Post by darkcircle on Apr 28, 2022 9:31:09 GMT -5
{Vergil Urahara was not a happy man as he slammed into the locker room of the Phantom Troupe after their loss to the BFG Division, while only being five feet eleven inches tall-when the head of the House Urahara Wrestling Office was pissed off, an extremely rare emotion for the man, it was a scary sight}
Vergil: What in the fuck was fucking that piece of a fucking fuck show?! I mean seriously, you two flying *FUCKS* only one fucking job to fucking do and what did you fucking do...you fucking shat not only the goddamned bed but somehow you got fucking shat on the ceiling of the damned *LIVING FUCKING ROOM* AS FUCKING *WELL*!!!
{Kyle Valentine looked up at his boss and was about to snap something off when DJ grabbed his right shoulder and slammed him back down into his seat, causing the younger man to glare at his tag team partner for a moment before turning his attention back to Urahara}
Vergil: I mean seriously what the fuck was all of that ego about that I saw going into the ring?! Neither one of you two had any fucking right to be showing that kind of ass work...I mean sure, you beat three teams but when you walk into a fucking *FIGHT* against the likes of those two, you don't fucking get to be arrogant because you needed your fucking arrogance to have been tempered with the fact that you're going up against fucking Liz Karlson and MOTHER FUCKING MIKE "GOD-DAMNED IF HE DON'T TEAR YOUR RIGHT ARM OFF TO MAKE A NEW FUCKING *ASSHOLE*" *BISHOP*!!
Wraith: Vergil?
{The furious Japanese man spins to look at his long term/time and suffering tag team partner and best friend}
Vergil: *WHAT*!!
{The normally very serious and taciturn Jason Wraith allows his partner's fury to wash over him without batting a single eyelash}
Wraith: I think they got it. They done fucked up and I'm more curious to know why they fucked up rather than hear you rant...
{At this point, Jason's lips quiver ever so slightly into a faint ancient sign of ghost of what could've been known in a past life as a "smirk"}
Wraith:...as amusing as your ranting is, partner.
{Vergil takes a moment and closes his eyes before nodding to what his partner has said before he opens them again and turns to face both halves of the Phantom Troupe before pointing at DJ}
Vergil: The man has a point...*explain*.
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{The camera then fades out of the locker room only a few scant weeks ago and then cuts to a bench outside of the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey where we find DJ Hunter, the "Elegant Assassin", sitting in the early hours of a Thursday morning with a cup of Wendy's coffee sitting on the arm of the bench next to him}
DJ: I ain't going to make any excuses, we did shit the bed for the lack of a better term and as such, we earned that ass chewing...more I than the kid because as the older and more experienced half of the team, I should've known better than to let Kyle's youthful fire get the better of me and thus, we went straight into Public Execution with a kind of arrogant flair to us.
And even though I'm still thinking that the match ended wrong since it was Kyle who got pinned after he was eliminated...we still lost our titles and the only person to blame is ourselves and while I chalked it up to a learning experience, I can only guess how Kyle took it.
{DJ chuckles just for a few seconds before shaking his head}
DJ: I mean he does take after his father more than any of his sibs. I think that while Eli might have gotten the sheer talent from their father, Kyle there got more of the emotional side of things if you follow?
{DJ stops shaking his head and then runs a hand through his shock of dark hair before his face takes on a more serious mien to it}
DJ: The point now is that while everyone in this match knows that the Phantom Troupe has that oh so lovely Golden Ticket for an instant rematch at our choosing, Vergil wants us to prove ourselves to not only House Uarahara, the Project Honor locker room, and even you all-the fans-but he also wants us to do something much more important in my opinion:
He wants us to avail ourselves on rediscovering exactly what made this team *work* in the first place.
And as such at Disputed Territory, while every other team in that match is doing everything in their power to prove why they deserve that instant shot to become the new number one contenders, the Phantom Troupe is going to working our collective asses off to prove once again why in a short amount of time we became the most *dominant* team in this fucking company. That's no joke, did any other team step up to face the Phantom Troupe during our time as champions or did the front office have select teams?
I mean the Just Friends and Levanni are pretty much only in this match to fill the spots with warm bodies to give the real teams a much more well rounded chance and they fucking know it. I mean there is no way that they *can't* know that they are simply being used to stand there and hold coffee for the real winners of the match.
Meanwhile both Caddy Jackson and TJ both can talk real big about how they are really impressive and all that shit but I've been around long enough to know that the more you bullshit, the less talent you actually have.
I mean look at what happened over in WrestleWorld's Dominion brand when TJ Thompson thought that he could push over Jacob Striker that one time? Sure TJ, you put up a kinda-sorta decent fight...but in the end weren't you hit hard enough to be knocked fucking sillier than a thousand Robin Williams' specials? I mean all you did was a couple of your usual bits of bullshit instead of taking that match seriously which ended with your head being caved in rather brutally might I add.
Caddy, him I can see as something a little bit more serious of a threat than his paint sniffing partner there which in the end is going to be not much of a challenge for me nor Kyle.
{DJ takes a moment to stop and take a sip of his coffee before looking at it and then leaning forward to fix the camera with another serious look}
DJ: And let's not forget the other joke team involved in this match, and Miss Gallagher please forgive me for calling you that but I mean seriously...look who your partner is!
Lexi fucking Gold.
The last time that I saw her in a serious tag team match was when I was backstage over in Pro Wrestling Nova during their first pay per view where she was teaming with a kid named Lena Soulaz for the tag championships there and while that Lena kid worked her ass off to do her best in that match, Lexi just kind of stood there as eye candy.
{DJ takes another sip of his coffee before nodding slowly}
DJ: I ain't gonna sugar coat anything for you, Miss Gallagher, and I'm sorry if someone as smart as you can't see the reality of the situation but just like the Just Friends, Levanni, and the Drips-you got stuck with a craptastic partner and you're nothing more than a feeder team.
You know? A team thrown together in order to fill slots in an otherwise empty tag match?
But enough of the filler, let us come to the meat of the main meal...as it were.
But now we come to you, Julius and Slade. Two guys that I was actually looking forward to fighting the very next chance that we could get because at least with you two fucks-it would've been a fun fight now wouldn't have?
But instead of a team on team battle, like I had hoped to have, we now have to bust a few skulls on the Phantom Troupe's way to proving that our beating you and Slade's asses wasn't just some fluke boys, but an honest reality because you're time has done come and gone here in Project Honor.
Just like places like Dunkin Doughnuts serving just coffee and doughnuts...you're done and gone in my book.
Just like this conversation, because everything else that I could say will be "heard" loud and really fucking clear when the Troupe lay claim to every chance to once again be your Project Honor tag champs!
{The camera then fades out as DJ goes back to his coffee and his thoughts before it fades to black}
Vergil: What in the fuck was fucking that piece of a fucking fuck show?! I mean seriously, you two flying *FUCKS* only one fucking job to fucking do and what did you fucking do...you fucking shat not only the goddamned bed but somehow you got fucking shat on the ceiling of the damned *LIVING FUCKING ROOM* AS FUCKING *WELL*!!!
{Kyle Valentine looked up at his boss and was about to snap something off when DJ grabbed his right shoulder and slammed him back down into his seat, causing the younger man to glare at his tag team partner for a moment before turning his attention back to Urahara}
Vergil: I mean seriously what the fuck was all of that ego about that I saw going into the ring?! Neither one of you two had any fucking right to be showing that kind of ass work...I mean sure, you beat three teams but when you walk into a fucking *FIGHT* against the likes of those two, you don't fucking get to be arrogant because you needed your fucking arrogance to have been tempered with the fact that you're going up against fucking Liz Karlson and MOTHER FUCKING MIKE "GOD-DAMNED IF HE DON'T TEAR YOUR RIGHT ARM OFF TO MAKE A NEW FUCKING *ASSHOLE*" *BISHOP*!!
Wraith: Vergil?
{The furious Japanese man spins to look at his long term/time and suffering tag team partner and best friend}
Vergil: *WHAT*!!
{The normally very serious and taciturn Jason Wraith allows his partner's fury to wash over him without batting a single eyelash}
Wraith: I think they got it. They done fucked up and I'm more curious to know why they fucked up rather than hear you rant...
{At this point, Jason's lips quiver ever so slightly into a faint ancient sign of ghost of what could've been known in a past life as a "smirk"}
Wraith:...as amusing as your ranting is, partner.
{Vergil takes a moment and closes his eyes before nodding to what his partner has said before he opens them again and turns to face both halves of the Phantom Troupe before pointing at DJ}
Vergil: The man has a point...*explain*.
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{The camera then fades out of the locker room only a few scant weeks ago and then cuts to a bench outside of the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey where we find DJ Hunter, the "Elegant Assassin", sitting in the early hours of a Thursday morning with a cup of Wendy's coffee sitting on the arm of the bench next to him}
DJ: I ain't going to make any excuses, we did shit the bed for the lack of a better term and as such, we earned that ass chewing...more I than the kid because as the older and more experienced half of the team, I should've known better than to let Kyle's youthful fire get the better of me and thus, we went straight into Public Execution with a kind of arrogant flair to us.
And even though I'm still thinking that the match ended wrong since it was Kyle who got pinned after he was eliminated...we still lost our titles and the only person to blame is ourselves and while I chalked it up to a learning experience, I can only guess how Kyle took it.
{DJ chuckles just for a few seconds before shaking his head}
DJ: I mean he does take after his father more than any of his sibs. I think that while Eli might have gotten the sheer talent from their father, Kyle there got more of the emotional side of things if you follow?
{DJ stops shaking his head and then runs a hand through his shock of dark hair before his face takes on a more serious mien to it}
DJ: The point now is that while everyone in this match knows that the Phantom Troupe has that oh so lovely Golden Ticket for an instant rematch at our choosing, Vergil wants us to prove ourselves to not only House Uarahara, the Project Honor locker room, and even you all-the fans-but he also wants us to do something much more important in my opinion:
He wants us to avail ourselves on rediscovering exactly what made this team *work* in the first place.
And as such at Disputed Territory, while every other team in that match is doing everything in their power to prove why they deserve that instant shot to become the new number one contenders, the Phantom Troupe is going to working our collective asses off to prove once again why in a short amount of time we became the most *dominant* team in this fucking company. That's no joke, did any other team step up to face the Phantom Troupe during our time as champions or did the front office have select teams?
I mean the Just Friends and Levanni are pretty much only in this match to fill the spots with warm bodies to give the real teams a much more well rounded chance and they fucking know it. I mean there is no way that they *can't* know that they are simply being used to stand there and hold coffee for the real winners of the match.
Meanwhile both Caddy Jackson and TJ both can talk real big about how they are really impressive and all that shit but I've been around long enough to know that the more you bullshit, the less talent you actually have.
I mean look at what happened over in WrestleWorld's Dominion brand when TJ Thompson thought that he could push over Jacob Striker that one time? Sure TJ, you put up a kinda-sorta decent fight...but in the end weren't you hit hard enough to be knocked fucking sillier than a thousand Robin Williams' specials? I mean all you did was a couple of your usual bits of bullshit instead of taking that match seriously which ended with your head being caved in rather brutally might I add.
Caddy, him I can see as something a little bit more serious of a threat than his paint sniffing partner there which in the end is going to be not much of a challenge for me nor Kyle.
{DJ takes a moment to stop and take a sip of his coffee before looking at it and then leaning forward to fix the camera with another serious look}
DJ: And let's not forget the other joke team involved in this match, and Miss Gallagher please forgive me for calling you that but I mean seriously...look who your partner is!
Lexi fucking Gold.
The last time that I saw her in a serious tag team match was when I was backstage over in Pro Wrestling Nova during their first pay per view where she was teaming with a kid named Lena Soulaz for the tag championships there and while that Lena kid worked her ass off to do her best in that match, Lexi just kind of stood there as eye candy.
{DJ takes another sip of his coffee before nodding slowly}
DJ: I ain't gonna sugar coat anything for you, Miss Gallagher, and I'm sorry if someone as smart as you can't see the reality of the situation but just like the Just Friends, Levanni, and the Drips-you got stuck with a craptastic partner and you're nothing more than a feeder team.
You know? A team thrown together in order to fill slots in an otherwise empty tag match?
But enough of the filler, let us come to the meat of the main meal...as it were.
But now we come to you, Julius and Slade. Two guys that I was actually looking forward to fighting the very next chance that we could get because at least with you two fucks-it would've been a fun fight now wouldn't have?
But instead of a team on team battle, like I had hoped to have, we now have to bust a few skulls on the Phantom Troupe's way to proving that our beating you and Slade's asses wasn't just some fluke boys, but an honest reality because you're time has done come and gone here in Project Honor.
Just like places like Dunkin Doughnuts serving just coffee and doughnuts...you're done and gone in my book.
Just like this conversation, because everything else that I could say will be "heard" loud and really fucking clear when the Troupe lay claim to every chance to once again be your Project Honor tag champs!
{The camera then fades out as DJ goes back to his coffee and his thoughts before it fades to black}