Post by darkcircle on Oct 27, 2021 15:26:28 GMT -5
{Everything is quiet and serene...peaceful like...}
Voice: Why'd it have to be freakin *UTAH*!?
{Er...I stand corrected as the screen lightens and we see the faithful chariot of DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine at a rest point that looks down into the massive hive of wretched scum and villainy known as “Salt Lake City” and as the grayness of dawn slowly starts to fade away into that of actual morning, we can see DJ and Kyle sitting on one of the benches that looks down and across the city proper...while Ruiner actually dabs a handkerchief across the brow of his dark mask as DJ’s former partner is actually wearing a two toned gray suit and signature mask this early in the morning}
DJ: I dunno, Ruin, maybe because there is a wrestling venue here?
Ruiner: True, but places like this don’t cater to my kind...you know that.
{Kyle’s head perks up at that and turns to look at their masked counterpart with an incredulous look}
Kyle: “My Kind”? You mean moochers, right Ruiner?
Ruiner: No Kyle, my dear boy. What I mean by “my kind” is those of us who are dedicated to kayfabe to the point where we wear our masks all of the time when we are in public…
{Ruiner then strikes a “heroic” pose}
Ruiner: Just like the Luchadores!
{DJ and Kyle look at each other for a few seconds before both men break out into some very loud and raucous laughter, which leaves Ruiner a little bit chest fallen}
Ruiner: Oh wa?
DJ: I’ll give you one thing, Ruin. You’re one hell of a masked wrestler...but you’ve never been a luchadore!
Ruiner: Oh really, name one time…
DJ: The Wendy’s incident back in twenty...thirteen?
{And with that, all of the air disappears from Ruiner’s sails}
Ruiner:....never gonna let me live that one down, are ya?
DJ: Dude, you cost us a world tag team title shot just because not did you *HAVE* to have a nine patty burger hours before the match...but you just had to have *TWO* of the damned things, Ruin.
Ruiner: Well if Shinya can put away at least that much before a match…
DJ: Dude, do you recall the last time you tried the “Shinya Defense”?
Ruiner: Alright, I’ll behave.
Kyle: Cool, so speaking of food..who’s up for some Taco Bell breakfast today?
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{The screen fades out and when it comes back in, we find ourselves outside of a Taco Bell with the Phantom Troupe’s Kyle Valentine sitting on the hood of the team’s car and DJ standing next to it with both men having huge ass smiles on their faces}
DJ: Last week, when things looked dark for our team in that big ten person tag, who was it that got the final victory for our team?
Kyle: Not someone who eats two nine patted hamburgers before a match…
{DJ quickly smacks Kyle hard in the middle of his chest without even looking as the “older” half of the Troupe continues like his partner hadn't even spoken}
DJ: It was the Phantom Troupe and while we grabbed that pin on Diana, we just went on to prove yet again our worth as a team in this company and while we’re nowhere near ready to try and challenge for the world tag team championships, it is a matter of fine respect that this company has granted us a match against Myojin and...Cadalliac Jackson.
Kyle: Wait, our match is against "Osaka's Golden Sun" and the "Luxury Experience in Bullshitting"?
DJ:...yep.
Kyle: Okay then, this should be an interesting match to say the least.
DJ: You said it, partner. But it’s only going to be interesting because even though last week, the Phantom Troupe was on the same side as Caddy there, it was the Troupe that did the majority of the heavy lifting and the suffering in that ring because when it comes to busting one's ass and getting the shit done, you look no further than the Phantom Troupe.
But we're not on the same side this week, Caddy, and I don't know what Myojin did to make them partner the two of you up but if it's a fight that the two of you are looking for, then you already know full well that we're down for that as well because there is nothing that the Phantom Troupe like better than a good old fashioned throwdown.
Kyle: Oh how true that is.
DJ: So our match at Proving Grounds this week is going to be nothing but “sport”, because Kyle and I look at matches like this as nothing more than a reason to showcase why we are two of the brightest up and comers on the international indy wrestling scene since the days of the Whirlybirdz VHS team back in the bad old days of the World Wrestling Alliance!
But while Terrance “TNT” Thompson and Wendy Brieze might have been a killer tag team back in the day, they don’t have anything on what we can do in this day and age and that’s because while the Birdz and the Troupe are cut from the same insanely colored cloth, we are *nothing* alike!
Kyle: And that is something that are two opponents here this week on Proving Ground is going to find out right quick is exactly that because we’re not selling you short, no...we know that we’re the new kids on the block and we fully expect to possibly not come out of this match as the victors for it because maybe Myojin might be able to get that one move fired off that causes DJ to submit or maybe Caddy is able to cheat his weasely little heart into a quick roll up on myself, but what matters to DJ and I however is the fact that we know what we can do as.a.*team* while our opponents are simply two talented dudes thrown together at the last moment.
DJ: Kind of like how most tag teams start in some companies, truth be told.
Kyle: And while that might be the truth, my brother, what the truth is here is that at Proving Grounds we’re going to walk in the underdogs, as usual, and we’re going to come out the winners because we’re doing the same thing that we always do.
And that’s looking for a fight.
Because while titles come and go, real chances to prove yourself in your home promotion...a real *chance* to highlight what you can do in that very ring, comes but only oh so often and you can be damned sure that neither I nor DJ here are going to squander that chance here this week.
DJ: So boys, we’ll see you in the ring.
{The screen fades to black}
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Voice: Why'd it have to be freakin *UTAH*!?
{Er...I stand corrected as the screen lightens and we see the faithful chariot of DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine at a rest point that looks down into the massive hive of wretched scum and villainy known as “Salt Lake City” and as the grayness of dawn slowly starts to fade away into that of actual morning, we can see DJ and Kyle sitting on one of the benches that looks down and across the city proper...while Ruiner actually dabs a handkerchief across the brow of his dark mask as DJ’s former partner is actually wearing a two toned gray suit and signature mask this early in the morning}
DJ: I dunno, Ruin, maybe because there is a wrestling venue here?
Ruiner: True, but places like this don’t cater to my kind...you know that.
{Kyle’s head perks up at that and turns to look at their masked counterpart with an incredulous look}
Kyle: “My Kind”? You mean moochers, right Ruiner?
Ruiner: No Kyle, my dear boy. What I mean by “my kind” is those of us who are dedicated to kayfabe to the point where we wear our masks all of the time when we are in public…
{Ruiner then strikes a “heroic” pose}
Ruiner: Just like the Luchadores!
{DJ and Kyle look at each other for a few seconds before both men break out into some very loud and raucous laughter, which leaves Ruiner a little bit chest fallen}
Ruiner: Oh wa?
DJ: I’ll give you one thing, Ruin. You’re one hell of a masked wrestler...but you’ve never been a luchadore!
Ruiner: Oh really, name one time…
DJ: The Wendy’s incident back in twenty...thirteen?
{And with that, all of the air disappears from Ruiner’s sails}
Ruiner:....never gonna let me live that one down, are ya?
DJ: Dude, you cost us a world tag team title shot just because not did you *HAVE* to have a nine patty burger hours before the match...but you just had to have *TWO* of the damned things, Ruin.
Ruiner: Well if Shinya can put away at least that much before a match…
DJ: Dude, do you recall the last time you tried the “Shinya Defense”?
Ruiner: Alright, I’ll behave.
Kyle: Cool, so speaking of food..who’s up for some Taco Bell breakfast today?
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{The screen fades out and when it comes back in, we find ourselves outside of a Taco Bell with the Phantom Troupe’s Kyle Valentine sitting on the hood of the team’s car and DJ standing next to it with both men having huge ass smiles on their faces}
DJ: Last week, when things looked dark for our team in that big ten person tag, who was it that got the final victory for our team?
Kyle: Not someone who eats two nine patted hamburgers before a match…
{DJ quickly smacks Kyle hard in the middle of his chest without even looking as the “older” half of the Troupe continues like his partner hadn't even spoken}
DJ: It was the Phantom Troupe and while we grabbed that pin on Diana, we just went on to prove yet again our worth as a team in this company and while we’re nowhere near ready to try and challenge for the world tag team championships, it is a matter of fine respect that this company has granted us a match against Myojin and...Cadalliac Jackson.
Kyle: Wait, our match is against "Osaka's Golden Sun" and the "Luxury Experience in Bullshitting"?
DJ:...yep.
Kyle: Okay then, this should be an interesting match to say the least.
DJ: You said it, partner. But it’s only going to be interesting because even though last week, the Phantom Troupe was on the same side as Caddy there, it was the Troupe that did the majority of the heavy lifting and the suffering in that ring because when it comes to busting one's ass and getting the shit done, you look no further than the Phantom Troupe.
But we're not on the same side this week, Caddy, and I don't know what Myojin did to make them partner the two of you up but if it's a fight that the two of you are looking for, then you already know full well that we're down for that as well because there is nothing that the Phantom Troupe like better than a good old fashioned throwdown.
Kyle: Oh how true that is.
DJ: So our match at Proving Grounds this week is going to be nothing but “sport”, because Kyle and I look at matches like this as nothing more than a reason to showcase why we are two of the brightest up and comers on the international indy wrestling scene since the days of the Whirlybirdz VHS team back in the bad old days of the World Wrestling Alliance!
But while Terrance “TNT” Thompson and Wendy Brieze might have been a killer tag team back in the day, they don’t have anything on what we can do in this day and age and that’s because while the Birdz and the Troupe are cut from the same insanely colored cloth, we are *nothing* alike!
Kyle: And that is something that are two opponents here this week on Proving Ground is going to find out right quick is exactly that because we’re not selling you short, no...we know that we’re the new kids on the block and we fully expect to possibly not come out of this match as the victors for it because maybe Myojin might be able to get that one move fired off that causes DJ to submit or maybe Caddy is able to cheat his weasely little heart into a quick roll up on myself, but what matters to DJ and I however is the fact that we know what we can do as.a.*team* while our opponents are simply two talented dudes thrown together at the last moment.
DJ: Kind of like how most tag teams start in some companies, truth be told.
Kyle: And while that might be the truth, my brother, what the truth is here is that at Proving Grounds we’re going to walk in the underdogs, as usual, and we’re going to come out the winners because we’re doing the same thing that we always do.
And that’s looking for a fight.
Because while titles come and go, real chances to prove yourself in your home promotion...a real *chance* to highlight what you can do in that very ring, comes but only oh so often and you can be damned sure that neither I nor DJ here are going to squander that chance here this week.
DJ: So boys, we’ll see you in the ring.
{The screen fades to black}
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