Post by Damon Graves on Jun 18, 2017 3:23:26 GMT -5
Scene open with a shot of a large sheet cake sitting on a table, next to a stack of paper plates and a container filled with plastic forks. The camera slowly shifts the angle shown; we can see the words “Welcome to Redemption Wrestling” piped out in blue icing, in contrast to the white background. The camera pulls back to show Damon Graves standing next to the table that the cake is sitting on, a gaudy “Welcome to Redemption Wrestling” banner hanging in the background, a bunch of blue and silver balloons taped beside each end. Damon himself is standing with his hands clasped in front of him, a cheesy smile on his face.
Damon: It’s been over a year since my wife and I first inked a deal with Devlin Scott, back in the days of New Generation Wrestling, and I still remember how we were treated by most of the others on the roster. We weren’t given much of a welcoming party. Hell, people barely acknowledged our existence, and when they did, it was like they saw us as just a couple of jokes. So, being the kinda guy that I am, I figured I’d show you a small token of camaraderie and put a little “welcome package” together for you.
Damon swipes his finger through the icing on the side of the cake.
Damon: You don’t mind, do you?
He shrugs and brings the icing-covered finger up to his mouth and takes a taste.
Damon: Hmmm… not bad. Not bad at all, though I’m pretty sure the wife would have preferred I ordered this with buttercream icing instead of whipped cream….
He shrugs, then picks up a napkin from a pile hidden behind the back of the cake, wipes off his finger and drops the crumpled napkin into a nearby wastebasket.
Damon: Consider it, I dunno… a way of saying “Congratulations” for the performance you put on at Wrestleforce. It was a hell of a debut, even if there were… extenuating circumstances.
I'm sure that Chucky had SOME idea floating around inside his head as to just HANDING you that final spot in the Rags to Riches match…
Damon looks down at the cake, almost longingly.
Damon: You know, by snagging that last spot in Rags to Riches, you went a long way towards getting some respect around here, almost to the point where you might have even impressed me….
Damon pauses just long enough to smile into the camera before the smile quickly fades into a scowl. He picks up the cake and flings it hard against the back wall. Chunks of cake hit the floor like a heavy rain and streaks of blue and white icing leave trails leading to the aftermath of Damon's anger.
Damon: ...until you decided to go and take a huge steaming shit all over my integrity. Just who the fuck do you think you are, questioning ANYTHING I've done in that ring, you pretentious little shitstain?!?
Shortcuts? Name me a single shortcut I've EVER taken during a match, and I'll call you a goddamned liar!
I've never claimed to be a saint, but I've never taken any liberties inside the ring. I've never had to. Whether I've won or lost, I've never had to cheat to get through a match. So for you to come off with this holier-than-thou attitude has me seeing red, Drake.
If you want to be a fucking Boy Scout, that's your prerogative, but don't throw around terms like “ethics” and “integrity” like you're the only one in the world that practices them. I own my own business, so I know a hell of a lot more about ethical practices than you seem to think I do. Both as an artist and as a wrestler, my mentors have taught me that cutting corners wasn't worth it.
He pauses his rant to chuckle to himself a bit.
Damon: Which makes it kinda ironic to find out that you took a little break from training to go on a camping trip. Even funnier when you admitted that you had modern conveniences such as plumbing within a minute’s distance. So much for hard work and dedication, huh? To me, that shows that you're just trying to blow smoke up everybody's ass. When my grandpa took me camping as a boy, he made sure that we roughed it, every step of the way. At the time, I couldn't figure out why he did things the way he did, but I DID eventually figure it out, and I appreciate the lesson he tried to teach me.
So, at Glory, you're going to make me work ”harder than I've ever worked before”, right? Again, you're plucking assumptions outta your ass. You don’t know a damn thing about me. Show me anyone in this business that doesn't put in the effort, and I'll show you a flash in the pan. Here today, gone tomorrow. Me? I’ve been around for over a year, and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.
No, at Glory, YOU'RE the one that's going to have to step up their game. You see, I make no apologies for being an asshole, but you're going to find out that I'm a hard-working and dedicated one. Don’t come into this match looking for a demonstration of chain wrestling; if you want that, you’re better off waiting for the next Olympic Games. This is going to be your crucible, Drake. Hope you don't mind a bit of heat….
Damon walks over to the section of wall where he threw the cake, kneeling down to scoop up a handful of the splattered remains from the floor.
Damon: Yeah, I know this cake is well past the five second rule, but you know what? I still want you to have it. So, here you go…
He flings the handful of cake at the camera, covering the lens in cake and icing. As it falls from the lens, it leaves the scene obscured by a crumb-laced, white-streaked film. We can barely make out Damon’s image through the mess.
Damon: Welcome to Redemption Wrestling, shit stick!
The camera’s microphone picks up on the sound of Damon’s footsteps as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him as the scene ends.
