets out a pointed sigh and looks over at Wraith}
DJ: So, got the latest from Project Honor?
Wraith: Yep, pretty interesting too. It’s a ten man on this week’s edition of PG. Looking forward to what you kids can do with the match. I’ll shoot the detes to your phone here in a bit.
{DJ doesn’t say anything as he quickly tries to leave the room without being drawn into anymore of the mayhem that is Vergil Urahara as the screen fades to black}
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{The screen comes up and we find ourselves looking at both halves of the Phantom Troupe who standing in a vacant lot in the Dallas/Fort Worth area as vehicles can be seen going by in the background behind them as both DJ and Kyle look around them in slight reverence}
DJ: My family grew up here in the Dallas area and it was a family tradition every weekend to come here to this very spot and witness some of the greatest wrestling in the world...but the venue that once stood proudly like the Luxor in Las Vegas has long since been torn down to the ground and it’s remains.
{DJ then motions at the grass filled lot for a moment}
DJ: Buried by time, and in a strange way that’s how people view my partner and I’s time here in Project Honor-like we’re just some example of the past that you can just bulldoze over and we’ll be forgotten about by Christmas or something like that.
But that ain’t the case, because the Phantom Troupe got its start right here in Project Honor and to quote my cousin in Big Kev, “You gotta flatline my ass to get me to leave” and to be honest if our opponents last week were of any real indication, that’s not happening anytime soon and while Shelldrake and Crowley love to go on and on about how great they function as a unit, the Troupe fought them to a friggin draw and that means if two guys with a weak ass goth gimmick can't beat us nor could an A Plus Lister like Chris Havoc and his so called "partner" can't put down and out right out of the friggin gate...then maybe the time for ya'll to stop talking like you all are some kind of wrestling gods needs to stop so that you can focus on actual wrestling.
But I digress, right Kyle?
{Kyle simply nods in agreement with his partner but otherwise stays silent}
DJ: But this week here on Proving Grounds, we’ve got our parts to play as apart of what is being called “Team Kachow"...
{Kyle simply rolls his eyes as he shakes his head at that}
DJ: which is composed of ourselves with Captain Cadillac Jackson, Percival Burque, and Kayla against what's being called "Team Caden" which is Myojin, Monsieur Malachite Minj, Diana, John Blade, and Skylar Ramsay....
...or we should be provided anyone else on our team decides to step up and say anything in support of our match, otherwise Kyle and I will be more than happy to do the lion's share of the work because the Phantom Troupe knows all about working as a unit and we invite you all on Team Caden to come take a walk down on the violent wildside that we exist on, come on down and there won't be anything fancy, just an good old fashioned ass kicking and I'm thinking personally that come of beating might actually help John Blade's ability to speak.
My *GOD* man, learn to speak proper English or just say fucking silent becasue with each and every word you breathed to create the air needed to make one of those...*sounds*...was a word crime worthy of a trip to the friggin Hague.
Am I right, big man?
Kyle: Unlike my brother here, I’m actually looking forward to this match and that’s because I’m going to get myself a first hand taste of what Myojin can do in that ring and I have to admit, because I’m always wanting to test myself against the biggest and brightest that this sport has to offer, and baby, you just don’t get any bigger than freaking Myojin.
But you see, I’m not focused on the hype machine around him but what the man himself can do in that ring because we’re both prodigies in our own respective fields and while I dabble in his original field of MMA...he’s more than dabbling in my field which is professional wrestling and at Proving Grounds, we’ll get to see first hand if if the "Technical Aristocrat" can hold his own against this young dragon or if my sorry ass will get proven wrong...either way I'm actually excited about this because this is a real freaking challenge.
But when you flip the coin that is Myojin, you see that we're also stuck having to both fight and *listen* to the poorly minted sounds of John Blade, a guy who looks like the OWA's own Nobi but has an ego almost as big as that Ramesses guy.
DJ: I'm sorry...but who?
Kyle: Ramesses, you know the so called "Sexual Titan" who's barely tall enough to ride the kiddie rides at Silver Dollar City?
DJ: Oh him...why are we talking about him?
Kyle: Because he's actually got the talent and the wordplay to make it instead of sounding like a drunk fucking camel in heat?
DJ:...point. But do try to stay on target, brother.
Kyle: *chuckling slightly* Fair enough, brother, fair enough. Look the point of the matter is that Team Caden, you’ve had more than enough time to get together and plan something and sure, I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll do your best because you’ve got some really good talent in there...but you’re going to be up against a bunch of the new kids on the block and not one of us is intending to roll over for the lot of you.
No, if we go down then it will be not only kicking and screaming but also violently throwing hands because this is how one does shit in this day and age, and as sure as I’m standing in the remains of the legendary Dallas Sportatorium, you can be rest assured that the Phantom Troupe are going to lead Team...Kachow to the victory that we fucking deserve because that’s the honest damn truth.
DJ: My partner might be one of the newest breed to hit the wrestling ring, but you can tell from that fire and passion that he’s speaking from the heart and with that kind of fiery passion, you just can’t go wrong. So to Myojin, Blade, and the rest...we welcome you to come on down and get ready for an all star slam of your careers to date here in Project Honor because we are.
{The screen fades to black}