04-24-2024, 03:03 PM
Date: A couple of hours after the PPV
Location: #421, University Hospital in Newark, NJ
{The screen static jumps to the inside of the University Hospital in Newark New Jersey, where he was taken after his match with Kimberly Williams and at the moment, the area surrounding his hospital room resembles a small armed camp with Irvine sitting outside of his door while Kyle Gibson eat some street corn flavored almonds while leaning against the wall next to him while Chris, in a combination of his street clothes and ring gear, is talking on the phone to someone near-by but ends the call a moment later}
"Well Chris?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.
"They'll be right up. They got the rest of our gear from the venue before heading on over here." Chris explained as he slipped his phone into a pocket before the elevator nearby "dinged" at them at which point the doors opened and the rest of the Phantom Troupe came out-Dylan Maverick, DJ Hunter, and David Belmont who brought up the rear with David's black messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
DJ walked right up to Chris, taking a moment to run a hand through his short black hair and with a worried look on his face. "Alright, what's the verdict?" he inquired troublingly.
Chris indicated the room next to them, "Multiple lacerations, heavy bruising, they had to pull more than roughly thirty staples out of his forearms, chest, and head. Not to mention that he fell from the top of the structure itself to the ground below, furthermore bruising his ribs." Chris explained in a quiet tone so as not to disturb the other patients that late.
"Shit…shit shit shit!!” Dylan started to go off as he started pacing back and forth with a look of pure stress on his face while Belmont simply took in everything like he usually did and nodded before looking at the Hawaiian bruiser.
“It could be worse, Dylan.” was all that Belmont said.
This caused Dylan to come up short and look at the other man, “And how the *fuck* could it be worse?” he asked in a deadly serious tone.
“He could’ve snapped his neck.” Belmont said plainly.
Dylan just looked at Belmont for a moment before nodding slowly. “Point.” he admitted freely before adding as an after thought, "How did he fall all the way down to the base of the structure?"
Kyle coughed to get people's attention, "The general idea is that he was so slick with blood, sweat, and ghost pepper infused water that it made him slip from the second tier and down to the ground below, but since he was already rolled up in a ball from the first impact, it helped to soften the second and third ones." the bearded man explained.
Belmont chuckled slightly before turning to look at Chris, “Alright. What’s the plan now?”
“Alright, the plan is simple. Since Kimberly beat David at the pay per view fair and clean, no acts of vengeance is to be taken out on her for beating Davey-boy. Secondly, all business with NFW is on hold until we can get the shit there figured out.” DJ explained, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean seriously, there is some serious shit going on over there that none of us are liking.”
“Fair enough, but what about the twin shits?” Belmont asked.
“Who?”
“Braddock and Lohan? They managed to slip through and get the victory against Marie and Chris on the same pay per view tonight.” Belmont explained slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I mean they beat all of the other teams in the match and then bragged about how they got away with things.”
Chris nodded but otherwise stayed silent, mostly because he was still furious with himself that he wasn’t able to get either half of Twisted and Sadistic’s throats under his fingers that night despite his best efforts….
Belmont noticed that Chris was surprisingly quiet and looked down at the other man’s hands, taking note that they were opening and closing like he was trying to stay calm or something, at which point looked over at Dylan who had a sinister looking smile on his face.
“Who said they got away from fucking with the Troupe and our people scot free?” was all that Dylan said.
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The screen then shifts to another location and we find ourselves outside of a Bucc-ii’s of all places, and this is where we find none other than the “Ronin” himself, Chris Dumont, who has a somewhat serious and somber look on his face as he is apparently still thinking about the series of events from a few days before…or that was until suddenly a hand thrusting a large plastic bag full of dusky brown and cream colored squares is suddenly thrust into his face}
“Two pounds of Bucc-ii’s salted caramel cheesecake fudge…as promised!” a man’s voice said rather proudly from just out of view that quickly caused Chris to jump slightly as he turned to regard which turned out to be Belmont as he-along with Kyle and Dylan-all come out of the store carrying all kinds of assorted bags. “*NOW* we’re ready to continue this trip to Breakdown.”
“Um…thanks?” Chris said as he accepted the fudge and the group got back into the car and headed down the road, listening to some classic metal as they went and after a hundred or so miles, Kyle was the one to finally break the silence.
“So, do you think that you’re ready for your match against Marie, Chris?” the tallest member of their group asked as he popped a few of his almonds into his mouth. “I mean this is your first title match anywhere, right?”
Nodding, Chris said “Yeah, just don’t think that I’ve earned this match though.”
“What do you mean by that?” Kyle asked, pausing in his chewing long enough to ask that question.
“I mean three matches in and already I’ve got a title match and on top of that, it’s against someone that I tagged with in my second match ever, that’s what I mean.” Chris explained while casting an eye over at the bearded man. “I mean I went into the pay per view so confident that I was going to pull what my dad did back in his pay per view debut that I just threw caution to the wind and look at what happened.”
Kyle nodded, “So you lost one match and think that it’s too early for you to challenge for a belt, aye?”
Chris could only nod.
Kyle raised one of his eyebrows as he looked over at Chris for a long moment before chuckling. “You’re worrying over bullshit.”
“Oh, and how is this bullshit?”
“Because if the people in charge didn’t see anything in you, they wouldn’t have given you this chance to prove yourself.” Belmont said from his spot driving. “I mean you didn’t hear Davey-boy complaining did you?”
Chris arched an eyebrow at Belmont on that one. “That’s because David’s been doing this longer than I have, so he’s got the history in this industry thus far while I’m still a dark horse…” he started to say.
“HEY…that’s my scthick!” Belmont said while casting a mock-dark look at Chris via the rear-view mirror.
“...not the point, Belmont. But I guess it’s just me questioning why giving me a title shot after I lost the first one with Marie?” Chris asked in a simple matter.
“First things first, the match that you had at taking the leap was simply to determine the next top contenders for the tag team titles, something that Braddock and Lohan had apparently kept pushing and pushing the SCW front office about until they had enough of their shit…” Belmont started to explain.
“Until those two bitches created a chaotic atmosphere that allowed them to slip in and steal that chance from a more worthy team.” Kyle pointed out.
“Agreed, but the point of the matter is that it’s not your fault that you lost the match. You busted your ass for it and to promotion heads, that kind of dedication is worthy of a title shot no matter how new or old you are to a company.” Belmont finished. “Now can someone open me a bag of beaver nuggets, I’m getting kind of hungry here.”
“So that aside, does anyone know what the plan is to do about Braddock and Lohan? I mean are they honestly getting off scot free or what, Dy?” Chris asked, honestly interested.
Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle as he held an open bag of Beaver Nuggets up for Belmont to grab some as he drove. “Man, don’t let those two bints bother you. Right now what you need to do is get up inside of yourself and focus on the job at hand and that’s to lay the smack down on Marie and bring the SCW Television championship home to the Troupe.”
“...well, as much as you can do in a respectable manner. I mean she is well liked, respectable, and all that jazz.” Belmont pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah. Wouldn’t mind dating her crazy ass sister though.” Dylan added.
Now not many things could bring an eclectic group like the four men from the Phantom Troupe that were currently in the car together-even someone like Kyle who was actually considered to be a “Rhodes Scholar” compared to the rest of the lot of them-just kind of, well *blinked* as he heard that.
Dylan’s only response;
“What?”
“The thing you said….it hurts our heads!” was the only thing that Belmont could think to say.
“Oh haha..fuck you! What’s wrong with her then?” Dylan countered.
Belmont’s eyes narrowed slightly as he cast a sideways glance at Dylan while also keeping an eye on the road. “Unlike some of the others in this car at the moment, *I* have met your ex’s, Dylan…”
The Hawaiian Bruiser rolled his eyes. “And?”
“Seriously dude, gonna cut down your corndog intake if you can’t feel what I’m saying.”
“Look, she wouldn’t look at me twice and besides, she might have the eyes for Davey-boy after he set her up with the Long Road match at the last pay per view. Besides, I’m still trying to help DJ figure out what the fuck is going on in NFW before we figure out what to do next.” Dylan countered.
Chris rolled his eyes as he pushed the conversation out of his head, sure he loved riding in this particular car because both Kyle and Belmont both had histories in this industry before he got started in it and both men also helped to train him back at the Apocalypse Academy wrestling school..but Dylan was right, now wasn’t the time to focus on anything else than the fight that was coming up ahead. Yes, he respected Marie and all of her accomplishments, but Chris needed to do something that would put his stamp on his time in SCW no matter what.
Maybe this was going to be it.
But still as that one thought kept repeating through his mind, an even bigger and much furious one kept slamming its way back to the forefront of his mind;
Braddock and Lohan getting the jump on him on the last edition of Breakdown.
Chris couldn’t help but let out a low growl as he thought about how they got the jump on him, tossed him around like he was a nobody…sure Braddock might be a second generation wrestler like he was but there was one key difference;
She was a Braddock, used to being spoiled and getting her way.
But he was a *DUMONT*...and he was a RIGHT *BASTARD*!
There had to be something to be done to get both jobs done in a singular night. Now all he had to do was figure out how to go about things so that he didn’t screw up everything him all in one go.
Meanwhile up in the front of the car, Dylan was enjoying himself as he did enjoy the arguments that he had with Belmont before his phone buzzed at him and he reached into a pocket to take a quick gander at the message.
D-Mav: Anything decided?
BOSS: Yes, keep Chris on target. As for the other item-the contracts are being worked on as we speak. Remember…stay on target!
With that Dylan gave a quiet little dark chuckle which brought a raised eyebrow from Belmont to which Dylan only gave a sly little smile in return as the car headed into the distance.
<FIN>
Location: #421, University Hospital in Newark, NJ
{The screen static jumps to the inside of the University Hospital in Newark New Jersey, where he was taken after his match with Kimberly Williams and at the moment, the area surrounding his hospital room resembles a small armed camp with Irvine sitting outside of his door while Kyle Gibson eat some street corn flavored almonds while leaning against the wall next to him while Chris, in a combination of his street clothes and ring gear, is talking on the phone to someone near-by but ends the call a moment later}
"Well Chris?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.
"They'll be right up. They got the rest of our gear from the venue before heading on over here." Chris explained as he slipped his phone into a pocket before the elevator nearby "dinged" at them at which point the doors opened and the rest of the Phantom Troupe came out-Dylan Maverick, DJ Hunter, and David Belmont who brought up the rear with David's black messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
DJ walked right up to Chris, taking a moment to run a hand through his short black hair and with a worried look on his face. "Alright, what's the verdict?" he inquired troublingly.
Chris indicated the room next to them, "Multiple lacerations, heavy bruising, they had to pull more than roughly thirty staples out of his forearms, chest, and head. Not to mention that he fell from the top of the structure itself to the ground below, furthermore bruising his ribs." Chris explained in a quiet tone so as not to disturb the other patients that late.
"Shit…shit shit shit!!” Dylan started to go off as he started pacing back and forth with a look of pure stress on his face while Belmont simply took in everything like he usually did and nodded before looking at the Hawaiian bruiser.
“It could be worse, Dylan.” was all that Belmont said.
This caused Dylan to come up short and look at the other man, “And how the *fuck* could it be worse?” he asked in a deadly serious tone.
“He could’ve snapped his neck.” Belmont said plainly.
Dylan just looked at Belmont for a moment before nodding slowly. “Point.” he admitted freely before adding as an after thought, "How did he fall all the way down to the base of the structure?"
Kyle coughed to get people's attention, "The general idea is that he was so slick with blood, sweat, and ghost pepper infused water that it made him slip from the second tier and down to the ground below, but since he was already rolled up in a ball from the first impact, it helped to soften the second and third ones." the bearded man explained.
Belmont chuckled slightly before turning to look at Chris, “Alright. What’s the plan now?”
“Alright, the plan is simple. Since Kimberly beat David at the pay per view fair and clean, no acts of vengeance is to be taken out on her for beating Davey-boy. Secondly, all business with NFW is on hold until we can get the shit there figured out.” DJ explained, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean seriously, there is some serious shit going on over there that none of us are liking.”
“Fair enough, but what about the twin shits?” Belmont asked.
“Who?”
“Braddock and Lohan? They managed to slip through and get the victory against Marie and Chris on the same pay per view tonight.” Belmont explained slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I mean they beat all of the other teams in the match and then bragged about how they got away with things.”
Chris nodded but otherwise stayed silent, mostly because he was still furious with himself that he wasn’t able to get either half of Twisted and Sadistic’s throats under his fingers that night despite his best efforts….
Belmont noticed that Chris was surprisingly quiet and looked down at the other man’s hands, taking note that they were opening and closing like he was trying to stay calm or something, at which point looked over at Dylan who had a sinister looking smile on his face.
“Who said they got away from fucking with the Troupe and our people scot free?” was all that Dylan said.
=====================================================
The screen then shifts to another location and we find ourselves outside of a Bucc-ii’s of all places, and this is where we find none other than the “Ronin” himself, Chris Dumont, who has a somewhat serious and somber look on his face as he is apparently still thinking about the series of events from a few days before…or that was until suddenly a hand thrusting a large plastic bag full of dusky brown and cream colored squares is suddenly thrust into his face}
“Two pounds of Bucc-ii’s salted caramel cheesecake fudge…as promised!” a man’s voice said rather proudly from just out of view that quickly caused Chris to jump slightly as he turned to regard which turned out to be Belmont as he-along with Kyle and Dylan-all come out of the store carrying all kinds of assorted bags. “*NOW* we’re ready to continue this trip to Breakdown.”
“Um…thanks?” Chris said as he accepted the fudge and the group got back into the car and headed down the road, listening to some classic metal as they went and after a hundred or so miles, Kyle was the one to finally break the silence.
“So, do you think that you’re ready for your match against Marie, Chris?” the tallest member of their group asked as he popped a few of his almonds into his mouth. “I mean this is your first title match anywhere, right?”
Nodding, Chris said “Yeah, just don’t think that I’ve earned this match though.”
“What do you mean by that?” Kyle asked, pausing in his chewing long enough to ask that question.
“I mean three matches in and already I’ve got a title match and on top of that, it’s against someone that I tagged with in my second match ever, that’s what I mean.” Chris explained while casting an eye over at the bearded man. “I mean I went into the pay per view so confident that I was going to pull what my dad did back in his pay per view debut that I just threw caution to the wind and look at what happened.”
Kyle nodded, “So you lost one match and think that it’s too early for you to challenge for a belt, aye?”
Chris could only nod.
Kyle raised one of his eyebrows as he looked over at Chris for a long moment before chuckling. “You’re worrying over bullshit.”
“Oh, and how is this bullshit?”
“Because if the people in charge didn’t see anything in you, they wouldn’t have given you this chance to prove yourself.” Belmont said from his spot driving. “I mean you didn’t hear Davey-boy complaining did you?”
Chris arched an eyebrow at Belmont on that one. “That’s because David’s been doing this longer than I have, so he’s got the history in this industry thus far while I’m still a dark horse…” he started to say.
“HEY…that’s my scthick!” Belmont said while casting a mock-dark look at Chris via the rear-view mirror.
“...not the point, Belmont. But I guess it’s just me questioning why giving me a title shot after I lost the first one with Marie?” Chris asked in a simple matter.
“First things first, the match that you had at taking the leap was simply to determine the next top contenders for the tag team titles, something that Braddock and Lohan had apparently kept pushing and pushing the SCW front office about until they had enough of their shit…” Belmont started to explain.
“Until those two bitches created a chaotic atmosphere that allowed them to slip in and steal that chance from a more worthy team.” Kyle pointed out.
“Agreed, but the point of the matter is that it’s not your fault that you lost the match. You busted your ass for it and to promotion heads, that kind of dedication is worthy of a title shot no matter how new or old you are to a company.” Belmont finished. “Now can someone open me a bag of beaver nuggets, I’m getting kind of hungry here.”
“So that aside, does anyone know what the plan is to do about Braddock and Lohan? I mean are they honestly getting off scot free or what, Dy?” Chris asked, honestly interested.
Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle as he held an open bag of Beaver Nuggets up for Belmont to grab some as he drove. “Man, don’t let those two bints bother you. Right now what you need to do is get up inside of yourself and focus on the job at hand and that’s to lay the smack down on Marie and bring the SCW Television championship home to the Troupe.”
“...well, as much as you can do in a respectable manner. I mean she is well liked, respectable, and all that jazz.” Belmont pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah. Wouldn’t mind dating her crazy ass sister though.” Dylan added.
Now not many things could bring an eclectic group like the four men from the Phantom Troupe that were currently in the car together-even someone like Kyle who was actually considered to be a “Rhodes Scholar” compared to the rest of the lot of them-just kind of, well *blinked* as he heard that.
Dylan’s only response;
“What?”
“The thing you said….it hurts our heads!” was the only thing that Belmont could think to say.
“Oh haha..fuck you! What’s wrong with her then?” Dylan countered.
Belmont’s eyes narrowed slightly as he cast a sideways glance at Dylan while also keeping an eye on the road. “Unlike some of the others in this car at the moment, *I* have met your ex’s, Dylan…”
The Hawaiian Bruiser rolled his eyes. “And?”
“Seriously dude, gonna cut down your corndog intake if you can’t feel what I’m saying.”
“Look, she wouldn’t look at me twice and besides, she might have the eyes for Davey-boy after he set her up with the Long Road match at the last pay per view. Besides, I’m still trying to help DJ figure out what the fuck is going on in NFW before we figure out what to do next.” Dylan countered.
Chris rolled his eyes as he pushed the conversation out of his head, sure he loved riding in this particular car because both Kyle and Belmont both had histories in this industry before he got started in it and both men also helped to train him back at the Apocalypse Academy wrestling school..but Dylan was right, now wasn’t the time to focus on anything else than the fight that was coming up ahead. Yes, he respected Marie and all of her accomplishments, but Chris needed to do something that would put his stamp on his time in SCW no matter what.
Maybe this was going to be it.
But still as that one thought kept repeating through his mind, an even bigger and much furious one kept slamming its way back to the forefront of his mind;
Braddock and Lohan getting the jump on him on the last edition of Breakdown.
Chris couldn’t help but let out a low growl as he thought about how they got the jump on him, tossed him around like he was a nobody…sure Braddock might be a second generation wrestler like he was but there was one key difference;
She was a Braddock, used to being spoiled and getting her way.
But he was a *DUMONT*...and he was a RIGHT *BASTARD*!
There had to be something to be done to get both jobs done in a singular night. Now all he had to do was figure out how to go about things so that he didn’t screw up everything him all in one go.
Meanwhile up in the front of the car, Dylan was enjoying himself as he did enjoy the arguments that he had with Belmont before his phone buzzed at him and he reached into a pocket to take a quick gander at the message.
D-Mav: Anything decided?
BOSS: Yes, keep Chris on target. As for the other item-the contracts are being worked on as we speak. Remember…stay on target!
With that Dylan gave a quiet little dark chuckle which brought a raised eyebrow from Belmont to which Dylan only gave a sly little smile in return as the car headed into the distance.
<FIN>