(Phantom Troupe) Speaking on behalf of Wendigos

{The screen comes up and we find ourselves catching sight of several multi-colored objects flying through the air before the camera pulls back to reveal the source of the objects are in fact a series of colored balls as they are being juggled by none other than the Phantom Troupe's own Kyle Valentine. His chorded and tattooed arms deftly move to continue the series of motion easily as his tag team partner looks on with a hint of confusion}



DJ: How can you do that so easily, kid?



Kyle: Honestly, years of constant practice.



DJ: How'd it start then?



Kyle: When I was a kid, maybe five or six, we were at some family gathering in...Worchester or Pike City, some place up near Boston, and one of my uncles who isn't in professional wrestling saw that some of us kids where just as bored as he was because he wasn't involved in the big "family meeting" that they would have every freaking year.



DJ: Yeah...Zach's told me about those things from back when he was dating your cousin.



Kyle: Yeah, I remember that. But anyhow, this uncle of mine taught some of us kids how to juggle and I kept it up because it was fun and it also helped me to focus...especially when I moved from balls to knives.



{Both of DJ's eyebrows went up at that statement but he then shakes his head}



DJ: Alright, and how does this compare to getting ready for that match for the Tyrant's Crown at the pay per view this weekend?



{Kyle starts to smile just a little bit at the question, never stopping with his juggling as he speaks}



Kyle: Because if there is anything that I've learned about being in battle royals or rumbles since I debuted is that it takes a lot of effort to keep focused because your head, it has to be on one fucking hell of a swivel during your entire time in that kind of match or someone will snatch your chance at surviving till the end right away from you...case in point...



{Kyle lets a yellow ball drop from the orbit that he was making with the other ones as he keeps the rest afloat easily}



Kyle: Case in point, you could call that yellow ball Archimedes since he wasn't paying attention...but that could also just as easily be Havoc, you, me, Yuriko Toyama, or anyone else in that match.



But again, all it takes is one simple laspe in concentration and you're done for.



{A pink ball suddenly drops from Kyle's "orbit" and it is soon followed by a purple then a blue ball}



Kyle: The the less and less that you focus on anything else but the end goal of surviving till the end. Fighting against the intense odds..



{Kyle motions to DJ and then a couple of more balls on the table next to him which DJ then tosses into the "orbit" and Kyle easily collects them in and adds them to the motion}



Kyle: odds that continue to grow depending on where you are entered at...for instance, I could be number one in the battle royal and let's say Office Greyfield is the second...I have to contend with that as more and more people enter the fray, but if I choose to focus on Greyfield instead of what I really need to do...



{An blue and white striped ball drops from the orbit}



Kyle: Then the game, as they say, is over and I have to take that long walk back into the back.



But that's not going to be me at the Crowning, I'm not going to be like everyone else in that match because unlike a lot of others in it, and I'm not going to name names, I'm not fighting to supplement my over-bearing ego or I'm hungry to prove how big my hypothetical "dick" is amongst the other boys in the company.



No, I'm going to be the one to win it because I'm a hell of a lot more hungry than anyone else save for you. I mean I get so hungry to prove myself worthy of my family name, worthy of being a pro wrestler, that I'm apart of multiple promotions for that very reason.



I have a truly frightening hunger that not a single goddamn soul here in Project Honor can match nor deny.



And yet, you got little shits like the Cheesey Bois screwing us out of hard fought victories and pulling shit to undermine the Troupe. They constantly try to deny this fact because they think that they are hungrier than me.



{Kyle's eyes harden but still the orbit continues}



Kyle: Ladies and Gentlemen, look into my eyes and note that while I'm being a serious bastard, I am still focused enough to keep six small balls moving through the air without looking, without having to dedicate complete and utter attention to them and do you know why?



Because shit like this helps to keep a man like me *focused*.



I take comfort and focus from chaos, it quiets my mind and in a match like the casino battle royal at the Crowning, I can tell you one thing that will happen.



{Kyle then suddenly just stops and the balls fall to the ground, bouncing this way and that as he continues to look hard into the camera}



Kyle: I'm going to walk out of the Crowning with the Tyrant's Crown and before summer, the Phantom Troupe is going to become the new Project Honor World's Tag Team champions.



And there's not a damned thing that anyone can do about it.



I know the old adage about how it's better to die a hero then live to see yourself become the villain...



{Kyle cracks a nasty smile for the camera as does DJ}



Kyle: But we're doing being the *wrong* kind of heroes, boys and girls, it's time for us to start having some more...fun.



After all, we are the wendigos of the tag team division...and that never, *ever* bodes well.



DJ: See you all at the pay per view.



{The screen fades to black}