06-13-2024, 11:48 PM
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves outside of a Jersey Mikes in Kansas City, Missouri. This is where we find none other than Chris Dumont, the “Ronin” himself, resting against a red and black Outback, his arms crossed over his chest}
Chris: So yeah, I’ll admit freely that nothing went the Troupe’s way at the pay per view and I’m fine with that because in this sport, nothing is truly over because the fight never ends…and now with that out of the way, I’m able to focus on what’s truly important.
And that’s *you*, Waylon.
I told you in the lead up to the pay per view that sooner or later you would have to pay the toll that you’re due for stepping to Aisling and breaking her dreams of proving herself worthy, and I know that you’re probably going to say that I’m guilty of giving the fans false hope in false dreams or some bullshit like that and that you’re going to ensure that I’m called to task for whatever…but to be honest, the only way that you’re going to survive is by outfighting me and face the facts, Waylon…for everyone of your supposed advantages that you might believe that you have over me, I possess the counter:
You might have six years of experience compared to my two, but I grew up in this sport so my experience is unmeasurable.
You might have a few pounds on me, but that only means you’re a lumbering wreck as opposed to my swift danger.
We’re of a similar height, so you’re flat out of luck there as well because if I am within your reach, then you need to remember that you’re face is also within mine.
But honestly, don’t get me wrong because your decision to use the Tongan Death Grip is very admirable for a man of your stature to use for a finish…but you see not only am I a Dumont, but I’ve also seen my father use that move himself several times throughout the latter half of his career so your main and big gun is now not even a viable because I know how to counter it.
But understand this, everything that I’m saying to you right now is not from a place of arrogance, but of confidence because that is how confident I am about our match this week on Breakdown because while you seek to use the Television title for whatever ego project that you wish to call you own…I simply seek to restore the title to its previous glory, I am actively seeking to be the new standard bearer of the TV division and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop me, Waylon, and because if you do then you’re going to quickly understand the level of quiet violence I bring down upon your sorry hide.
My desire to do this isn’t a dream that you can just shatter because I take my dreams and I make them into cold, hard reality without there being a damned thing that you can do to stop them.
That’s my heart’s desire, Waylon, that’s what drives me and you can try and wrap it up into whatever flavor that your sick and twisted little mind come up with in a dire attempt hold onto whatever you define as “sanity” because when that last roll of the dice kicks in and you’re trying break out of whatever submission hold that I have you locked in and as you are trying to fight back the inevitable as you will fade and your time, no…you shattered one dream and now it is simply a matter of time before I shatter yours in.
Now there are going to be no games at Breakdown, there is only going to be violence.
Pure, sweet and unrelenting violence because that’s what I do and that’s what I do best, just like my father did while he was active for all of his years as an active wrestler and I’m rather proud to be continuing the family legacy.
{Chris stops for a moment before he runs both of his hands through his short hair before he takes a hard look at the camera, a slight smirk crossing his handsome features}
Chris: Like it says in one of my favorite songs by the Old Gods of Asgard, I’m taking control, Waylon. Because I can hear your hissing voice right now trying to come up with some crazy illusionary concept to explain how and why you’re going to take control of this entire situation away from me because it’s the right thing to do when in fact…there is no right way for you to take control of this entire “situation”.
But I have a choice to stop it all, to save you from the pain to come…and I simply choose not to make that choice, Waylon. Because I know full well that it goes against my principles…who I am and why I am here.
So instead I’m going to take the way of sweet…sweet vengeance and I’m going to smash you along the wave wall of reality and make you understand that there is simply no way for you to leave this match but by surrendering the TV championship to me and me alone because in this match, I am the *keeper* and I *set* the rules.
Because I *CONTROL*, Waylon.
You know something, I told myself that I wasn’t going to do this…I wasn’t going to relish the concept of going after somebody for the sheer sake of making them hurt, but *damn*...this feel bloody great and while I don’t know why right now, I can understand the rush.
It feels much like David described his matches against Kimberly Williams if that helps describe this rush that I’m feeling right now, a chance to go after something bigger than myself…but I really don’t care if it’s the title or revenge, this just feels epic to me.
But I’m ready for this, Waylon. I just wanted to come out here tonight and put you and the issue straight if you think that I won’t be taking you seriously because of everything or if you think that I am simply looking past you and focusing solely on the championship, I want you to know that I am not doing that.
Despite your obvious shortcomings, I’m treating you as a viable threat nonetheless…and in a couple of more days, you’re going to witness that first hand…upon hand..upon bloody hand…and you are going to be the very first person to understand that when I say that everybody has to pay the toll.
And that most especially includes *you*, Waylon.
See you in two days, remember to tuck your chin.
{The screen statics to black}
Chris: So yeah, I’ll admit freely that nothing went the Troupe’s way at the pay per view and I’m fine with that because in this sport, nothing is truly over because the fight never ends…and now with that out of the way, I’m able to focus on what’s truly important.
And that’s *you*, Waylon.
I told you in the lead up to the pay per view that sooner or later you would have to pay the toll that you’re due for stepping to Aisling and breaking her dreams of proving herself worthy, and I know that you’re probably going to say that I’m guilty of giving the fans false hope in false dreams or some bullshit like that and that you’re going to ensure that I’m called to task for whatever…but to be honest, the only way that you’re going to survive is by outfighting me and face the facts, Waylon…for everyone of your supposed advantages that you might believe that you have over me, I possess the counter:
You might have six years of experience compared to my two, but I grew up in this sport so my experience is unmeasurable.
You might have a few pounds on me, but that only means you’re a lumbering wreck as opposed to my swift danger.
We’re of a similar height, so you’re flat out of luck there as well because if I am within your reach, then you need to remember that you’re face is also within mine.
But honestly, don’t get me wrong because your decision to use the Tongan Death Grip is very admirable for a man of your stature to use for a finish…but you see not only am I a Dumont, but I’ve also seen my father use that move himself several times throughout the latter half of his career so your main and big gun is now not even a viable because I know how to counter it.
But understand this, everything that I’m saying to you right now is not from a place of arrogance, but of confidence because that is how confident I am about our match this week on Breakdown because while you seek to use the Television title for whatever ego project that you wish to call you own…I simply seek to restore the title to its previous glory, I am actively seeking to be the new standard bearer of the TV division and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop me, Waylon, and because if you do then you’re going to quickly understand the level of quiet violence I bring down upon your sorry hide.
My desire to do this isn’t a dream that you can just shatter because I take my dreams and I make them into cold, hard reality without there being a damned thing that you can do to stop them.
That’s my heart’s desire, Waylon, that’s what drives me and you can try and wrap it up into whatever flavor that your sick and twisted little mind come up with in a dire attempt hold onto whatever you define as “sanity” because when that last roll of the dice kicks in and you’re trying break out of whatever submission hold that I have you locked in and as you are trying to fight back the inevitable as you will fade and your time, no…you shattered one dream and now it is simply a matter of time before I shatter yours in.
Now there are going to be no games at Breakdown, there is only going to be violence.
Pure, sweet and unrelenting violence because that’s what I do and that’s what I do best, just like my father did while he was active for all of his years as an active wrestler and I’m rather proud to be continuing the family legacy.
{Chris stops for a moment before he runs both of his hands through his short hair before he takes a hard look at the camera, a slight smirk crossing his handsome features}
Chris: Like it says in one of my favorite songs by the Old Gods of Asgard, I’m taking control, Waylon. Because I can hear your hissing voice right now trying to come up with some crazy illusionary concept to explain how and why you’re going to take control of this entire situation away from me because it’s the right thing to do when in fact…there is no right way for you to take control of this entire “situation”.
But I have a choice to stop it all, to save you from the pain to come…and I simply choose not to make that choice, Waylon. Because I know full well that it goes against my principles…who I am and why I am here.
So instead I’m going to take the way of sweet…sweet vengeance and I’m going to smash you along the wave wall of reality and make you understand that there is simply no way for you to leave this match but by surrendering the TV championship to me and me alone because in this match, I am the *keeper* and I *set* the rules.
Because I *CONTROL*, Waylon.
You know something, I told myself that I wasn’t going to do this…I wasn’t going to relish the concept of going after somebody for the sheer sake of making them hurt, but *damn*...this feel bloody great and while I don’t know why right now, I can understand the rush.
It feels much like David described his matches against Kimberly Williams if that helps describe this rush that I’m feeling right now, a chance to go after something bigger than myself…but I really don’t care if it’s the title or revenge, this just feels epic to me.
But I’m ready for this, Waylon. I just wanted to come out here tonight and put you and the issue straight if you think that I won’t be taking you seriously because of everything or if you think that I am simply looking past you and focusing solely on the championship, I want you to know that I am not doing that.
Despite your obvious shortcomings, I’m treating you as a viable threat nonetheless…and in a couple of more days, you’re going to witness that first hand…upon hand..upon bloody hand…and you are going to be the very first person to understand that when I say that everybody has to pay the toll.
And that most especially includes *you*, Waylon.
See you in two days, remember to tuck your chin.
{The screen statics to black}