Matthew Knox vs. Chris Dumont

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, July 3, 2024

[PhantomTroupe]

{The screen opens up inside of the world famous B.B. Kings' located on Beal Street in Memphis TN. It is here that we find the man known internationally as the "Ronin" as he sits at a table in the back, watching the crowds go by for several minutes before a striking young woman comes walking up to his table and sitting down, tossing a Tennessee Volunteers baseball cap onto the table.}

“God, I’m sorry about running late but you know how traffic is in this town, CJ.” the woman said before a passing waitress stopped by the table. “Yeah, can I get a glass of Doctor Pepper and a glass of water please?” she asked before taking the offered menu. “Been waiting here long?”

Chris shook his head, “Nope, was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up, Kim.” he said with a wry grin. “I mean with your record….”

The woman, Kim, glared over the top of her menu at Chris, her dark eyes like small shards of obsidian glass. “Christopher *Jordan* Dumont…I wouldn’t dare if I was *you*.”

Chris chuckled, “I can’t help it, Kimmie…getting you all riled up is still fun.”

Kim let out a frustrated noise, “You’d better consider yourself lucky because of who you are, CJ.” she said before she started to look over the menu again. “So, how’s your side of things.”

“Eh, pretty good actually. I’m in town for an edition of Breakdown for SCW this week. What about you?”

This news actually brought a smile to Kim’s face, “Fucking A, CJ! That’s good shit to hear, Rach and I on the other hand are doing some work for the local indies, trying to get some experience while we wait to hear from a promotion about wanting to pick us up.” she explained while putting her menu down on the table. “So who’s your opponent for the show?”

“Would you believe the Raven himself?” Chris asked proudly.

“Wait, you got Matthew Knox himself as your opponent?! Damn, that means you’ve really gone up in the world, hasn’t?” Kim said with a broad smile on her face before the smile turned a bit into a teasing one. “And what about your girl, how is she taking the news about you facing off against such an impressive opponent?”

Chris couldn’t help but blink at the question.

“Your girl…Polly’s other friend, the skinny one?”

“Wait, you mean Aisling…and what, the “Skinny one?!” Chris asked in return.

Kim’s teasing smile broadened. “Well yeah, I mean curvy as all fucking get out describes one of the three and well, skinny is perfect for the other right?”

Chris couldn’t help but bury his face into his hands and let out a noise that was akin to something that a truly hurt gorilla would make. “For the love of….Kim, I’m not dating Aisling.”

Kim’s teasing smile slipped from her face, “And why not? Does she not think that you’re not hot enough for one of the former Playgirls?!” Kim growled softly. “Because if that’s the case then…”

“We’re not dating because I haven’t asked her, Kimberly.” Chris stated firmly as he raised his head to look at his younger sibling. “Look, I appreciate the rah-rah from you and all that, but this isn’t Jessica Gates after all. Aisling has her own stuff that she has to deal with, so I’m fine with…wait, what’s that look for?”

Kim was listening to CJ rant and rave when he brought up a specific name at which point her face fell. “Um…you mentioned her.”

Chris stopped and then slowly nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I guess I did. Sometimes it is just unavoidable, you know?”

“Boy do I know it…but there is just one thing you should be made aware of.”

Suddenly from behind Chris, there was a woman’s voice-both sweet as the purest honey and as venomous as the poison of a Black Mamba snake all wrapped up in the familiar southern twang of a Tennessee accent-that sent a painful jolt through Chris’s spine that was worst than any Avalanche Brainbuster that he’d ever taken in his entire career to date.

And at the sound of this voice, Chris slowly turned to look at the source of the voice to see the last person that he ever wanted to see-a blonde bombshell with the devil’s smile in blue jeans.

“Jessica Gates.”



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{The screen static jumps a couple of times and we find ourselves outside of the legendary Mid-South Coliseum itself with none other than the “Ronin” Chris Dumont as he stands outside of the “Entertainment Capital of the Mid-South” dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a Phantom Troupe “Young Punks” t-shirt}

Chris: As a second generation wrestler, I’ve often said that I grew up in this business in past promos and that is true as both of my parents tried their damnedest to give me a solid upbringing even as they were starting their careers…so eventually when they were able to afford a house, the first one that they bought was right here in Memphis, just down the street from my godfather and namesake’s house actually and I grew up partially here in Memphis and everything was killer…up until my father’s whole world fell out from under him and I moved from here to his native Canada.

But for the first six years of my life, this was city was my home…and in those six years, I got to watch my father claim several important victories right here at this very arena and I stood with everyone else, watching as I watched my father and godfather claim one of their many victories as the winners of the Summit Wrestling Alliance’s Summit Games teams…and it was here in one of the very last wrestling matches held at this epic arena that my mother won the Frontier Wrestling Alliance World’s Heavyweight championship, a men’s championship, in one of the most historic FWA pay per views of all time.

So when I say that my homecoming this week on Breakdown will not be in a losing effort to you, Matthew Knox, then you had better take that to the fucking *bank* because while I may not have been born and raised here, this is STILL a place near and dear to my heart and I refuse to let anything ruin this homecoming!

Not even to give you, an accomplished veteran of whom I hold the most ardent and greatest respect for, an oh so important victory.

{Chris closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening his eyes again and focusing his gaze upon the camera}

Chris: Yeah, I won’t lie that I haven’t been on the best of winning streaks lately with my defeat a couple of weeks back still tugs at me with how blatantly disrespectful our so called “Television” champion oh so casually decided that he was of a greater stock than I was…and I will come back around to you and your bullshit, Creek. You can be rest assured of that…but for now, it’s all about the Raven.

Isn’t that right, Mister Knox?

You and my father once shared a locker room, Matthew, did you know that? You had just joined Wrestleworld right when his spine took that last bit of damaged that ended his career for good…his dreams of going out fighting a tough bastard like yourself, to see if he could really handle your moves like the “One who Knox” and the “Mercy, the Murder” was taken from him after everything that he’d gone through during his time with that company as the right opponent for him finally appears and his career is snatched away from him.

But here I am, faced with the chance that was taken from him and as such, you’ll forgive me if I fight extra hard on his behalf, to give him the enjoyment of watching his eldest child fight the one opponent he was robbed of.

You’ll forgive the both of us once I lay you out and take the win as well, won’t you, Matthew?

….but maybe you won’t.

But I can promise you one thing for certain, Knox, and that you will not be using me as no fucking stepping stone here in Memphis. That is simply just not happening here in Dumont Country and you know it, you know it deep down in the very bottom of your very soul because you know that the last thing that you want to fight someone who is fighting on their homeground.

{Chris stops speaking as he starts to run his hands through his hair for a moment before turning away from the camera to look at the famous arena next to him before he looks back to the camera with a slightly wild look in his eyes}

Chris: At Breakdown, I’m not going to use you as a stepping stone, Michael Knox. No…what I’m going to use you as is a fucking boulder to be sent over the heads of those who would think of me as nothing more than some one hit wonder and I will make them come to understand that their perception of me as of late is nothing more than bad comedy.

I will make them remember that the name of Dumont, which was once whispered with great fear and trepidation in most companies here on the international wrestling scene, needs to be said with respect once more and I am the one to do it.

With or Without the Phantom Troupe at my side, these things need to be done and done it will be as I will go through each and every single member of this roster to get this fucking message across to the entirity of SCW as a whole.

And that most especially goes thrice for our Television champion. Waylon, I don’t want you thinking that our fight is over as you still own Aisling a pound of your flesh for shattering her dreams and taking her title and all for these cryptic bad Chinese fortune cookie slips of paper and you know it….you know that after this week on Breakdown, that I am coming for you and there is not a thing that you can do to stop which is coming and when I do catch up to you Waylon..I want you to simply think on that as you prepare you next batch of horrible poetry instead of actually getting yourself prepared for the bloody conflict to come.

Unlike Matthew Knox who knows infinitely more than you do, he’s going to serve as my master class example in warfare and what I am willing to do in order to get the job done, so I want you to pay very fucking close attention to what going to happen at Breakdown this week, Creek…because you picked the wrong man to try your canary shit with.

And as for you Knox….don’t let me down, give me the fight that I need or stay the fuck out of SCW.

{Chris then walks off as the screen static jumps to black}

[MattKnox]

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