03-04-2024, 11:57 AM
{The screen static jumps to a shot of a nice house in the Rosedale-Moore Park neighborhood of Toronto, Ontario, Canada which is where we find Chris Dumont walking up the stone path to the front door where he knocks on it a couple of times before stepping back and a few moments later, the door opens to reveal a very attractive Chinese woman with a curious look on her face}
Woman: CJ?
Chris: Yeah Cassandra, it’s me.
{The woman, Cassandra, gives Chris a big smile before taking a couple of steps forward and hugging him}
Cassandra: Hiya there, kiddo. You know that this is your home as much as anything.
Chris: I know, but I didn’t want to disturb anything since you and dad could be…enjoying the quiet?
{Cassandra laughs before punching Chris square in the right shoulder}
Cassandra: Very funny kiddo, just because I’m your stepmother doesn’t mean that I can’t kick your ass. But seriously, come on in. Josh is at work and your dad is in his cave.
{Chris followed his step mother into the house that he grew up in partially throughout his life, closing the front door behind him before following Cassandra through the large house to the door that lead his father’s downstairs second floor office that overlooked the greater downtown area slightly below where the house was before he knocked on the door to his father’s office}
Voice: Enter!
{Chris then opened the door and stepped in, seeing his father looking over a video of a Trios match that was playing on a flat screen before him}
Chris: What’s this?
Reno: ECWF’s Untaken pay per view from a couple of weeks ago. The Rogues recaptured the World Trios titles there successfully without too much effort. I mean sure, the news boards say that they won the belts after a hard fought battle, but the truth of the matter is that the Frenzy brothers simply spent more time gloating and boasting then they did actually trying to beat my team.
{Reno Dumont, the man once known internationally as the “One Man Crime Spree”, arched an eyebrow over at his eldest son}
Reno: And what exactly are you doing here, Chris? I thought you’d already be in Glendale for the SCW pay per view?
Chris: The show isn’t for a couple of more days, I can fly back to Glendale tomorrow and not miss it, I guess that I just needed to touch base with you again about everything.
Reno: Sure Sure, if that’s what this is truly all about.
Chris: What does that mean, dad?
{Reno turned in his chair to look at his elder son with a critical eye, the same look that he gave him when Chris said that he wanted to become a professional wrestler back then too}
Reno: Look, in just a couple of days you’ve got your debut for a major promotion..and it’s a six man tag against one of the company’s biggest names and champions at that. It doesn’t hurt to admit that you’re a little bit overwhelmed at the very least.
Chris: Alright, I’ll give you that much, dad. I guess it’s that I’m concerned that I’ll disappoint you in my debut somehow maybe?
{Reno gives his son a short, searching look for a couple of moments before he picks up the remote, inputs a code, and brings up something else on the screen that Chris recognizes quickly}
Chris; That’s Dakon of the Nation.
{Reno doesn’t say anything at first but nods as he motions at the screen and the two men watch Dakon’s little “promo” from start to end, at which point Chris is seething but Reno simply gives his elder child a slight smirk}
Reno: I want you to understand me, Christopher, and understand me well. The only way that you’ll disappoint me in your debut is if you don’t bloody that little bitch right there somehow or way. I mean did you hear everything that he said in that little bit of promo?
{Chris doesn’t say anything but he slowly nods}
Reno: And tell me, what exactly did you take from this?
Chris: That the sawed off little mother fucker doesn’t know a damned thing that he was talking about. He makes it sound like the girls are some kind of freaking they are freaking Lex Luthor level masterminds and that they were already attacking him and Ludvig when the girls were just fucking backstage and shit for instance!!
Reno: If I was stepping into the ring with this Dakon fuck, do you know what I’d be saying to him right now?
{Chris shakes his head slowly, the anger bleeding off of him as his father slowly turned in his chair before running his right hand over his bald head before fixing Chris with a hard look}
Reno: I’d start by pointing out to him that while he might fucking like the drugs but the drugs don’t like him because his view on reality is fucked harder than Jenna Haze in a gangbang scene! I’d then be tearing his puny little world apart, verb for very, word for word until finally I’d simply point out that when he did see me at the pay per view then I’d be fucking kicking his head off before mounting it over my toilet in the master bathroom of my house where he’d be doing nothing more than serving his true purpose for the rest of his fucking miserable existence!!
{Reno’s eyes narrow sharply}
Reno: But then again, he did make one solid point in his entire promo…one that you need to fix his little fucking red wagon for right off the back.
You need to properly *introduce* yourself to him…by making the fucker *BLEED*.
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{The screen does a static jump and we find ourselves in a wooded area somewhere with a glorious view of downtown Toronto gracing the skyline behind us in a glorious mixture of neon lights and the last fiery rays of the setting sun intermixing as we see the “Ronin” himself fixing the camera with a very hard look on his face}
Chris: You know Dakon, I will say that out of that entire fucking farce that you called a promo, you were right about one singular thing and one singular thing only;
You don’t know who I am.
And that’s understandable…even though in my first promo for this match I pointed out that at Retribution this my fucking debut and it’s not one that I intend on loosing. Especially not to a little weak minded person like you.
So you attacked the girls simply because “You could”...wow, you know I grew up in this great sport of professional wrestling and I literally have heard every single excuse that anyone has given for attacking another tag team and to which I can honestly say that your so called reasoning is the most weapons grade level of hippo shit that I’ve ever had the dishonor of being around, Dakon.
“We attacked you bimbos because we could”.
So I guess by that same dumb fuck logic that you employed about why you attacked the girls that if I were to constantly smash my elbow across your jaw enough times until I completely shatter it, then it’s cool if I use the same logic for that then, eh bruv?
But I got to be honest with you, Dakon, you're entire piece of shit rant that you honestly believe would be considered a promo anywhere but Extremely Awful Wrestling up in New Jersey and only then you'd be a curtain jerker, even by *THEIR* standards.
The only reason why you even claim this "but we don't follow the rules about earning title matches" is because the two of you completely and utterly fucking suck as a team without Konrad's guidance and yes, he's out there seeking out what he wants to do with his own post wrestling career, but how the two of you fucking handle yourselves without his guidance shows that neither one of you fucking deserve to be in this sport that my parents made a very successful living in, Dakon. You're bragging about how great you are in one breath while insulting the very division that you claim to be such a great part of in the next.
I'm sorry, but the sheer STUPIDITY of that thing you sprouted just kind of boggles the mind in the long run of things.
Now about your little side rant about how you're making your names known by attacking the other teams, allow me to correct your sorry ass by using my own father as an example. He held not only a combined thirty six reigns as a tag team champion across a career that stretched across twenty one years, but he was also a multi time world heavyweight champion as well, not to mention the smattering of various singles titles that he also held.
Sometimes he was a world champion AND a world tag team champion, having to wrestle multiple times on the same fucking card and he never once complained about it because he fucking loved this industry and it loved him back!!
Unlike you, Dakon, who couldn't earn a singles title if you're opponent was one of those Snorlax pokemon pillows that was cut in two and stapled to the fucking ring apron!!
Now as for me being the girls' lackey...again, you're showing your ignorance and uncreatively by simply trying to think and your stupidity is showing still.
I'm nobodies lackey, Dakon. I mean just because you are and you're feeling lonely now that Ludvig has a girl apparently...well, that speaks for itself. But I helped David attack you guys because this bullshit of yours, that's over. I mean just because yes, the girls did hijack the name of a company pay per view for their own...but wouldn't you get tired of being called the Playgirls as well as you try to find your own identity?
{Chris stops and thinks for a moment before he strokes his beard thoughtfully for an instant}
Chris: No, strike that...because that would imply that you actually try and think about shit before you say or even do them, Dakon. No, the real reason why you have an issue with the girls is because they've fucking beaten you in the past and you are so desperate to get that heat back, no matter what the cost because your fragile little ego can't handle the fact that you lost to a supposedly inferior tag team.
"Oh noes, the hoes beat the Firey Europeans, we gots to get our heat back before our fire burns out!! PRAISE THE SUN!!!"
{Chris gives the camera a evil smirk before he chuckles for a moment}
Chris: I'm sorry, I just had to add a little bit of a Dark Suns reference to that quip because it was the only way to make something so incredibly stupid be actually funny somehow!
Now as for your part of the rant about *moi*, allow me to retort by simply saying that your entire little rant about me makes about as much sense as if you were to put on a poop emoji costume and start calling yourself Cornholio, Dakon.
Did that last statement make sense to you, no?
Good, because your entire rant about me is about the same.
I'm telling you what the fuck to do because I've met and hung out with European wrestlers my entire life because I've grown up in these locker rooms, and even the heel European wrestlers had more honor and respect than you could even fake, and this false bravado of yours is *exactly* the reason why David and I jumped your sorry asses on the last edition of Breakdown, and as for why I didn't attack Enigma, the answer and reasoning behind that was simple;
He didn't cross David's line.
Unlike you.
You see while you might look down on guys like David and I for helping the girls last week, by making them quote be cowards or whatever bullshit that you kept spewing, we backed them up because that's what we do-we back up our freaky brothers and sisters, the cool atom cats, and those who need friends.
I am SSOOOOO looking forward to breaking your face at Retribution.
I mean seriously, I honestly did not think that my debut match for any company would actually have some dipshit spew so much garbage that it would actually get under my skin...and I'm a *Dumont* for the sake of fuck, we're known globally for having thick skin.
But you Dakon, somehow you've managed to be so epically stupid that I'm surprised that you haven't been chemically neutrated by your tag partner Ludvig yet!!
{Chris stops and then runs his hands through his short hair, closing his eyes as he does so in an attempt to calm and center himself for a couple of moments before he slowly opens his eyes and looks hard into the camera's pickup}
Chris: At Retribution, I am going to show you just how relevant I am to this company by making you scream for me, Dakon. Every chance that I get during our tag match, I'm going to take one of your arms and I'm going to do things to it that no human being should ever have done to it because I'm going to bend it in directions that is physically impossible for you to bend it in, I'm going to seperate your shoulder blades and then pop both of those arms behind you and then make you keep them there for the rest of your pathetic existence.
This is not some idle threat like you spewed during that pathetic excuse for a promo, Dakon. That is a *promise* that you're not leaving the pay per view as the winner of anything because while you boys and Enigma are not in any shape, manner, fashion, nor form attempting a unified front...as a matter of fact it seems that Enigma has no interest in actually wrestling this match other than you not embarrassing him by loosing...but me and the girls are.
Aisling has already stated that she and Colleen are going to be following my example because, unlike you two in Bitch Nation, I happen to be just like my partner David in that I see pure and untapped potential in them, and yes...they have gotten off to a rough start but with the right people backing and supporting them, I can honestly see them being the future SCW World Tag Team champions while you and Ludvig, Dakon, are still jerking the curtain for starting teams around here.
I mean seriously Dakon, how's it going to feel when you get to the pay per view and the very opponents that you have belittled and told are nothing before you push that envelope and show you that your version of reality isn't just rejected, but compeltely blown the *FUCK* away by a level of talent that you just were not expecting?
How are you going to deal with yourself if Aisling hits a move on you, Dakon, that you never expected her of doing...what are you going to do when you're caught in one of those corners by Colleen and you're laid to fucking *waste* by her simply chopping your chest until you're nothing more than two hundred twenty pounds of chopped hamburger...
But honestly, if that spewing of toxic level stupidity is what you consider to be your "finest" or "best" promo there, Dakon, then honestly I can't even begin to understand how you've made it even this far as a professional wrestler, let alone have gotten any victories thus far in your career.
I mean hells, that's probably the reason why Konrad wanted you and Ludvig to team...I mean somebody with actual *talent* had to help keep you from floundering around for a paycheck in my family's industry, right?
{Chris then stops and shakes his head sadly for a moment before a very dry, dark laugh escapes him}
Chris: And here I thought I was actually going to have some fun in my debut for SCW, but apparently instead I have to spend the entirety of the pay per view introducing some no talent, no brained little *bitch* by the name of Dakon Theron what it means to step to his superiors in the form of the Ronin himself, Christopher Dumont, and Dakon, allow me to put your mind at ease because I know right now, you’re actually pissing in your boots in fear knowing that the so called irrelevant guy is in fact a second generation fucking wrestling *GOD* that you’ve done and pissed off…and come the pay per view, I’m going to unmake your sorry ass.
Now normally I don’t deal with things that are Picayune…oh wait, you don’t know what means do you?
Picayune is New Orleans slang for something small or petty…you know, Dakon, you in a fucking *nutshell*!
Oh…and Enigma, consider this beating at the pay per view a gift from me…to you.
Namely as a sign of things to come, should you step to me again.
See you all at the pay per view.
{Chris tosses the camera a little wave before he walks out of the camera’s view, the screen then static jumping to black}
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Cassandra: Okay, that was eerie.
{Chris looked over at where his stepmother was hitting the submit button on her iPhone to send the video to Reno’s desktop so that they could clean up the video for ambient noise and such before sending it up the line to SCW}
Chris: What’s that, Cassandra?
Cassandra: That promo, it was like watching your dad cut his first one back for IWF in the hours before that first match of his. The same fire and everything, what do you think?
Reno: I’m thinking that if Ludvig has any form of thought that he needs to keep his partner out of sight before you all’s match, otherwise he might not make it that far.
{Chris couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head as he shares a fist bump with his father}
Reno: Seriously though, since you’ve already said that you’re not leaving till tomorrow. Stay for some dinner, I’m sure Josh wouldn’t mind spending some time with his big brother and besides, I think that I’ve got a thing or two that I can show you that’ll help you this weekend.
{Chris nods in agreement as the Dumont family heads back inside the house as the camera fades to final black}
Woman: CJ?
Chris: Yeah Cassandra, it’s me.
{The woman, Cassandra, gives Chris a big smile before taking a couple of steps forward and hugging him}
Cassandra: Hiya there, kiddo. You know that this is your home as much as anything.
Chris: I know, but I didn’t want to disturb anything since you and dad could be…enjoying the quiet?
{Cassandra laughs before punching Chris square in the right shoulder}
Cassandra: Very funny kiddo, just because I’m your stepmother doesn’t mean that I can’t kick your ass. But seriously, come on in. Josh is at work and your dad is in his cave.
{Chris followed his step mother into the house that he grew up in partially throughout his life, closing the front door behind him before following Cassandra through the large house to the door that lead his father’s downstairs second floor office that overlooked the greater downtown area slightly below where the house was before he knocked on the door to his father’s office}
Voice: Enter!
{Chris then opened the door and stepped in, seeing his father looking over a video of a Trios match that was playing on a flat screen before him}
Chris: What’s this?
Reno: ECWF’s Untaken pay per view from a couple of weeks ago. The Rogues recaptured the World Trios titles there successfully without too much effort. I mean sure, the news boards say that they won the belts after a hard fought battle, but the truth of the matter is that the Frenzy brothers simply spent more time gloating and boasting then they did actually trying to beat my team.
{Reno Dumont, the man once known internationally as the “One Man Crime Spree”, arched an eyebrow over at his eldest son}
Reno: And what exactly are you doing here, Chris? I thought you’d already be in Glendale for the SCW pay per view?
Chris: The show isn’t for a couple of more days, I can fly back to Glendale tomorrow and not miss it, I guess that I just needed to touch base with you again about everything.
Reno: Sure Sure, if that’s what this is truly all about.
Chris: What does that mean, dad?
{Reno turned in his chair to look at his elder son with a critical eye, the same look that he gave him when Chris said that he wanted to become a professional wrestler back then too}
Reno: Look, in just a couple of days you’ve got your debut for a major promotion..and it’s a six man tag against one of the company’s biggest names and champions at that. It doesn’t hurt to admit that you’re a little bit overwhelmed at the very least.
Chris: Alright, I’ll give you that much, dad. I guess it’s that I’m concerned that I’ll disappoint you in my debut somehow maybe?
{Reno gives his son a short, searching look for a couple of moments before he picks up the remote, inputs a code, and brings up something else on the screen that Chris recognizes quickly}
Chris; That’s Dakon of the Nation.
{Reno doesn’t say anything at first but nods as he motions at the screen and the two men watch Dakon’s little “promo” from start to end, at which point Chris is seething but Reno simply gives his elder child a slight smirk}
Reno: I want you to understand me, Christopher, and understand me well. The only way that you’ll disappoint me in your debut is if you don’t bloody that little bitch right there somehow or way. I mean did you hear everything that he said in that little bit of promo?
{Chris doesn’t say anything but he slowly nods}
Reno: And tell me, what exactly did you take from this?
Chris: That the sawed off little mother fucker doesn’t know a damned thing that he was talking about. He makes it sound like the girls are some kind of freaking they are freaking Lex Luthor level masterminds and that they were already attacking him and Ludvig when the girls were just fucking backstage and shit for instance!!
Reno: If I was stepping into the ring with this Dakon fuck, do you know what I’d be saying to him right now?
{Chris shakes his head slowly, the anger bleeding off of him as his father slowly turned in his chair before running his right hand over his bald head before fixing Chris with a hard look}
Reno: I’d start by pointing out to him that while he might fucking like the drugs but the drugs don’t like him because his view on reality is fucked harder than Jenna Haze in a gangbang scene! I’d then be tearing his puny little world apart, verb for very, word for word until finally I’d simply point out that when he did see me at the pay per view then I’d be fucking kicking his head off before mounting it over my toilet in the master bathroom of my house where he’d be doing nothing more than serving his true purpose for the rest of his fucking miserable existence!!
{Reno’s eyes narrow sharply}
Reno: But then again, he did make one solid point in his entire promo…one that you need to fix his little fucking red wagon for right off the back.
You need to properly *introduce* yourself to him…by making the fucker *BLEED*.
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{The screen does a static jump and we find ourselves in a wooded area somewhere with a glorious view of downtown Toronto gracing the skyline behind us in a glorious mixture of neon lights and the last fiery rays of the setting sun intermixing as we see the “Ronin” himself fixing the camera with a very hard look on his face}
Chris: You know Dakon, I will say that out of that entire fucking farce that you called a promo, you were right about one singular thing and one singular thing only;
You don’t know who I am.
And that’s understandable…even though in my first promo for this match I pointed out that at Retribution this my fucking debut and it’s not one that I intend on loosing. Especially not to a little weak minded person like you.
So you attacked the girls simply because “You could”...wow, you know I grew up in this great sport of professional wrestling and I literally have heard every single excuse that anyone has given for attacking another tag team and to which I can honestly say that your so called reasoning is the most weapons grade level of hippo shit that I’ve ever had the dishonor of being around, Dakon.
“We attacked you bimbos because we could”.
So I guess by that same dumb fuck logic that you employed about why you attacked the girls that if I were to constantly smash my elbow across your jaw enough times until I completely shatter it, then it’s cool if I use the same logic for that then, eh bruv?
But I got to be honest with you, Dakon, you're entire piece of shit rant that you honestly believe would be considered a promo anywhere but Extremely Awful Wrestling up in New Jersey and only then you'd be a curtain jerker, even by *THEIR* standards.
The only reason why you even claim this "but we don't follow the rules about earning title matches" is because the two of you completely and utterly fucking suck as a team without Konrad's guidance and yes, he's out there seeking out what he wants to do with his own post wrestling career, but how the two of you fucking handle yourselves without his guidance shows that neither one of you fucking deserve to be in this sport that my parents made a very successful living in, Dakon. You're bragging about how great you are in one breath while insulting the very division that you claim to be such a great part of in the next.
I'm sorry, but the sheer STUPIDITY of that thing you sprouted just kind of boggles the mind in the long run of things.
Now about your little side rant about how you're making your names known by attacking the other teams, allow me to correct your sorry ass by using my own father as an example. He held not only a combined thirty six reigns as a tag team champion across a career that stretched across twenty one years, but he was also a multi time world heavyweight champion as well, not to mention the smattering of various singles titles that he also held.
Sometimes he was a world champion AND a world tag team champion, having to wrestle multiple times on the same fucking card and he never once complained about it because he fucking loved this industry and it loved him back!!
Unlike you, Dakon, who couldn't earn a singles title if you're opponent was one of those Snorlax pokemon pillows that was cut in two and stapled to the fucking ring apron!!
Now as for me being the girls' lackey...again, you're showing your ignorance and uncreatively by simply trying to think and your stupidity is showing still.
I'm nobodies lackey, Dakon. I mean just because you are and you're feeling lonely now that Ludvig has a girl apparently...well, that speaks for itself. But I helped David attack you guys because this bullshit of yours, that's over. I mean just because yes, the girls did hijack the name of a company pay per view for their own...but wouldn't you get tired of being called the Playgirls as well as you try to find your own identity?
{Chris stops and thinks for a moment before he strokes his beard thoughtfully for an instant}
Chris: No, strike that...because that would imply that you actually try and think about shit before you say or even do them, Dakon. No, the real reason why you have an issue with the girls is because they've fucking beaten you in the past and you are so desperate to get that heat back, no matter what the cost because your fragile little ego can't handle the fact that you lost to a supposedly inferior tag team.
"Oh noes, the hoes beat the Firey Europeans, we gots to get our heat back before our fire burns out!! PRAISE THE SUN!!!"
{Chris gives the camera a evil smirk before he chuckles for a moment}
Chris: I'm sorry, I just had to add a little bit of a Dark Suns reference to that quip because it was the only way to make something so incredibly stupid be actually funny somehow!
Now as for your part of the rant about *moi*, allow me to retort by simply saying that your entire little rant about me makes about as much sense as if you were to put on a poop emoji costume and start calling yourself Cornholio, Dakon.
Did that last statement make sense to you, no?
Good, because your entire rant about me is about the same.
I'm telling you what the fuck to do because I've met and hung out with European wrestlers my entire life because I've grown up in these locker rooms, and even the heel European wrestlers had more honor and respect than you could even fake, and this false bravado of yours is *exactly* the reason why David and I jumped your sorry asses on the last edition of Breakdown, and as for why I didn't attack Enigma, the answer and reasoning behind that was simple;
He didn't cross David's line.
Unlike you.
You see while you might look down on guys like David and I for helping the girls last week, by making them quote be cowards or whatever bullshit that you kept spewing, we backed them up because that's what we do-we back up our freaky brothers and sisters, the cool atom cats, and those who need friends.
I am SSOOOOO looking forward to breaking your face at Retribution.
I mean seriously, I honestly did not think that my debut match for any company would actually have some dipshit spew so much garbage that it would actually get under my skin...and I'm a *Dumont* for the sake of fuck, we're known globally for having thick skin.
But you Dakon, somehow you've managed to be so epically stupid that I'm surprised that you haven't been chemically neutrated by your tag partner Ludvig yet!!
{Chris stops and then runs his hands through his short hair, closing his eyes as he does so in an attempt to calm and center himself for a couple of moments before he slowly opens his eyes and looks hard into the camera's pickup}
Chris: At Retribution, I am going to show you just how relevant I am to this company by making you scream for me, Dakon. Every chance that I get during our tag match, I'm going to take one of your arms and I'm going to do things to it that no human being should ever have done to it because I'm going to bend it in directions that is physically impossible for you to bend it in, I'm going to seperate your shoulder blades and then pop both of those arms behind you and then make you keep them there for the rest of your pathetic existence.
This is not some idle threat like you spewed during that pathetic excuse for a promo, Dakon. That is a *promise* that you're not leaving the pay per view as the winner of anything because while you boys and Enigma are not in any shape, manner, fashion, nor form attempting a unified front...as a matter of fact it seems that Enigma has no interest in actually wrestling this match other than you not embarrassing him by loosing...but me and the girls are.
Aisling has already stated that she and Colleen are going to be following my example because, unlike you two in Bitch Nation, I happen to be just like my partner David in that I see pure and untapped potential in them, and yes...they have gotten off to a rough start but with the right people backing and supporting them, I can honestly see them being the future SCW World Tag Team champions while you and Ludvig, Dakon, are still jerking the curtain for starting teams around here.
I mean seriously Dakon, how's it going to feel when you get to the pay per view and the very opponents that you have belittled and told are nothing before you push that envelope and show you that your version of reality isn't just rejected, but compeltely blown the *FUCK* away by a level of talent that you just were not expecting?
How are you going to deal with yourself if Aisling hits a move on you, Dakon, that you never expected her of doing...what are you going to do when you're caught in one of those corners by Colleen and you're laid to fucking *waste* by her simply chopping your chest until you're nothing more than two hundred twenty pounds of chopped hamburger...
But honestly, if that spewing of toxic level stupidity is what you consider to be your "finest" or "best" promo there, Dakon, then honestly I can't even begin to understand how you've made it even this far as a professional wrestler, let alone have gotten any victories thus far in your career.
I mean hells, that's probably the reason why Konrad wanted you and Ludvig to team...I mean somebody with actual *talent* had to help keep you from floundering around for a paycheck in my family's industry, right?
{Chris then stops and shakes his head sadly for a moment before a very dry, dark laugh escapes him}
Chris: And here I thought I was actually going to have some fun in my debut for SCW, but apparently instead I have to spend the entirety of the pay per view introducing some no talent, no brained little *bitch* by the name of Dakon Theron what it means to step to his superiors in the form of the Ronin himself, Christopher Dumont, and Dakon, allow me to put your mind at ease because I know right now, you’re actually pissing in your boots in fear knowing that the so called irrelevant guy is in fact a second generation fucking wrestling *GOD* that you’ve done and pissed off…and come the pay per view, I’m going to unmake your sorry ass.
Now normally I don’t deal with things that are Picayune…oh wait, you don’t know what means do you?
Picayune is New Orleans slang for something small or petty…you know, Dakon, you in a fucking *nutshell*!
Oh…and Enigma, consider this beating at the pay per view a gift from me…to you.
Namely as a sign of things to come, should you step to me again.
See you all at the pay per view.
{Chris tosses the camera a little wave before he walks out of the camera’s view, the screen then static jumping to black}
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Cassandra: Okay, that was eerie.
{Chris looked over at where his stepmother was hitting the submit button on her iPhone to send the video to Reno’s desktop so that they could clean up the video for ambient noise and such before sending it up the line to SCW}
Chris: What’s that, Cassandra?
Cassandra: That promo, it was like watching your dad cut his first one back for IWF in the hours before that first match of his. The same fire and everything, what do you think?
Reno: I’m thinking that if Ludvig has any form of thought that he needs to keep his partner out of sight before you all’s match, otherwise he might not make it that far.
{Chris couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head as he shares a fist bump with his father}
Reno: Seriously though, since you’ve already said that you’re not leaving till tomorrow. Stay for some dinner, I’m sure Josh wouldn’t mind spending some time with his big brother and besides, I think that I’ve got a thing or two that I can show you that’ll help you this weekend.
{Chris nods in agreement as the Dumont family heads back inside the house as the camera fades to final black}