Post by darkcircle on Apr 28, 2022 16:00:03 GMT -5
{The screen fades in and we find Kyle Valentine of the Phantom Troupe working out in an empty gym somewhere and the younger half of the former world tag team champions is pumping iron with a frenzy}
Kyle: I still can't believe I did that shit at the pay per view...I'll be fucking surprised if Mister Urahara hasn't found a replacement for me yet...
Voice: Do you always talk to yourself like that?
{The sudden sound of a new voice hits startles Kyle to no end as he stops his workout to look over at the source of the voice who has stepped up to one of the weight machines and started to work out himself at which point Kyle simply nods respectfully towards the other man}
Kyle: Oh, hey David. What's up?
{The other man nods back as he works on the machine}
David: Eh, not much man. Just been helping out in EWI and backstage at the Pro Wrestling Nova shows.
Kyle: Trying to impress a certain young new Joshi champion still, man?
David: Hey, what can I say? Miho is a killer woman.
{Kyle simply rolls his eyes at what the other man said and then starts to try and resume his own workout}
David: So, I caught your match at the last pay per view. Can I ask what happened there man?
Kyle: Nothing happened. I was pissed off going into the match, DJ caught my rage, and it cost us the tag straps.
David: And why were you pissed off again?
Kyle: Lets see, there's the bullshit with Zion for one. The fact that every time I find a girl that I like, some fucking asshat snatches them up before I fucking can even say "Hi", and then everything in between.
David: So...basically you're pissed off about life?
{Kyle stops working out and simply glares at David}
David: Hey, it makes the most sense when you boil it all down man.
Kyle:...says the guy who's chasing my cousin.
{David stops his own workout and simply looks over at Kyle}
David: Look man, I get it. You're pissed right the fuck off about failing your team and all that, but don't spew your venom at me for trying to help you.
Kyle: And really, getting me all pissed off again is supposed to help?
{David laughs as he rolls his eyes at Kyle}
David: Nah man. More like trying to help you understand where you can use that rage to properly fuck people over in your matches rather than let it fuck you over, maybe.
{David then walks over and places a friendly hand on the taller man's shoulder while giving him a reassuring smile}
David: Look, if there is anything that I've learned in this industry is that sure, a lot of shit can hit you while you're low and sometimes you loose titles...
Kyle: Or constantly be made to loose matches...
{David stops and simply looks at Kyle}
David: Dude, remember what happened to Jake Striker in New Frontier Wrestling? They constantly used him as a jobber for no other reason than because the owners thought it was fucking hilarious to have one of Steph Matsuda's be their company's *bitch*.
But in the end, after he left that pile of horseshit company, what happened to him? Title after title after title right? And do you know why?
Kyle: Because he started taking notes from Graham Baker?
David: Heh, close. No, he found companies that were willing to take a bet on him and he started to hedge those bets by trying shit that was outside of the box. I mean he stopped trying to be like fucking Ryu from Street Fighter and started doing more and more submissions, and now he's a fucking three time world heavyweight champion, right?
{Kyle doesn't say anything but he nods in agreement}
David: Then you see what you gotta do man? Stop trying to constantly fit the box that you've put yourself in and start doing what Kyle Valentine wants to do. If you want to hit a fucking electric chair driver onto some poor schmuck from the top ropes, then you do just that.
Kyle: I guess...but what the hell does it have to do with my anger and costing us the tag straps in Project Honor though?
David: That's just it, Kyle. Your anger isn't because of you're not being used or your being ignored by the cute girls...you're anger is because deep down you're tired of that box that you've shoved yourself into.
I mean you finished your training and signed with Gamma Pro Wrestling right off the bat only for that company to close up shop before you even *DEBUT* with almost its entire roster, save for two specific guys, get signed with those elitist asses that were running Omega Wrestling Tomorrow at the time while you were left hanging in the wind.
And then you get signed with Extreme Wrestling Incorporated and you make splash after splash there sure...but you never got called up to the main roster, despite being given all of this damn praise and shit. So you reached out to Vergil Urahara and got signed with his wrestling office...but then you turned right around and accepted a *SINGLES* contract with Zion Wrestling and you're constantly being shoved into the back of a fake line just so that they can use you to get the people that they really want instead of giving you that one chance that you could use to make things epic...right?
{Kyle nods again, remaining silent still}
David: But you see, you don't complain nor do you bitch, do you? Nope, and that's because I know your family, Kyle. I know that your family prides themselves on busting their asses and paying their fucking dues, eventually finding themselves and who they really fucking are on the roads out there.
Your father did it, both of your uncles did it, your aunt sure as shit did it as did all of your uncles and aunts in law and your many cousins.
The thing is you've let all of this build and build until finally, you hit that boiling point and instead of letting it all run wild across the wrestling world...you box it up, because you feel that you're not done paying your dues yet and thus, you can't let loose until you're given that chance.
{David then forces Kyle to turn and face him before jabbing him square in the middle of his broad chest}
David: You got a pay per view coming up, right? Then it's time for you to stop hiding in your little box and break that anger out into its creative form all over those opponents of yours.
You got this man, be the guy that you want Kyle Valentine to be and if anyone's got a problem with that...then fuck 'em.
{For the first time in what seems to be days, Kyle finally cracks a smile as he nods in agreement with David's words}
Kyle: Alright, I'll give it a shot...but one question though.
David: Yeah?
Kyle: What about Law?
{Now at that both David and Kyle try to keep straight faces until finally they break down into fucking fits of laughter}
David: Look, I try to help my friends...not do fucking *MIRACLES*!!
{The screen fades to black}
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{The screen comes back from the black with Kyle sitting on a wooden bench inside of the gym with a towel draped across his broad shoulders as he looks at the camera with a slight smirk on his face}
Kyle: Needless to say, I think that David's right. I've been holding a lot of shit in for quite a while now and I think it's high past time that I let a lot of it out.
For instance, hey Julius. I know that you think that you're some kind of fine motherfucker and hey, I can honestly respect your timeline of work here in Project Honor...but all that respect went out the fucking window the moment that you chose to continue to disrespect my partner and I after we beat you and Slade.
We busted our asses, nearly put ourselves in the ER to *EARN* those straps and the only thing that you could do was either shit on us or tell us how lucky we were to loose them. Well my fine-motherfucking-friend, I can promise you that at Disputed Territory, inside of that fine mess of a tag elimination match, the only thing that's gonna get busted is that little bald head of yours when I snatch your sorry ass up and then watch it explode when it hits the ground, then out you go as you wait for the next chance to step up and get lit up.
Now I caught my partner's little promo earlier and I can honestly reflect what he said about the so called "Big Lux" team. You guys are simply filler, like Key Lime pies at a picnic. While everyone else is gorging themselves on the Pecan, Strawberry, Peach, and other much more flavorful and fun types of pie...you're the fucking Key Limes and nobody in their right fucking mind *LIKES* Key Lime.
You've had your times in the sun and now your just riddled with skin cancer and it's time for you both to just move on.
{Kyle takes an edge of his towel and dabs at his face and forehead a few times, seemingly taking a few moments out to think before he looks back up at the camera}
Kyle: I'm sorry, but I was honestly trying to figure out what to say about the Just Friends and Levanni that hasn't been said already by someone else. I mean Dave, my friend from earlier, took a couple of minutes to explain why your two teams are in this match and I gotta agree in that you're just in it to fill space.
Nothing more or less.
I mean seriously, deep down in the bottom of your hearts do you either one of you two teams think that you've got what it takes to step into this match and come out with the win?
I'll be pleasantly surprised if one of you do, but that surprise is quickly running out every time I see one of your promos there on Project Honor television...
...and now we come to the Golden Goddesses.
{Kyle stops talking and simply hangs his head, shaking it ever so slightly before he looks up at the camera with a disgusted look on his face}
Kyle: You know, I knew...I *knew* that this day would eventually come and that my path would have to cross, your's.
No, not *your's*, Besty Gallagher. You see, I actually respect you for what you can do in that ring and how much you've busted your ass to get this fair in this industry.
It's just a shame that you chose someone like *her* for your partner.
{The disgusted look becomes one of fury}
Kyle: So tell me, Lexi. How does your little narrative fit into the fact that at the pay per view, at Disputed Territory, you have to step into a Project Honor ring against *ME* at some point throughout the entire match??
Well then...Surprise, motherfucker! You didn't think... I knew you were coming, right? (chuckles) I am so DISAPPOINTED!!! You showed so much promise, Lexi. So much fucking promise! Now here you are, trapped in the boxes of life like a fucking rat. And the thing is, I did not bring you here. I didn't make this match but I'm not going to let this once and a lifetime chance slip through my fingers like you did with so many other chances elsewhere.
{Kyle gives the camera a wolfish smile}
Kyle: And right now, you're probably wondering why I've got so much fury towards you and you can be rest assured that while you're causing your team to loose perhaps one of the most important matches of your entire career...you'll look over and realize after you've taken that oh so deadly Jecht Shot too many to the head exactly what the fury is for.
This, Betsey, is the kind of partner that they've given you or that you've chosen...and that is the horrible truth in that once you step into the ring with myself and DJ, whatever "narrative" that you two have been telling yourselves in that you'll come out the winners, is nothing but the very smoke that dies in a tornado.
At the pay per view, I do the impossible twice.
One, I'm going to ensure that the Phantom Troupe starts on it's bloody march back to greatness over the bodies of so many tag teams.
And two...I burn the fucking *BOX*!
See you all at the pay per view.
{The screen once more fades to black}
Kyle: I still can't believe I did that shit at the pay per view...I'll be fucking surprised if Mister Urahara hasn't found a replacement for me yet...
Voice: Do you always talk to yourself like that?
{The sudden sound of a new voice hits startles Kyle to no end as he stops his workout to look over at the source of the voice who has stepped up to one of the weight machines and started to work out himself at which point Kyle simply nods respectfully towards the other man}
Kyle: Oh, hey David. What's up?
{The other man nods back as he works on the machine}
David: Eh, not much man. Just been helping out in EWI and backstage at the Pro Wrestling Nova shows.
Kyle: Trying to impress a certain young new Joshi champion still, man?
David: Hey, what can I say? Miho is a killer woman.
{Kyle simply rolls his eyes at what the other man said and then starts to try and resume his own workout}
David: So, I caught your match at the last pay per view. Can I ask what happened there man?
Kyle: Nothing happened. I was pissed off going into the match, DJ caught my rage, and it cost us the tag straps.
David: And why were you pissed off again?
Kyle: Lets see, there's the bullshit with Zion for one. The fact that every time I find a girl that I like, some fucking asshat snatches them up before I fucking can even say "Hi", and then everything in between.
David: So...basically you're pissed off about life?
{Kyle stops working out and simply glares at David}
David: Hey, it makes the most sense when you boil it all down man.
Kyle:...says the guy who's chasing my cousin.
{David stops his own workout and simply looks over at Kyle}
David: Look man, I get it. You're pissed right the fuck off about failing your team and all that, but don't spew your venom at me for trying to help you.
Kyle: And really, getting me all pissed off again is supposed to help?
{David laughs as he rolls his eyes at Kyle}
David: Nah man. More like trying to help you understand where you can use that rage to properly fuck people over in your matches rather than let it fuck you over, maybe.
{David then walks over and places a friendly hand on the taller man's shoulder while giving him a reassuring smile}
David: Look, if there is anything that I've learned in this industry is that sure, a lot of shit can hit you while you're low and sometimes you loose titles...
Kyle: Or constantly be made to loose matches...
{David stops and simply looks at Kyle}
David: Dude, remember what happened to Jake Striker in New Frontier Wrestling? They constantly used him as a jobber for no other reason than because the owners thought it was fucking hilarious to have one of Steph Matsuda's be their company's *bitch*.
But in the end, after he left that pile of horseshit company, what happened to him? Title after title after title right? And do you know why?
Kyle: Because he started taking notes from Graham Baker?
David: Heh, close. No, he found companies that were willing to take a bet on him and he started to hedge those bets by trying shit that was outside of the box. I mean he stopped trying to be like fucking Ryu from Street Fighter and started doing more and more submissions, and now he's a fucking three time world heavyweight champion, right?
{Kyle doesn't say anything but he nods in agreement}
David: Then you see what you gotta do man? Stop trying to constantly fit the box that you've put yourself in and start doing what Kyle Valentine wants to do. If you want to hit a fucking electric chair driver onto some poor schmuck from the top ropes, then you do just that.
Kyle: I guess...but what the hell does it have to do with my anger and costing us the tag straps in Project Honor though?
David: That's just it, Kyle. Your anger isn't because of you're not being used or your being ignored by the cute girls...you're anger is because deep down you're tired of that box that you've shoved yourself into.
I mean you finished your training and signed with Gamma Pro Wrestling right off the bat only for that company to close up shop before you even *DEBUT* with almost its entire roster, save for two specific guys, get signed with those elitist asses that were running Omega Wrestling Tomorrow at the time while you were left hanging in the wind.
And then you get signed with Extreme Wrestling Incorporated and you make splash after splash there sure...but you never got called up to the main roster, despite being given all of this damn praise and shit. So you reached out to Vergil Urahara and got signed with his wrestling office...but then you turned right around and accepted a *SINGLES* contract with Zion Wrestling and you're constantly being shoved into the back of a fake line just so that they can use you to get the people that they really want instead of giving you that one chance that you could use to make things epic...right?
{Kyle nods again, remaining silent still}
David: But you see, you don't complain nor do you bitch, do you? Nope, and that's because I know your family, Kyle. I know that your family prides themselves on busting their asses and paying their fucking dues, eventually finding themselves and who they really fucking are on the roads out there.
Your father did it, both of your uncles did it, your aunt sure as shit did it as did all of your uncles and aunts in law and your many cousins.
The thing is you've let all of this build and build until finally, you hit that boiling point and instead of letting it all run wild across the wrestling world...you box it up, because you feel that you're not done paying your dues yet and thus, you can't let loose until you're given that chance.
{David then forces Kyle to turn and face him before jabbing him square in the middle of his broad chest}
David: You got a pay per view coming up, right? Then it's time for you to stop hiding in your little box and break that anger out into its creative form all over those opponents of yours.
You got this man, be the guy that you want Kyle Valentine to be and if anyone's got a problem with that...then fuck 'em.
{For the first time in what seems to be days, Kyle finally cracks a smile as he nods in agreement with David's words}
Kyle: Alright, I'll give it a shot...but one question though.
David: Yeah?
Kyle: What about Law?
{Now at that both David and Kyle try to keep straight faces until finally they break down into fucking fits of laughter}
David: Look, I try to help my friends...not do fucking *MIRACLES*!!
{The screen fades to black}
=================================
{The screen comes back from the black with Kyle sitting on a wooden bench inside of the gym with a towel draped across his broad shoulders as he looks at the camera with a slight smirk on his face}
Kyle: Needless to say, I think that David's right. I've been holding a lot of shit in for quite a while now and I think it's high past time that I let a lot of it out.
For instance, hey Julius. I know that you think that you're some kind of fine motherfucker and hey, I can honestly respect your timeline of work here in Project Honor...but all that respect went out the fucking window the moment that you chose to continue to disrespect my partner and I after we beat you and Slade.
We busted our asses, nearly put ourselves in the ER to *EARN* those straps and the only thing that you could do was either shit on us or tell us how lucky we were to loose them. Well my fine-motherfucking-friend, I can promise you that at Disputed Territory, inside of that fine mess of a tag elimination match, the only thing that's gonna get busted is that little bald head of yours when I snatch your sorry ass up and then watch it explode when it hits the ground, then out you go as you wait for the next chance to step up and get lit up.
Now I caught my partner's little promo earlier and I can honestly reflect what he said about the so called "Big Lux" team. You guys are simply filler, like Key Lime pies at a picnic. While everyone else is gorging themselves on the Pecan, Strawberry, Peach, and other much more flavorful and fun types of pie...you're the fucking Key Limes and nobody in their right fucking mind *LIKES* Key Lime.
You've had your times in the sun and now your just riddled with skin cancer and it's time for you both to just move on.
{Kyle takes an edge of his towel and dabs at his face and forehead a few times, seemingly taking a few moments out to think before he looks back up at the camera}
Kyle: I'm sorry, but I was honestly trying to figure out what to say about the Just Friends and Levanni that hasn't been said already by someone else. I mean Dave, my friend from earlier, took a couple of minutes to explain why your two teams are in this match and I gotta agree in that you're just in it to fill space.
Nothing more or less.
I mean seriously, deep down in the bottom of your hearts do you either one of you two teams think that you've got what it takes to step into this match and come out with the win?
I'll be pleasantly surprised if one of you do, but that surprise is quickly running out every time I see one of your promos there on Project Honor television...
...and now we come to the Golden Goddesses.
{Kyle stops talking and simply hangs his head, shaking it ever so slightly before he looks up at the camera with a disgusted look on his face}
Kyle: You know, I knew...I *knew* that this day would eventually come and that my path would have to cross, your's.
No, not *your's*, Besty Gallagher. You see, I actually respect you for what you can do in that ring and how much you've busted your ass to get this fair in this industry.
It's just a shame that you chose someone like *her* for your partner.
{The disgusted look becomes one of fury}
Kyle: So tell me, Lexi. How does your little narrative fit into the fact that at the pay per view, at Disputed Territory, you have to step into a Project Honor ring against *ME* at some point throughout the entire match??
Well then...Surprise, motherfucker! You didn't think... I knew you were coming, right? (chuckles) I am so DISAPPOINTED!!! You showed so much promise, Lexi. So much fucking promise! Now here you are, trapped in the boxes of life like a fucking rat. And the thing is, I did not bring you here. I didn't make this match but I'm not going to let this once and a lifetime chance slip through my fingers like you did with so many other chances elsewhere.
{Kyle gives the camera a wolfish smile}
Kyle: And right now, you're probably wondering why I've got so much fury towards you and you can be rest assured that while you're causing your team to loose perhaps one of the most important matches of your entire career...you'll look over and realize after you've taken that oh so deadly Jecht Shot too many to the head exactly what the fury is for.
This, Betsey, is the kind of partner that they've given you or that you've chosen...and that is the horrible truth in that once you step into the ring with myself and DJ, whatever "narrative" that you two have been telling yourselves in that you'll come out the winners, is nothing but the very smoke that dies in a tornado.
At the pay per view, I do the impossible twice.
One, I'm going to ensure that the Phantom Troupe starts on it's bloody march back to greatness over the bodies of so many tag teams.
And two...I burn the fucking *BOX*!
See you all at the pay per view.
{The screen once more fades to black}