Post by darkcircle on Dec 8, 2021 15:16:58 GMT -5
{The screen fades into Vergil’s office, where we see a very serious looking Vergil Urahara on the phone behind his desk}
Vergil: I understand, I hope that the kid’s alright?...sh*IT*....
{The door opens and DJ Hunter slips into the room and moves to stand next to Jason Wraith who has a look of concern on his face as well}
DJ: What’s going on?
Wraith: Marcus the Senior.
{DJ blanches at the name, it’s not often when the “Old Man” called the Urahara Office, let alone for for anything other than business}
DJ: What’s the call about?
Wraith: I don’t know, but it got real *serious* real *fast*. But I thought I caught one of the kids being referenced a couple of times…but I could be wrong.
{The conversation ends and Vergil hangs up the phone, putting aside as the Headman settles back in his chair}
Vergil: Well that’s a shit of a pile.
Wraith: What’s up?
Vergil: Short version? The Old Man has basically had it with someone and is about to declare open season on someone.
DJ: That’s pretty serious if he’s calling for that kind of shit, Vergil. What did this person do?
{Vergil takes a deep breath and then lets out a deep sigh of frustration before looking over at the youngest man in the room}
Vergil: I just think that it’s more the Old Man needed to vent more than anything. You know how old fashioned he is, right Jase?
Wraith: Aye, and it’s gotta be bad if he needs to vent.
Vergil: True, very true. But onto slightly more important things…is Kyle ready for his match?
DJ: As far as I can tell, Vergil. He’s been ready, but he’s also been trying to be the good guy and let Myojin fire off the first shot.
Wraith: And how has that gone?
DJ: Nothing. It seems like it’s a common fucking thing as of late that nobody wants to be the first one to say shit about their match. I understand fully about the rules of the game, but this whole “wait till the last minute” shit?
Vergil: Yeah, I mean I might be a random nutter funding a sizable army of nutters but even I don’t understand this whole wait till the last minute baloney. I mean shouldn’t people be frothing at the mouth for the first shot at biting into their opponents?
{Wraith simply shrugs}
Wraith: ‘tis the world of today?
{The screen then blacks out}
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{The screen comes back up and we find ourselves looking at the younger half of the Phantom Troupe, in Kyle Valentine, sitting on a bench outside of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California and he is regarding the massive edifice before him}
Kyle: I know that it’s kind of against the rules but I’ve got to say that while I’m thankful for this title match, my first ever singles title match at that *ever*, I just want you to know Myojin that I didn’t ask for it because I asked for a match against *you*.
But as I learned from my father, you don’t look at gift horses in their mouth and check for cavities do you?
I’m grateful for the front office to give me a chance at such an august title that is held by equally such august talent…and as much as I wanted our first match to be just skill versus skill, I’m not going to waste this chance but I want you to understand, Myojin, that my focus is not going to be can I beat you for that title or not.
It’s going to be if I can actually beat you, the person…not the character or the gimmick. I want to see if I have what it takes honestly to go toe to toe with one of the toughest people I’ve seen in this ring and see if I can take you down, sir.
{Kyle smiles at that moment, taking said moment to motion at the massive arena near-by}
Kyle: And it’s all going to happen right there, in the Staples Center of all places. Personally, I would’ve loved my first singles title match to happen downtown off of industry road in Dallas Texas…but we can’t have everything in our life exactly how we want them, now can we?
No, we can’t…not this time.
But you see, I’m also no great fool because I know full well going into this match that my chances of beating you are going to be slim and I’m fine with that because like I said, my goal is to beat *you*, I don’t have to beat the title…I have to beat the man who is holding the title and that is what I was going for all along and I know that I can beat a man because no matter who you are on this bloody roster from Arata Asakura to Havoc to even preportaledly great Ozymandias…all men can be beaten because there are no gods amongst men, not even with my father’s ill founded claim that he was a “Wrestling God” once for Global Xtreme Wrestling…anyone can be beaten.
But I will admit to a bit of hubris on my part, because while I was preparing for our match, I waited and waited before I cut a promo for this match because I was really hoping that my opponent would say something first and give me something, anything to work with because I was actually holding him to a higher level than some of these others that we work with here in Project Honor.
But that hubris is one me.
That *assumption*...that’s on me.
But what’s not an assumption is just how far I’m going to go to put you down for that three count, and that’s no joke, but while all of your other opponents over these past few years can say that they won’t underestimate you…can you honestly say that you don’t think that same way about each and everyone of your own opponents?
When you look at me, can you honestly not think that “hey, that kid hasn’t been active long enough to even begin to touch my level of talent!”
And while you’d be right, one hundred percent…does that make my chances of laying out flat with one single blink and you fucking miss it move? I mean yes, you’re one hell of a submission wrestler and there is no taking that away from you, sir, but my father was a bastard where it came to submissions and how to break them so I might surprise you given half of a chance throughout this match and you might even let your guard down for the briefest of moments…at which point your ass will belong to me when you least fucking expect it.
{Kyle then leans forward, looking hard into the camera’s pickup as he runs a hand through his short black hair}
Kyle: Look, I’m honestly not after that belt. I didn’t go behind anyone’s back and ask for an X-Factor championship match…I was given this shot because someone in the front office sees me as worthy contender to that belt, and while that’s going to be hanging over our respective heads throughout the entire match…honestly the only thing that my mind will be focused on will be taking you, my opponent, to task.
To prove to all these fucking bullshitters here in this company that I *DO* belong here in Project Honor and that I *CAN* and *WILL* be able to tear the house down with whomever the office puts in front of me.
Be is as X-Factor champion or not, that all depends up to how much heart that you possess. How much fire of the *ART* of Professional *WRESTLING* drives your limbs to wrap the human body into painful artful shapes.
I’m coming for a fight this weekend, and I’m hoping that you don’t disappoint. Because I'm coming for that Bronze Cloth of a champion, Seiya, let's hope your Cosmos is ready for a proper fight.
{Kyle tosses the camera a wink as the screen fades to black}
Vergil: I understand, I hope that the kid’s alright?...sh*IT*....
{The door opens and DJ Hunter slips into the room and moves to stand next to Jason Wraith who has a look of concern on his face as well}
DJ: What’s going on?
Wraith: Marcus the Senior.
{DJ blanches at the name, it’s not often when the “Old Man” called the Urahara Office, let alone for for anything other than business}
DJ: What’s the call about?
Wraith: I don’t know, but it got real *serious* real *fast*. But I thought I caught one of the kids being referenced a couple of times…but I could be wrong.
{The conversation ends and Vergil hangs up the phone, putting aside as the Headman settles back in his chair}
Vergil: Well that’s a shit of a pile.
Wraith: What’s up?
Vergil: Short version? The Old Man has basically had it with someone and is about to declare open season on someone.
DJ: That’s pretty serious if he’s calling for that kind of shit, Vergil. What did this person do?
{Vergil takes a deep breath and then lets out a deep sigh of frustration before looking over at the youngest man in the room}
Vergil: I just think that it’s more the Old Man needed to vent more than anything. You know how old fashioned he is, right Jase?
Wraith: Aye, and it’s gotta be bad if he needs to vent.
Vergil: True, very true. But onto slightly more important things…is Kyle ready for his match?
DJ: As far as I can tell, Vergil. He’s been ready, but he’s also been trying to be the good guy and let Myojin fire off the first shot.
Wraith: And how has that gone?
DJ: Nothing. It seems like it’s a common fucking thing as of late that nobody wants to be the first one to say shit about their match. I understand fully about the rules of the game, but this whole “wait till the last minute” shit?
Vergil: Yeah, I mean I might be a random nutter funding a sizable army of nutters but even I don’t understand this whole wait till the last minute baloney. I mean shouldn’t people be frothing at the mouth for the first shot at biting into their opponents?
{Wraith simply shrugs}
Wraith: ‘tis the world of today?
{The screen then blacks out}
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{The screen comes back up and we find ourselves looking at the younger half of the Phantom Troupe, in Kyle Valentine, sitting on a bench outside of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California and he is regarding the massive edifice before him}
Kyle: I know that it’s kind of against the rules but I’ve got to say that while I’m thankful for this title match, my first ever singles title match at that *ever*, I just want you to know Myojin that I didn’t ask for it because I asked for a match against *you*.
But as I learned from my father, you don’t look at gift horses in their mouth and check for cavities do you?
I’m grateful for the front office to give me a chance at such an august title that is held by equally such august talent…and as much as I wanted our first match to be just skill versus skill, I’m not going to waste this chance but I want you to understand, Myojin, that my focus is not going to be can I beat you for that title or not.
It’s going to be if I can actually beat you, the person…not the character or the gimmick. I want to see if I have what it takes honestly to go toe to toe with one of the toughest people I’ve seen in this ring and see if I can take you down, sir.
{Kyle smiles at that moment, taking said moment to motion at the massive arena near-by}
Kyle: And it’s all going to happen right there, in the Staples Center of all places. Personally, I would’ve loved my first singles title match to happen downtown off of industry road in Dallas Texas…but we can’t have everything in our life exactly how we want them, now can we?
No, we can’t…not this time.
But you see, I’m also no great fool because I know full well going into this match that my chances of beating you are going to be slim and I’m fine with that because like I said, my goal is to beat *you*, I don’t have to beat the title…I have to beat the man who is holding the title and that is what I was going for all along and I know that I can beat a man because no matter who you are on this bloody roster from Arata Asakura to Havoc to even preportaledly great Ozymandias…all men can be beaten because there are no gods amongst men, not even with my father’s ill founded claim that he was a “Wrestling God” once for Global Xtreme Wrestling…anyone can be beaten.
But I will admit to a bit of hubris on my part, because while I was preparing for our match, I waited and waited before I cut a promo for this match because I was really hoping that my opponent would say something first and give me something, anything to work with because I was actually holding him to a higher level than some of these others that we work with here in Project Honor.
But that hubris is one me.
That *assumption*...that’s on me.
But what’s not an assumption is just how far I’m going to go to put you down for that three count, and that’s no joke, but while all of your other opponents over these past few years can say that they won’t underestimate you…can you honestly say that you don’t think that same way about each and everyone of your own opponents?
When you look at me, can you honestly not think that “hey, that kid hasn’t been active long enough to even begin to touch my level of talent!”
And while you’d be right, one hundred percent…does that make my chances of laying out flat with one single blink and you fucking miss it move? I mean yes, you’re one hell of a submission wrestler and there is no taking that away from you, sir, but my father was a bastard where it came to submissions and how to break them so I might surprise you given half of a chance throughout this match and you might even let your guard down for the briefest of moments…at which point your ass will belong to me when you least fucking expect it.
{Kyle then leans forward, looking hard into the camera’s pickup as he runs a hand through his short black hair}
Kyle: Look, I’m honestly not after that belt. I didn’t go behind anyone’s back and ask for an X-Factor championship match…I was given this shot because someone in the front office sees me as worthy contender to that belt, and while that’s going to be hanging over our respective heads throughout the entire match…honestly the only thing that my mind will be focused on will be taking you, my opponent, to task.
To prove to all these fucking bullshitters here in this company that I *DO* belong here in Project Honor and that I *CAN* and *WILL* be able to tear the house down with whomever the office puts in front of me.
Be is as X-Factor champion or not, that all depends up to how much heart that you possess. How much fire of the *ART* of Professional *WRESTLING* drives your limbs to wrap the human body into painful artful shapes.
I’m coming for a fight this weekend, and I’m hoping that you don’t disappoint. Because I'm coming for that Bronze Cloth of a champion, Seiya, let's hope your Cosmos is ready for a proper fight.
{Kyle tosses the camera a wink as the screen fades to black}