Post by darkcircle on Nov 10, 2021 16:34:00 GMT -5
{The camera fades in and we find ourselves with the boys sitting in the early November daylight sitting just outside of the Moda Center in "lovely" Portland Oregon. Kyle is standing off to the side with his broad arms crossed over his equally broad chest and troubled look on his young face while DJ is sitting on folding camping chair looking at the towering edifice in front of them while Ruiner walks up to his former partner}
Ruiner: Erm tell me something, DJ?
DJ: What?
Ruiner: What is going on in the mind of our young counterpart there?
DJ: Honestly...I don't know.
{DJ then turns his head just enough to look at his former partner}
DJ: Why don't you go and ask him?
Ruiner: Hrm...you think that I should?
DJ: Might help.
{Ruiner at this point nods formally and then slowly walks up to where Kyle is standing but before he can even ask anything, a slender brunette walks up and stops the masked man}
Ruiner: Ah, Cassie. You were able to make it after all.
Cassie: Well yeah, my big brother's first ever title match. You think that I'd miss that?
{The two then look over at Kyle at which point Cassie reaches up and pats Ruiner on the shoulder}
Cassie: I..I think I got this one.
Ruiner: Well, if you think...
{Ruiner goes to say something more, but he catches a look on Cassie's face and then simply nods before walking back to where DJ was as Cassie grows close to her older brother.}
Cassie: You're thinking about *him*, aren't you?
Kyle: Yeah, Cass. I just wish that he was here to be my partner. I mean...well..
Cassie: I know, Kyle, but in the end he made his own decision and look, you've got DJ and he's a hell of a lot better partner than your first choice ever was. Plus, DJ's a lot less likely to go off the deep end like...well, *him*.
{Kyle doesn't say anything but kind of shrugs}
Cassie: Now come on, ya big lug...
{Kyle takes a deep breath and looks over at his kid sister who gives him a reassuring thump on the shoulder before walking over with him over to where the rest of the gang is as the camera fades out}
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{When the camera fades back in and we find ourselves with the boys and the boys are still clad in their street gear but they seem to be somewhere within the arena now}
DJ: Well here we are, not only our first actual pay per view as members of the Project Honor roster but also our first major chance at the world tag team titles. Not as apart of some tournament or a couple of outsider guests on brand pay per view, but regular joe fucking schmoos on a dedicated pay per view show for the big belts.
Kyle: Mind you, we ain't no regular joes though.
DJ: That is most certainly the truth because even though it's us against the so called True Society of Slade Castle and Valkyrie and the current champs in the....
{DJ stops and then shakes his head for a moment}
DJ: You know, stop...stop right there. I ain't continuing until I get this nugget about this one team out of the way, right here. Right now. Now I know that the current champions for Project Honor are Lil Petey and Julius Fairweather, I fully acknowledge that and furthermore I *respect* that.
But all that proper respect for ya'll...that went right out the window the moment that you decided to call yourselves the "Motherfuckers".
The moment, and I do mean the *moment* that the two of you decided to name yourselves that made mine and Kyle's mission quest to become the next Project Honor Tag Team champions even more important because unlike the two of you piss poor jokers who just see those titles as a quick way to get some sticky icky four twenty money, my partner and I see those belts for what they are.
A symbol of being the greatest tag fucking team in a promotion.
Now the two of you both have been here in Project Honor a long painful while, we get that, but the Phantom Troupe is the rookie team here, and in more ways that one, which means that we’ve got every *single* damned thing to *GAIN* in this match by being the team that comes out of with the pinfall...but we’re also the only duo in this entire stinking match that can even bring an inkling of friggin’ *respect* back to those belts since you two jokers won them.
I mean seriously...the “Motherfuckers”?!
Kyle: Now hold on there, my brother. They won’t have that much longer to hold that pallored stench over those tag team titles because we’re here to take the Project Honor tag straps, toss them over our sexy shoulders, and then show not only this entire company but also this entire freaking *industry* what means to be one of the most insane brands around because once we beat some common goddamned sense back into Petey and Julius for even thinking that was a good name for a team to tie into a tag team titles’ legacy, the two of us are going to go on a nationwide spree, hitting all kinds of promotions from coast to freaking coast to highlight the Proving Ground brand and showcasing just what kind of killer talent that Project Honor has freaking *GOT*!
Because that’s just the fucking way that we roll in this sport!
I might only have three or four matches combined under my belt, maybe I’m not old enough to drink quite yet, but as my father loves to say is that you’re never too young or too old to hold up the gold and at the Clash, I’m going to do just that because at twenty, I’m going to hold up my very first world title and that will be the Project Honor Tag Team title and by the time that myself or DJ here has finally been beaten for it, we’re going to have had quite the fucking ride with those straps!!
DJ: Preach, my brother, PREACH!!!
Kyle: You see, we’re not going after the two jag offs with the shitty name to reclaim them for the honor of those teams that have come before us. I mean yeah, Myojin and Zane-samas can be honored to think that if they want...but that’s not how the Phantom Troupe rolls when it comes for our desired goal is and what that goal, that one singular thing that we’ve set ourselves to do since we first step foot into this promotion was to become the tag team champions and once having completed that, then go for all the gold, baby.
But one of the biggest things that we’re gunning for once we beat both Petey and Julius and the Society at the Clash for the tag team titles is to finally put to rest what Asakura and Havoc mocked us about back at the tournament and that being we “didn’t belong here”, let alone in that tourney.
You see, DJ and I have worked our collective asses off to get where we are as a tag team. I was bouncing around ever since I first signed my contract with Gamma Pro Wrestling all of those many moons ago only for that promotion to fold like Travis Barker’s cheap ass fake video game company under me and DJ was looking for a way to get back to what he enjoyed doing after he had to step away from the sport after the NeWA shut down. It took Vergil Urahara being the right kind of bastard at the right moment to find the two of us and bring us together to become the killer tag team that you see before you, so when we came into Project Honor and the tournament that Petey and Julious won to even hold those titles, to come here and bust our asses to prove our way into this company.
But then who comes along, believing that he knows what’s best for everyone in professional wrestling?
Why none other than the “Last Great Shogun” himself, Sho’nuff!!
{DJ, off to the side, tries to keep from laughing on camera as Kyle says just that}
Kyle: I’m *SORRY*, I mean Arata Asakura!! Don’t get me wrong, I can’t take nothing away from HIS *PARTNER*!! A man who has earned my *respect* in promotions that I recognize...but Asakura has done nothing in my eyes to earn even the slightest of respect from me and for him to come along and show myself and DJ not once ounce of respect as even opponents in the tag team tournament means that when DJ and I are the tag team champions, that means you have to come and bend the fucking knee to *US*, Arata.
How will that make you feel, Sho’nuff? Will that make that God Awful DBZ Abridged inner-ass of yours’ finally shut the fuck up long enough to see what real *DRIVE* and real *PASSION* look like and not what you think is that?!
{Kyle then brings up both of his hands and knots them tightly into fists}
Kyle: Do you see these, ladies and gentlemen?! THESE is what is going to win DJ and I the tag team titles at the Clash, these are my fucking *FURY*!!
{Kyle then slams his right fist hard across his chest, making a loud noise which makes DJ back up a moment from the motion but Kyle doesn’t notice this as he goes on}
Kyle: and *THIS* is my fucking *PASSION*!! As long as this *PASSION* beats hard and fast, as it burns with same bright and savage heat that it does *now* as it will *then*, then I can promise you that there won’t be a damned thing that can stop the Phantom Troupe, because the only way to stop the Phantom Troupe is to be *better* than the Phantom Troupe, and Motherfuckers...True Society...you ain’t got what it fucking takes to do that, so just give.it.*up*!
{DJ slowly takes in what his partner has said and slowly nods in agreement as he reaches out and respectfully thumps his younger partner’s right shoulder as he moves back into frame proper}
DJ: What more is there to say about this match, ladies and gentlemen. What more is there to say other than at the Clash, the cream will rise to the top during that tag team title match and we are that cream of the crop because there is no-one that does what we can do in that ring, once we get going, like the Phantom Troupe. I mean yes, we're the rookies and we've got the hardest road ahead of us because not only do we have to *beat* two other teams to become the champions, but then we have to go on and constantly *prove* why we have that right to *be* the champions.
And that's something that we both get without any.question.
But we're on the way to the top, yeah, we're on the way, and nothing is going to stop us.
And yes, while we do have people on the outside that support us and the cause that we fight for inside of that very ring-you all have to understand that Kyle and myself are nothing but pure athlete and we've been much maligned from the top and bottom because they can't handle the fact that Phantom Troupe is the cream of the Project Honor's Tag Team division's crop. We are the Gold Star, Black Labeled, Purest Bred fucking *studs*...and nobody does it better.
And at Clash for the Cup, when everything else is said and done...you're going to be looking at your new Project Honor Tag Team champions, and it won't matter how hard Petey and Julious will claw and grab or how badly the True Society will want to decree and claim that we're too green for those straps because they are the "True Whatevers"...
At any rate, at the Clash...get ready to see our future become manifest through your blood and our sweat.
Kyle: Believe that!
{The screen fades to black}
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{The screen suddenly blips back up and we find ourselves in a locker room somewhere as the Trope's promo ends and the camera pans slowly to the right to show us none other than Wrestleworld's own "Straight Shooter" himself, Jacob Striker, with a huge grin on his face as he turns to regard the camera}
Jacob: By jove, I think he's fucking got *IT*!!
{The screen then slams to black}
Ruiner: Erm tell me something, DJ?
DJ: What?
Ruiner: What is going on in the mind of our young counterpart there?
DJ: Honestly...I don't know.
{DJ then turns his head just enough to look at his former partner}
DJ: Why don't you go and ask him?
Ruiner: Hrm...you think that I should?
DJ: Might help.
{Ruiner at this point nods formally and then slowly walks up to where Kyle is standing but before he can even ask anything, a slender brunette walks up and stops the masked man}
Ruiner: Ah, Cassie. You were able to make it after all.
Cassie: Well yeah, my big brother's first ever title match. You think that I'd miss that?
{The two then look over at Kyle at which point Cassie reaches up and pats Ruiner on the shoulder}
Cassie: I..I think I got this one.
Ruiner: Well, if you think...
{Ruiner goes to say something more, but he catches a look on Cassie's face and then simply nods before walking back to where DJ was as Cassie grows close to her older brother.}
Cassie: You're thinking about *him*, aren't you?
Kyle: Yeah, Cass. I just wish that he was here to be my partner. I mean...well..
Cassie: I know, Kyle, but in the end he made his own decision and look, you've got DJ and he's a hell of a lot better partner than your first choice ever was. Plus, DJ's a lot less likely to go off the deep end like...well, *him*.
{Kyle doesn't say anything but kind of shrugs}
Cassie: Now come on, ya big lug...
{Kyle takes a deep breath and looks over at his kid sister who gives him a reassuring thump on the shoulder before walking over with him over to where the rest of the gang is as the camera fades out}
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{When the camera fades back in and we find ourselves with the boys and the boys are still clad in their street gear but they seem to be somewhere within the arena now}
DJ: Well here we are, not only our first actual pay per view as members of the Project Honor roster but also our first major chance at the world tag team titles. Not as apart of some tournament or a couple of outsider guests on brand pay per view, but regular joe fucking schmoos on a dedicated pay per view show for the big belts.
Kyle: Mind you, we ain't no regular joes though.
DJ: That is most certainly the truth because even though it's us against the so called True Society of Slade Castle and Valkyrie and the current champs in the....
{DJ stops and then shakes his head for a moment}
DJ: You know, stop...stop right there. I ain't continuing until I get this nugget about this one team out of the way, right here. Right now. Now I know that the current champions for Project Honor are Lil Petey and Julius Fairweather, I fully acknowledge that and furthermore I *respect* that.
But all that proper respect for ya'll...that went right out the window the moment that you decided to call yourselves the "Motherfuckers".
The moment, and I do mean the *moment* that the two of you decided to name yourselves that made mine and Kyle's mission quest to become the next Project Honor Tag Team champions even more important because unlike the two of you piss poor jokers who just see those titles as a quick way to get some sticky icky four twenty money, my partner and I see those belts for what they are.
A symbol of being the greatest tag fucking team in a promotion.
Now the two of you both have been here in Project Honor a long painful while, we get that, but the Phantom Troupe is the rookie team here, and in more ways that one, which means that we’ve got every *single* damned thing to *GAIN* in this match by being the team that comes out of with the pinfall...but we’re also the only duo in this entire stinking match that can even bring an inkling of friggin’ *respect* back to those belts since you two jokers won them.
I mean seriously...the “Motherfuckers”?!
Kyle: Now hold on there, my brother. They won’t have that much longer to hold that pallored stench over those tag team titles because we’re here to take the Project Honor tag straps, toss them over our sexy shoulders, and then show not only this entire company but also this entire freaking *industry* what means to be one of the most insane brands around because once we beat some common goddamned sense back into Petey and Julius for even thinking that was a good name for a team to tie into a tag team titles’ legacy, the two of us are going to go on a nationwide spree, hitting all kinds of promotions from coast to freaking coast to highlight the Proving Ground brand and showcasing just what kind of killer talent that Project Honor has freaking *GOT*!
Because that’s just the fucking way that we roll in this sport!
I might only have three or four matches combined under my belt, maybe I’m not old enough to drink quite yet, but as my father loves to say is that you’re never too young or too old to hold up the gold and at the Clash, I’m going to do just that because at twenty, I’m going to hold up my very first world title and that will be the Project Honor Tag Team title and by the time that myself or DJ here has finally been beaten for it, we’re going to have had quite the fucking ride with those straps!!
DJ: Preach, my brother, PREACH!!!
Kyle: You see, we’re not going after the two jag offs with the shitty name to reclaim them for the honor of those teams that have come before us. I mean yeah, Myojin and Zane-samas can be honored to think that if they want...but that’s not how the Phantom Troupe rolls when it comes for our desired goal is and what that goal, that one singular thing that we’ve set ourselves to do since we first step foot into this promotion was to become the tag team champions and once having completed that, then go for all the gold, baby.
But one of the biggest things that we’re gunning for once we beat both Petey and Julius and the Society at the Clash for the tag team titles is to finally put to rest what Asakura and Havoc mocked us about back at the tournament and that being we “didn’t belong here”, let alone in that tourney.
You see, DJ and I have worked our collective asses off to get where we are as a tag team. I was bouncing around ever since I first signed my contract with Gamma Pro Wrestling all of those many moons ago only for that promotion to fold like Travis Barker’s cheap ass fake video game company under me and DJ was looking for a way to get back to what he enjoyed doing after he had to step away from the sport after the NeWA shut down. It took Vergil Urahara being the right kind of bastard at the right moment to find the two of us and bring us together to become the killer tag team that you see before you, so when we came into Project Honor and the tournament that Petey and Julious won to even hold those titles, to come here and bust our asses to prove our way into this company.
But then who comes along, believing that he knows what’s best for everyone in professional wrestling?
Why none other than the “Last Great Shogun” himself, Sho’nuff!!
{DJ, off to the side, tries to keep from laughing on camera as Kyle says just that}
Kyle: I’m *SORRY*, I mean Arata Asakura!! Don’t get me wrong, I can’t take nothing away from HIS *PARTNER*!! A man who has earned my *respect* in promotions that I recognize...but Asakura has done nothing in my eyes to earn even the slightest of respect from me and for him to come along and show myself and DJ not once ounce of respect as even opponents in the tag team tournament means that when DJ and I are the tag team champions, that means you have to come and bend the fucking knee to *US*, Arata.
How will that make you feel, Sho’nuff? Will that make that God Awful DBZ Abridged inner-ass of yours’ finally shut the fuck up long enough to see what real *DRIVE* and real *PASSION* look like and not what you think is that?!
{Kyle then brings up both of his hands and knots them tightly into fists}
Kyle: Do you see these, ladies and gentlemen?! THESE is what is going to win DJ and I the tag team titles at the Clash, these are my fucking *FURY*!!
{Kyle then slams his right fist hard across his chest, making a loud noise which makes DJ back up a moment from the motion but Kyle doesn’t notice this as he goes on}
Kyle: and *THIS* is my fucking *PASSION*!! As long as this *PASSION* beats hard and fast, as it burns with same bright and savage heat that it does *now* as it will *then*, then I can promise you that there won’t be a damned thing that can stop the Phantom Troupe, because the only way to stop the Phantom Troupe is to be *better* than the Phantom Troupe, and Motherfuckers...True Society...you ain’t got what it fucking takes to do that, so just give.it.*up*!
{DJ slowly takes in what his partner has said and slowly nods in agreement as he reaches out and respectfully thumps his younger partner’s right shoulder as he moves back into frame proper}
DJ: What more is there to say about this match, ladies and gentlemen. What more is there to say other than at the Clash, the cream will rise to the top during that tag team title match and we are that cream of the crop because there is no-one that does what we can do in that ring, once we get going, like the Phantom Troupe. I mean yes, we're the rookies and we've got the hardest road ahead of us because not only do we have to *beat* two other teams to become the champions, but then we have to go on and constantly *prove* why we have that right to *be* the champions.
And that's something that we both get without any.question.
But we're on the way to the top, yeah, we're on the way, and nothing is going to stop us.
And yes, while we do have people on the outside that support us and the cause that we fight for inside of that very ring-you all have to understand that Kyle and myself are nothing but pure athlete and we've been much maligned from the top and bottom because they can't handle the fact that Phantom Troupe is the cream of the Project Honor's Tag Team division's crop. We are the Gold Star, Black Labeled, Purest Bred fucking *studs*...and nobody does it better.
And at Clash for the Cup, when everything else is said and done...you're going to be looking at your new Project Honor Tag Team champions, and it won't matter how hard Petey and Julious will claw and grab or how badly the True Society will want to decree and claim that we're too green for those straps because they are the "True Whatevers"...
At any rate, at the Clash...get ready to see our future become manifest through your blood and our sweat.
Kyle: Believe that!
{The screen fades to black}
============================
{The screen suddenly blips back up and we find ourselves in a locker room somewhere as the Trope's promo ends and the camera pans slowly to the right to show us none other than Wrestleworld's own "Straight Shooter" himself, Jacob Striker, with a huge grin on his face as he turns to regard the camera}
Jacob: By jove, I think he's fucking got *IT*!!
{The screen then slams to black}