Post by darkcircle on Mar 2, 2022 21:25:23 GMT -5
{The camera fades in and we see ourselves looking at a vast wintery landscape over a rich amount of land complete with a large multistory house and two large buildings off to the sides of it before the screen cuts to a shot of one of the two outriding buildings-we see a well appointed wrestling set up complete with a wrestling ring done up in greens and blacks with two people currently working inside of it-one of the two people being none other than Kyle Valentine himself and the other is an older, well fit man in black wrestling trunks and boots who is not only easily holding his own against Kyle, but also seeming passing on some very painful looking instruction as the older man has Kyle on his knees in what looks to be a modified rear naked choke}
Voice: That just looks wrong…
{At the sound of the voice from out of the camera’s sight, it pulls back and to the left to show us the other half of the Phantom Troupe in the “Elegant Assassin” DJ Hunter watching his younger partner going such torture…errr….ermm….TRAINING!!!...with a pained expression on his face before he turns and looks over at Vergil and Law, both who have pained looks on their faces.}
DJ: I know, but with the tag title match that we’ve got coming up over in Project Honor and his losses over in Zion, Kyle was feeling like he needed to go back to the beginning…
{DJ motions at Kyle who is now slowly going through the process of having the modified rear naked choke being applied to him once again, step by step until the older man cinches it in good and tight with a rather wicked smile on his face, much to the pained reactions of Vergil and Law}
DJ: …so to speak.
Vergil: Good god, it’s like he’s gotten even better at this shit in his retirement.
Law: Who, the old guy in the ring with Kyle?
Vergil: Yeah, but that “old guy” as you called him is technically Kyle’s first teacher…sort of…since that man is also his dad and the guy who trained myself and Wrath.
{Law looks over at Kyle and the person that he’s with before looking back over at DJ and Vergil before hooking a thumb over his right shoulder at the older man with a confused look on his young face}
Law: Wait, you mean to tell me that’s…
Vergil: The man once known over in quite a few places as the “Godfather of Offense”? Yeah, that’s him Law.
{Law turns to look over at the older man for a few seconds before he turns back to look at his two counterparts}
Law: He doesn’t look that tough, fuck I think that *I* could take him!
{DJ and Vergil look at each other for a moment before Vergil lets out a long, pained sigh before he turns back to look at Law}
Vergil: Law, that man would have you on the mat in ten seconds screaming for us to cut whatever leg connected to which ever ankle he would have in that twisted submission of his just to make the pain stop.
DJ: At any rate, what are you two doing here? Have we missed something?
Vergil: Nah, when Miss Kelly said that the two of you were up here, I figured that it was time to visit the old school and see what was up and also to help make sure certain things were covered.
DJ: Gotcha, let me see if the old master will let my partner go long enough to cover our bets shall I?
{The screen fades out just as DJ goes to do this and then comes back in a few moments later when we see both halves of the Phantom Troupe standing in a well appointed room that is done up professionally for what appears to be promo-classes as both men look more than ready to go to war}
DJ: In just a few more very short days, the Phantom Troupe gets to go out there and in front of the Project Honor faithful, take those World Tag Team titles back with us to Proving Ground and to House Urahara where they fucking *belong*. And while I know that quite a few of the other teams that work in Project Honor don’t take us seriously enough to which I know that when they see that part of this promo, they are probably going to laugh themselves till they puke…it still doesn’t change the fact that when it comes right down to it, the Phantom Troupe has that level of sheer talent and violent determination that they don’t.
You see, we’re past the point of being hungry just like we said in our last promo on the last show. No, now we’re a couple of fucking wendigos looking to canniablise whomever is fucking unlucky enough to be put before us and that’s the bottom fucking *line*!
Kyle: To say that’s the “God’s honest truth” would be underselling it at this point, ladies and gentlemen, Yes, the Troupe has had their ups and their downs since we’ve joined this promotion and yes, we do have a certain matter of unfinished blood business with a couple of little mother fuckers that will be dealt with in the extremely near future.
But for the first time in a long time, with all of these stupid distractions, the Troupe is finally able to accomplish both of the main goals that we had for ourselves since we first signed on here with Project Honor and that was to first show the world that the Phantom Troupe was going to be the dominant force in tag team and trios wrestling from here until the final days of professional wrestling and to secondly win the Project Honor World Tag straps.
Now I’ll freely admit that we haven’t been able to win those straps quite yet due to bullshit, but we have constantly time and again highlighted that when it comes to pure unremorseless talent and truly violent dedication to this *sport*! No other team can beat the Phantom Troupe.
Not the Cheesy Bitches, not the God of Wrestling and the whiney little fake platinum bitch, and most certainly the new Orient Express.
The Phantom Troupe is that new standard and after we finally hoist those tag team titles high above our heads, you all had better start recognizing that you’ve all been replaced in the evolutionary ladder by the best of the future.
{DJ looks at his young partner as a confident smirk slowly starts to cross DJ’s face}
DJ: I take it that being here in your old stomping grounds helped to shake some of the old fire loose there, partner?
Kyle: More than that, You see after a good long talk with my old man and he helped me to see that maybe following in the footsteps that he’s left behind isn’t such a bad thing and neither is taking one or two pages out of his playbook and god only knows how hard I’ve tried to keep from going down the same road that he has already paved with his viciously ill intentions, but if people like Chris SaberHavoc and the Cheesy Bois, let alone anyone from Zion who’d want to fuck with me…but I guess that if I gotta walk that same path that my father walked, then I’m going to be happy to walk it, DJ.
DJ: Alright, and what about those world tag titles, brother?
{Kyle’s face breaks into a hungry wolfish smile}
Kyle: Then I guess a couple of mother fuckers are going to learn real damn fast that their entire world is about to be shattered, just like their minds.
DJ: See you all at the show, boys.
{The screen then fades to black}
Voice: That just looks wrong…
{At the sound of the voice from out of the camera’s sight, it pulls back and to the left to show us the other half of the Phantom Troupe in the “Elegant Assassin” DJ Hunter watching his younger partner going such torture…errr….ermm….TRAINING!!!...with a pained expression on his face before he turns and looks over at Vergil and Law, both who have pained looks on their faces.}
DJ: I know, but with the tag title match that we’ve got coming up over in Project Honor and his losses over in Zion, Kyle was feeling like he needed to go back to the beginning…
{DJ motions at Kyle who is now slowly going through the process of having the modified rear naked choke being applied to him once again, step by step until the older man cinches it in good and tight with a rather wicked smile on his face, much to the pained reactions of Vergil and Law}
DJ: …so to speak.
Vergil: Good god, it’s like he’s gotten even better at this shit in his retirement.
Law: Who, the old guy in the ring with Kyle?
Vergil: Yeah, but that “old guy” as you called him is technically Kyle’s first teacher…sort of…since that man is also his dad and the guy who trained myself and Wrath.
{Law looks over at Kyle and the person that he’s with before looking back over at DJ and Vergil before hooking a thumb over his right shoulder at the older man with a confused look on his young face}
Law: Wait, you mean to tell me that’s…
Vergil: The man once known over in quite a few places as the “Godfather of Offense”? Yeah, that’s him Law.
{Law turns to look over at the older man for a few seconds before he turns back to look at his two counterparts}
Law: He doesn’t look that tough, fuck I think that *I* could take him!
{DJ and Vergil look at each other for a moment before Vergil lets out a long, pained sigh before he turns back to look at Law}
Vergil: Law, that man would have you on the mat in ten seconds screaming for us to cut whatever leg connected to which ever ankle he would have in that twisted submission of his just to make the pain stop.
DJ: At any rate, what are you two doing here? Have we missed something?
Vergil: Nah, when Miss Kelly said that the two of you were up here, I figured that it was time to visit the old school and see what was up and also to help make sure certain things were covered.
DJ: Gotcha, let me see if the old master will let my partner go long enough to cover our bets shall I?
{The screen fades out just as DJ goes to do this and then comes back in a few moments later when we see both halves of the Phantom Troupe standing in a well appointed room that is done up professionally for what appears to be promo-classes as both men look more than ready to go to war}
DJ: In just a few more very short days, the Phantom Troupe gets to go out there and in front of the Project Honor faithful, take those World Tag Team titles back with us to Proving Ground and to House Urahara where they fucking *belong*. And while I know that quite a few of the other teams that work in Project Honor don’t take us seriously enough to which I know that when they see that part of this promo, they are probably going to laugh themselves till they puke…it still doesn’t change the fact that when it comes right down to it, the Phantom Troupe has that level of sheer talent and violent determination that they don’t.
You see, we’re past the point of being hungry just like we said in our last promo on the last show. No, now we’re a couple of fucking wendigos looking to canniablise whomever is fucking unlucky enough to be put before us and that’s the bottom fucking *line*!
Kyle: To say that’s the “God’s honest truth” would be underselling it at this point, ladies and gentlemen, Yes, the Troupe has had their ups and their downs since we’ve joined this promotion and yes, we do have a certain matter of unfinished blood business with a couple of little mother fuckers that will be dealt with in the extremely near future.
But for the first time in a long time, with all of these stupid distractions, the Troupe is finally able to accomplish both of the main goals that we had for ourselves since we first signed on here with Project Honor and that was to first show the world that the Phantom Troupe was going to be the dominant force in tag team and trios wrestling from here until the final days of professional wrestling and to secondly win the Project Honor World Tag straps.
Now I’ll freely admit that we haven’t been able to win those straps quite yet due to bullshit, but we have constantly time and again highlighted that when it comes to pure unremorseless talent and truly violent dedication to this *sport*! No other team can beat the Phantom Troupe.
Not the Cheesy Bitches, not the God of Wrestling and the whiney little fake platinum bitch, and most certainly the new Orient Express.
The Phantom Troupe is that new standard and after we finally hoist those tag team titles high above our heads, you all had better start recognizing that you’ve all been replaced in the evolutionary ladder by the best of the future.
{DJ looks at his young partner as a confident smirk slowly starts to cross DJ’s face}
DJ: I take it that being here in your old stomping grounds helped to shake some of the old fire loose there, partner?
Kyle: More than that, You see after a good long talk with my old man and he helped me to see that maybe following in the footsteps that he’s left behind isn’t such a bad thing and neither is taking one or two pages out of his playbook and god only knows how hard I’ve tried to keep from going down the same road that he has already paved with his viciously ill intentions, but if people like Chris SaberHavoc and the Cheesy Bois, let alone anyone from Zion who’d want to fuck with me…but I guess that if I gotta walk that same path that my father walked, then I’m going to be happy to walk it, DJ.
DJ: Alright, and what about those world tag titles, brother?
{Kyle’s face breaks into a hungry wolfish smile}
Kyle: Then I guess a couple of mother fuckers are going to learn real damn fast that their entire world is about to be shattered, just like their minds.
DJ: See you all at the show, boys.
{The screen then fades to black}