Post by darkcircle on May 25, 2022 20:31:30 GMT -5
{The screen fades in and we find ourselves in Vergil's office once again, only the head of House Urahara does not have a very happy look on his face as he looks over at the known members of his office in DJ Hunter, Ruiner, and Jason Wraith}
Jason: Are you sure that you want to do this, Vergil? I mean are we positive that it won't throw everything off?
Vergil: Of course I'm sure, I've already had this fucking discussion with DJ about it and he's of the same opinion that I am on it.
{Jason turns his attention over to the "senior partner" of the Phantom Troupe who doesn't say anything, but instead simply nods in silent agreement with Vergil as Jason turns his attention back to his long time tag team partner}
Jason: Alright, what are you justifications then?
{Vergil closes his eyes before slamming both of his hands palms down onto the top of his desk before he opens them again while glaring at Jason}
Vergil: Look, I know that I usually play the fucking goof most of the time but this isn't one of those times. I've been keeping a solid eye on the situation and I have not liked what I've been seeing there in the fucking slightest.
So howabout instead of second guessing me and shit, you fucking back me up instead?!
{Jason's eyes widened in reaction to what Vergil had said, knowing that the other man was usually very laid back and such outbursts were extremely rare if at all. The end result was Jason finally nodding in agreement}
Jason: Alright, I just wanted to make sure. It is a major decision after all and I just wanted to make sure that you're doing it right, that's what partners do after all.
Vergil: I know and I thank you for it, Jase. But this shit has been put off long enough.
{Vergil reaches over and presses a button on his desk}
Vergil: Missy, can you send in the kid please?
{A moment later Kyle Valentine walks into the room, looking more confused than anything as he notices that his partner is already in the room}
Kyle: Um...what's going on here?
Vergil: I'm going to get right down to it, Kyle. Over the past couple of months you've been a tad...off kilter and not in a good way. You allowed a perfectly good title defense to go quite wrong and it cost us the Project Honor World Tag Team championships and then you cost us a solid chance at making sure that we had a chance to challenge for our straps again by focusing all of your energy on fucking Lexi Gold of all people instead of the real threats...
Kyle: Hey, you know fucking well why...
{Again, Vergil slams his hands onto the top of his desk}
Vergil: NOT THE FUCKING POINT!! The fucking point being that you've cost us more than a couple of major chances now and plus you've basically fucked off on your Zion Wrestling contract...
Jason: Actually Vergil, can I argue that point with you real fast?
Vergil: To what end?
Jason: From what I can gather, the guy who runs Zion Wrestling is pretty much the same kind of asshole that ran places like Portland Pro Wrestling, you know the place that Marilyn Lee Cross was allowed to win a title defense again Alex Pierce when she didn't even show up for the defense because Lex didn't have cancel all of his ties with other promotions and just be with PPW?
Vergil:...Oh, so the fed head is that kind of ass hat?
Jason: Yeah, and add in the fact that Kyle wasn't exactly given a square chance to actually show what he could do in Zion. Combine that with the fact that the president of Zion is also on the roster and staff for NFW...
{Vergil holds up both of his hands and nods in agreement}
Vergil: Alright, alright. You've made your point in that the kid got screwed over there by a shitty promoter. Just like his old man and older brother did in the past as well.
{Vergil then lowered his hands as he turned his attention back to Kyle}
Vergil: But that still doesn't excuse his actions from the last few Project Honor shows and as such, my decision on him still stands. Kyle for the next few shows, you're hereby benched until either further notice or that you can get your head outta your ass and focus more on what you actually need to in the ring.
{Kyle looks around at everybody in the room and sees the look on DJ's face, usually one of solid brotherhood, Kyle can see how serious that DJ is taking this and in the end, he finally nods}
Kyle: Alright, I won't fight it...this time. But my only question is who is going to be teaming with DJ for our match at Fallout this week?
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{The screen then fades back in from the black and we see the "Elegant Assassin" himself, DJ Hunter, standing with none other than Trafalgar Law. Both men look more than ready for a fight as they are already in their wrestling gear with Law doing a little bit of shadow boxing next to his partner}
DJ: Just when the Motor City Psychos thought that they had all of the answers, we change the fucking questions! Because at Fallout this week, during this whole Gladiator Games event, Julius and Slade are not facing myself and Kyle Valentine...you two have the esteemed honor of being the first team to face off against myself and Trafalgar Law and if you two think that this changes anything, it really doesn't because in the end, you're still looking at a very solid and unified team.
Something that the Phantom Troupe hasn't been in quite a while, I'll freely admit. But now, now I feel like the right combination of talent and viciousness has been brought together for this match against the two of you psychos!
Law: Now I know that I didn’t exactly make the biggest of splashes during my time over in the Underground, but the one thing that nobody there could deny was that my dedication to the art of professional wrestling was absolute, yes I did fail to make the mark when it came to cutting those promos but that’s only you can only cut so many themed promos before they just kind of loose all flavor and turn to dust in your mouth and that’s what happened with me.
I’m not like a lot of people, such as DJ here, and be a clever wordsmith…no, I’m a straight up fucking fighter. Kind of like Julius there, but without all of the tricky dick bullshit that the mother fucker straight up tries to play with us because not only am I a member of the Phantom Troupe and House Urahara, but I’m also one of the Mechanical Animals which means that where it comes to fighting, I am the last mother fucker that you need to underestimate in that ring because from start to finish, the only way that you’ll get me to stop fighting and clawing my way to victory is by knocking me the fuck out!!
DJ: Normally I would make a comment about language, Law, but I think this is the most that you’ve been able to say about…well, anything to be honest here.
Law: That’s right, DJ. I’m live and in mother fucking living color for the first time and that fucking muzzle, I’ve done gone and ripped that fucking thing off because much like a few guys, I honestly thought that I could be a good guy, you know make a positive example and all of that good bullshit, right?
DJ: Right.
Law: But I was proven wrong each and every time that I stepped into the ring over on the Underground brand here in Project Honor. You see, Wil Pierce of the Mechanical Animals was right…there is no heroes or villains, no Babyfaces or Heels…not even Rudos or Technicos, there is only those who manage to look past such constricting prospects to one’s defining nature and he or she’s ability to grow past just that and during our match on Fallout, DJ, I’m looking forward to showing the Psychos just what being unfettered looks like…*feels* like especially when put against two of the true toughest bastards on the company’s roster.
Because this isn’t some challenge in a steel cage to see who gets the “Nexties” for the world tag straps…no, this is a fucking throw down between the Motor City Psychos and the Phantom Troupe because you two fucking yahoos said that DJ and Kyle’s victory over the two of you was a fluke or something.
{Law flashes a wide grin at the camera}
Law: But at the games this weekend, the two of you’s had better be ready for the kind of sick and twisted fight that only these two young guns of madness can unleash from the moment that the ref says, and I’m a paraphrasing Team Garou here when I say…Here We…Here We…Here We *FUCKIN* GO!!!
{DJ actually cracks a full on grin as he starts busting out laughing at that one for a solid few minutes before he finally stops and shakes his head, trying to catch his breathe as he goes before he turns back to Law}
DJ: You’ve been hanging out with the Boys again, haven’t you?
Law: Well…yeah, can you tell me anyone else who understands me better than Gabe and Davey?
DJ:...Law, don’t lie man. I know you hang with them just so that you can see…
{Law quickly clamps a hand over the mouth of DJ to prevent him from saying whatever he was going to say next much to his embarrassment}
Law: Dude, don’t say that name. The last thing I want is fucking Fairweather boy trying to mack on something that’s twenty thousand leagues outta his league!
{DJ can’t say anything as he still has Law’s hand over his mouth but he does nod in agreement to which Law removes his hand as DJ shakes his head again before he looks back at the camera}
DJ: Julius and Slade, at the Games it’s going to take a couple of complete fucking bastards to take down the Diet Tab of Psychoes in the two of you, you know…Zero Calories and just not psycho enough to take down the Phantom Troupe for the Three.
See you boys soon.
{The screen fades to black}
Jason: Are you sure that you want to do this, Vergil? I mean are we positive that it won't throw everything off?
Vergil: Of course I'm sure, I've already had this fucking discussion with DJ about it and he's of the same opinion that I am on it.
{Jason turns his attention over to the "senior partner" of the Phantom Troupe who doesn't say anything, but instead simply nods in silent agreement with Vergil as Jason turns his attention back to his long time tag team partner}
Jason: Alright, what are you justifications then?
{Vergil closes his eyes before slamming both of his hands palms down onto the top of his desk before he opens them again while glaring at Jason}
Vergil: Look, I know that I usually play the fucking goof most of the time but this isn't one of those times. I've been keeping a solid eye on the situation and I have not liked what I've been seeing there in the fucking slightest.
So howabout instead of second guessing me and shit, you fucking back me up instead?!
{Jason's eyes widened in reaction to what Vergil had said, knowing that the other man was usually very laid back and such outbursts were extremely rare if at all. The end result was Jason finally nodding in agreement}
Jason: Alright, I just wanted to make sure. It is a major decision after all and I just wanted to make sure that you're doing it right, that's what partners do after all.
Vergil: I know and I thank you for it, Jase. But this shit has been put off long enough.
{Vergil reaches over and presses a button on his desk}
Vergil: Missy, can you send in the kid please?
{A moment later Kyle Valentine walks into the room, looking more confused than anything as he notices that his partner is already in the room}
Kyle: Um...what's going on here?
Vergil: I'm going to get right down to it, Kyle. Over the past couple of months you've been a tad...off kilter and not in a good way. You allowed a perfectly good title defense to go quite wrong and it cost us the Project Honor World Tag Team championships and then you cost us a solid chance at making sure that we had a chance to challenge for our straps again by focusing all of your energy on fucking Lexi Gold of all people instead of the real threats...
Kyle: Hey, you know fucking well why...
{Again, Vergil slams his hands onto the top of his desk}
Vergil: NOT THE FUCKING POINT!! The fucking point being that you've cost us more than a couple of major chances now and plus you've basically fucked off on your Zion Wrestling contract...
Jason: Actually Vergil, can I argue that point with you real fast?
Vergil: To what end?
Jason: From what I can gather, the guy who runs Zion Wrestling is pretty much the same kind of asshole that ran places like Portland Pro Wrestling, you know the place that Marilyn Lee Cross was allowed to win a title defense again Alex Pierce when she didn't even show up for the defense because Lex didn't have cancel all of his ties with other promotions and just be with PPW?
Vergil:...Oh, so the fed head is that kind of ass hat?
Jason: Yeah, and add in the fact that Kyle wasn't exactly given a square chance to actually show what he could do in Zion. Combine that with the fact that the president of Zion is also on the roster and staff for NFW...
{Vergil holds up both of his hands and nods in agreement}
Vergil: Alright, alright. You've made your point in that the kid got screwed over there by a shitty promoter. Just like his old man and older brother did in the past as well.
{Vergil then lowered his hands as he turned his attention back to Kyle}
Vergil: But that still doesn't excuse his actions from the last few Project Honor shows and as such, my decision on him still stands. Kyle for the next few shows, you're hereby benched until either further notice or that you can get your head outta your ass and focus more on what you actually need to in the ring.
{Kyle looks around at everybody in the room and sees the look on DJ's face, usually one of solid brotherhood, Kyle can see how serious that DJ is taking this and in the end, he finally nods}
Kyle: Alright, I won't fight it...this time. But my only question is who is going to be teaming with DJ for our match at Fallout this week?
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{The screen then fades back in from the black and we see the "Elegant Assassin" himself, DJ Hunter, standing with none other than Trafalgar Law. Both men look more than ready for a fight as they are already in their wrestling gear with Law doing a little bit of shadow boxing next to his partner}
DJ: Just when the Motor City Psychos thought that they had all of the answers, we change the fucking questions! Because at Fallout this week, during this whole Gladiator Games event, Julius and Slade are not facing myself and Kyle Valentine...you two have the esteemed honor of being the first team to face off against myself and Trafalgar Law and if you two think that this changes anything, it really doesn't because in the end, you're still looking at a very solid and unified team.
Something that the Phantom Troupe hasn't been in quite a while, I'll freely admit. But now, now I feel like the right combination of talent and viciousness has been brought together for this match against the two of you psychos!
Law: Now I know that I didn’t exactly make the biggest of splashes during my time over in the Underground, but the one thing that nobody there could deny was that my dedication to the art of professional wrestling was absolute, yes I did fail to make the mark when it came to cutting those promos but that’s only you can only cut so many themed promos before they just kind of loose all flavor and turn to dust in your mouth and that’s what happened with me.
I’m not like a lot of people, such as DJ here, and be a clever wordsmith…no, I’m a straight up fucking fighter. Kind of like Julius there, but without all of the tricky dick bullshit that the mother fucker straight up tries to play with us because not only am I a member of the Phantom Troupe and House Urahara, but I’m also one of the Mechanical Animals which means that where it comes to fighting, I am the last mother fucker that you need to underestimate in that ring because from start to finish, the only way that you’ll get me to stop fighting and clawing my way to victory is by knocking me the fuck out!!
DJ: Normally I would make a comment about language, Law, but I think this is the most that you’ve been able to say about…well, anything to be honest here.
Law: That’s right, DJ. I’m live and in mother fucking living color for the first time and that fucking muzzle, I’ve done gone and ripped that fucking thing off because much like a few guys, I honestly thought that I could be a good guy, you know make a positive example and all of that good bullshit, right?
DJ: Right.
Law: But I was proven wrong each and every time that I stepped into the ring over on the Underground brand here in Project Honor. You see, Wil Pierce of the Mechanical Animals was right…there is no heroes or villains, no Babyfaces or Heels…not even Rudos or Technicos, there is only those who manage to look past such constricting prospects to one’s defining nature and he or she’s ability to grow past just that and during our match on Fallout, DJ, I’m looking forward to showing the Psychos just what being unfettered looks like…*feels* like especially when put against two of the true toughest bastards on the company’s roster.
Because this isn’t some challenge in a steel cage to see who gets the “Nexties” for the world tag straps…no, this is a fucking throw down between the Motor City Psychos and the Phantom Troupe because you two fucking yahoos said that DJ and Kyle’s victory over the two of you was a fluke or something.
{Law flashes a wide grin at the camera}
Law: But at the games this weekend, the two of you’s had better be ready for the kind of sick and twisted fight that only these two young guns of madness can unleash from the moment that the ref says, and I’m a paraphrasing Team Garou here when I say…Here We…Here We…Here We *FUCKIN* GO!!!
{DJ actually cracks a full on grin as he starts busting out laughing at that one for a solid few minutes before he finally stops and shakes his head, trying to catch his breathe as he goes before he turns back to Law}
DJ: You’ve been hanging out with the Boys again, haven’t you?
Law: Well…yeah, can you tell me anyone else who understands me better than Gabe and Davey?
DJ:...Law, don’t lie man. I know you hang with them just so that you can see…
{Law quickly clamps a hand over the mouth of DJ to prevent him from saying whatever he was going to say next much to his embarrassment}
Law: Dude, don’t say that name. The last thing I want is fucking Fairweather boy trying to mack on something that’s twenty thousand leagues outta his league!
{DJ can’t say anything as he still has Law’s hand over his mouth but he does nod in agreement to which Law removes his hand as DJ shakes his head again before he looks back at the camera}
DJ: Julius and Slade, at the Games it’s going to take a couple of complete fucking bastards to take down the Diet Tab of Psychoes in the two of you, you know…Zero Calories and just not psycho enough to take down the Phantom Troupe for the Three.
See you boys soon.
{The screen fades to black}