Post by Aurora Graves on Oct 8, 2016 4:10:20 GMT -5
Knight-Graves Vacation Rental
Austin, TX
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Aurora stood over the side of the bed, her white robe hanging off of her shoulder as she stared down at Damon, sleeping on his side with one leg on top of the covers, revealing the black shorts he wore to bed. Carefully, she crawled across the bed until her mouth hovered over his ear.
Aurora: Puuuuuuuuddin’... Puuuuuuudin’....
She flopped down onto the bed beside him, a mischievous smile on her face as she giggled. A groggy Damon slowly lifted his head, opening his eyes just long enough to let out an annoyed groan before dropping his face back into the pillow.
Well, that didn’t work.
*poke*
Aurora playfully poked a finger into his ribcage. Groaning even louder, he rolled over onto his back, pulling the covers over his head. Aurora stood there for a moment, looking at the 6’1” lump in the bed as Damon started to snore. She giggled softly as she took a step away from the bed.
There would be no sleeping in for Damon Graves... not today.
She stared at him through narrowed eyelids, then leapt onto the bed, landing on all fours, just barely missing driving on of her knees into his groin. Damon’s head popped up from beneath the covers as he gasped in surprise.
Damon: What the fuck?
Aurora: Oh, good... you’re awake.
Damon: What the hell are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?
Aurora: Well, I tried the gentle approach. That didn’t work, so I had to take more... aggressive actions.
She backed off of him, slipping off the foot of the bed as she stood back on her feet.
Damon: By pouncing on me? What do you think you are? A house cat?
Aurora: It worked, didn’t it?
Damon: Alright, already! I’ll get up!
Damon let out one final groan, then threw the covers off, muttering under his breath as he brought his legs down to the floor. He sat with his hands on his knees, his eyes cast down upon the floor as he let out a yawn.
Damon: Why the hell are you so chipper all of a sudden? Did you pour Pixy Stix into your coffee instead of sugar again?
She pouted as she stood there with her hands planted on her hips as she watched him stand up.
Aurora: Hey... that was ONE time, and I was in full zombie mode when I did that.
He shook his head, a faint smile playing across his face as he looked at his fiancée.
Damon: So, what is it, then? What’s got you so... animated?
Aurora giggled as she moved to the dresser, pulling some items out of the top drawer. He followed, standing behind her, staring at their reflection in the mirror as he wrapped his tattooed arms around her waist. She smiled as Damon rested his chin on her shoulder.
Aurora: Oh, it’s just that despite the couple of little speed bumps in our path, I think things are starting to look up.
Damon: You’re that confident we’re gonna catch the son of a bitch that torched our shop?
She turned around, leaning against the dresser as she stared into Damon’s emerald eyes. She set the clothes she had pulled out off to the side.
Aurora: Hell yeah, I am! In fact, I can practically smell the smoke that will be coming out of his ass!
Damon brushed the hair from the side of Aurora’s face, tucking it behind her ear as he leaned in for a soft, but lingering kiss on her lips.
Damon: That’s one of the reasons I love you so damn much, Harley... you’re always so optimistic!
Aurora: We have to look on the bright side if we expect to get anywhere. I have to have faith that not only are they going to catch that motherfucker, but that he’ll soon be having Molotov cocktails shoved up his ass by his new cellmates! In the meantime, we have a VERY important match that we have to train for! We finally get to face off two-on-two for the titles.
Damon: What gives? Normally I'm the one more eager to hit the gym. Since when do you flip the script on me?
Aurora: Since I can’t wait to knock the smug grins off of those twats holding the belts.
Damon’s eyelids fell halfway over his eyes as his lips spread in a proud smile.
Damon: Now THAT sounds like the girl I’m gonna marry!
Aurora smiled playfully, looking every bit like she was ready to pounce on him again, but in that split second, her attention shifted. She sniffed the air, and a look of horror washed over her face.
Aurora: Do you smell that?
They both sniffed the air; a faint burning smell began to float into the room as Damon’s brow furrowed.
Damon: Um... were you using the toaster oven?
Aurora’s eyes widened as the realization came to her.
Aurora: Oh, SHIT!
They both made a beeline for the kitchen, just in time for the smoke alarm to start blaring as a thin trail of smoke floated toward them. Aurora waved her hand in front of her face, fanning away the smoke as she walked toward the toaster oven. After opening it, she pulled out a pair of biscuits... that now more resembled a pair of hockey pucks.
Aurora: This is almost as bad as the time I burned the spaghetti....
Damon: It’s not that bad...
Aurora picked up one of the biscuits, smacking it against the plate she had set out. Bits of burned biscuits flaked off as it clanged against the plate. Unable to say anything, Damon stood there with his mouth open.
Aurora: You were saying?
Damon: You know what, Harley? Let’s just get dressed, and I’ll take you out for breakfast instead.
Aurora: Well, I guess anything’s better than hockey puck biscuits and eggs....
As they headed back toward the bedroom, Aurora stopped in her tracks. Damon turned, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her inquisitively.
Damon: What is it, Harley?
She flashed a mischievous smile at her future husband, giggling softly.
Aurora: There's something else I want to check out after we're done at the gym. Oh, and later tonight, what do you say we go out and REALLY light it up?
Damon raised an eyebrow as Aurora grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
Later that evening...
Aurora sat in front of a lit mirror, the room behind her in near total darkness as she smiled at her own reflection.
Or was she?
A smile played across her face as she took an applicator dipped in blood red lip gloss, dragging it carefully across her lips. Once she was finished, she rubbed her lips together, making a popping noise before she let out a light giggle and turned around to look into the camera.
Aurora: What? Did you think I was smiling at myself? Last I checked, my name was Aurora, not Narcissus. But whatever, don’t mind me. I’m just doing a little touch-up before Damon and I get out for a chance to enjoy the Austin night life. You know, a chance to just let loose after a hectic week of traveling, training, and doing everything we have to do to make sure we’re ready for this Sunday night.
We’ve seen a lot of interesting things since we’ve been in Austin... by far the best of these being a park where you’re actually encouraged to contribute your own “urban art”. I’m not going to say what we did while we were there, because for all I know, the next time we pay a visit to this beautiful city, it could be covered up with a new work of art. But suffice to say that we left a little something there that – to those who were there to see its completion – could very well mark an important moment in wrestling history.
A male figure clad in a dark gray suit stepped into view from behind. The figure in question moved into the light, revealing Aurora’s tag team partner and fiancé, Damon Graves. He took position behind Aurora, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Damon: And what moment in history could we be talking about, you ask? Simple... in just a couple of days, this gorgeous blonde bombshell that I am beyond proud to call my future wife, along with myself, will step into the ring against a team where a guy openly admits that he’s shit in the ring compared to his wife, so he let her do the brunt of the work. At least, that’s what I took away from all of the drivel that’s been coming out of their mouths this week. Wouldn’t you agree, Harley?
He looked down at Aurora, who returned his gaze with an affirmative smile as she nodded her head.
Aurora: Oh, absolutely, Puddin’! Granted, even if we don’t leave Austin with the Redemption Tag Team Championships, what we left at Graffiti Park will still be accurate.
Damon: Even if it’s for another company? You know how people act like what you do outside of a company doesn’t matter.
Aurora: Maybe not to them, and maybe not to our opponents, but it matters to us. But getting back to the subject at hand, it’s been said that out of the two of us, I’m the stronger wrestler, but to be honest, I don’t believe either one of us is better than the other. There are moments where you shine, just as there are moments where I stand out... moments that – dare I say – are fairly even. You and I balance each other out perfectly, which is why we make such a great team, both in and out of the ring.
She stood up, revealing a body-hugging black dress with a sheer panel at the midriff. Damon slipped a hand around her waist as he pulled her close.
Aurora: You know, as a tag team, we’ve experienced the highest of highs, capturing championship gold in not one, but two companies, more than earning the right to be called one of the hottest tag teams in the business. But along with the high points in life, come a few inevitable low points. Of course, once you experience your share of lows...
Damon: There’s only one direction you can go in, and that’s straight back onto the path to the top, and this Sunday, that’s exactly what we plan on doing.
Aurora: Slowly but surely, things have been coming up roses for us.
Damon: What’s with the flowery reference?
Aurora: You’ll see in a little bit.
Aurora: Anyway, as I was saying, just when things seemed like they couldn’t get any worse for us – and no, RC and Daisy squeaking a win over us is just one drop in the bucket compared to everything else that’s happened to us within a short window of time, but that’s another story – just when we thought the tunnel couldn’t get any darker, we looked ahead into the distance...
Damon: Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Aurora: Puddin’, I’m sure they knew I was speaking metaphorically. I’d hate to think our opponents were THAT dense, after all.
Damon: Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?
She rolled her eyes a little, letting out a barely audible scoff.
Aurora: Hmph. Anyway, to borrow an old cliché, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and the path to the top leads straight through our opponents, and I don’t know about you, babe, but this time, I think we’ve got the advantage.
Damon smirked into the camera, raising his eyebrow.
Damon: Advantage? That’s putting it mildly. They’re sitting pretty at the top of the heap right now, but you notice that none of the other tag teams have made a peep about going after the titles... except for us.
Aurora: That’s because we’re the ones in the best position to take them down. And if RC and Daisy thought we gave them hell in the elimination match, wait until they have to face us alone...
Damon: Last time, all they got was a taste of what we can do. Likewise, what we got from them was just an appetizer. This Sunday, RC Tucker and Daisy Rose...
Aurora: Become the main course. Look out, kiddies... Rebel Ink is hungry, and it looks like you’re on the menu. And once we start hunting you, we won’t stop until your title reign is...
She paused, a half-smirk forming on her face as she looked into the camera. It was as if she debated whether or not to let the next few words leave her lips.
Aurora: Pushing up daisies.
Aurora and Damon laughed as they stepped away from the mirror. The camera panned downward to reveal a photo taken earlier that day...
After a few seconds, the light switched off, leaving the room in total darkness.
