Post by Damon Graves on Jul 2, 2017 20:53:08 GMT -5
Scene fades in with “Hail To The Chief” playing faintly in the background as we close in on a shot of one half of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Damon Graves, leaning up against one of the pillars of the Lincoln Memorial. Apart from his usual attire of blue jeans and one of a number of band t-shirts in his possession, he also has his title belt with him, draped over one shoulder.
Damon: Washington D.C. …. How fucking appropriate that in the place with the greatest concentration of lying, mealy-mouthed sacks of shit, I get to face Jeremy Starling…. Yay for me….
Damon mimics vomiting before dipping his shoulder and letting the title belt drop into his grasp.
Damon: So, Mr “Born Better”, how does it feel? How does it feel to have that comforting weight of gold and leather missing from around your waist? I can tell you from personal experience that it sucks ass. Once a championship title belt is in your possession, it feels like as much a part of you as your right arm.
He looks longingly at his belt before turning his attention back to the camera.
Damon:Now, I COULD take the high road, and not kick you when you're down, Starling, but where's the fun in that? No, I'm gonna kick you when you're down…. And when you're up… and everywhere inbetween.
You see, when I was a kid, guys like you just LOVED rubbing their wealth and prestige in everyone else's face. Brand name designer clothes, gourmet lunches, trips to exotic places…. They flaunted that shit like it was going out of style. All the rest of the kids hated it, but none of them did anything about it… but not me. I made damn sure that those little pretentious nutsacks knew exactly what I thought of them, usually with a not-so-gourmet knuckle sandwich. It got me into a fuckton of trouble, but every single trip to the principal’s office to listen to him drone on about solving my issues without violence was worth it.
Damon stands up straight and drapes his title back over his shoulder.
Damon: Since Day 1, all you’ve done is run your mouth about how you’re SO much better than everyone else, and that we’re all beneath your level…. If that was the case, wouldn’t you be a champion right now? Oh, that’s right…. Coda had enough of listening to your bullshit and choked your ass out to take that Young Lions title from you….
He chuckles.
Damon: And so, instead of invoking your rematch clause, you let yourself get booked against a different champion…. Me. But don’t get any ideas about trying to get back into contention by taking me out, ‘cause that ain’t happening. Your mouth made you a LOT of enemies here in Redemption Wrestling, and while I’d normally give zero fucks about facing a dickless wonder like you, the more I thought about it, the more I relished the thought in making your life hell. So I signed the contract, and now, in our nation’s capital, I’m going to do to you what America wishes they could do to that Cheeto-colored baboon currently filling the White House with monkey shit… I’m going to embarrass you. But before I make you submit AGAIN, I’m going to show you up for the fraud you are, Starling.
You see, just because Mommy and Daddy have more money than God, that doesn’t make you talented, it just makes you spoiled…..
Damon heads down the steps of the historical landmark and is about to head down the sidewalk before he turns his head back over his shoulder.
Damon: Speaking of which, I hear that a lot of the hospitals in the area are cash-only……
With this, he turns away from the camera as the scene fades out.
Damon: Washington D.C. …. How fucking appropriate that in the place with the greatest concentration of lying, mealy-mouthed sacks of shit, I get to face Jeremy Starling…. Yay for me….
Damon mimics vomiting before dipping his shoulder and letting the title belt drop into his grasp.
Damon: So, Mr “Born Better”, how does it feel? How does it feel to have that comforting weight of gold and leather missing from around your waist? I can tell you from personal experience that it sucks ass. Once a championship title belt is in your possession, it feels like as much a part of you as your right arm.
He looks longingly at his belt before turning his attention back to the camera.
Damon:Now, I COULD take the high road, and not kick you when you're down, Starling, but where's the fun in that? No, I'm gonna kick you when you're down…. And when you're up… and everywhere inbetween.
You see, when I was a kid, guys like you just LOVED rubbing their wealth and prestige in everyone else's face. Brand name designer clothes, gourmet lunches, trips to exotic places…. They flaunted that shit like it was going out of style. All the rest of the kids hated it, but none of them did anything about it… but not me. I made damn sure that those little pretentious nutsacks knew exactly what I thought of them, usually with a not-so-gourmet knuckle sandwich. It got me into a fuckton of trouble, but every single trip to the principal’s office to listen to him drone on about solving my issues without violence was worth it.
Damon stands up straight and drapes his title back over his shoulder.
Damon: Since Day 1, all you’ve done is run your mouth about how you’re SO much better than everyone else, and that we’re all beneath your level…. If that was the case, wouldn’t you be a champion right now? Oh, that’s right…. Coda had enough of listening to your bullshit and choked your ass out to take that Young Lions title from you….
He chuckles.
Damon: And so, instead of invoking your rematch clause, you let yourself get booked against a different champion…. Me. But don’t get any ideas about trying to get back into contention by taking me out, ‘cause that ain’t happening. Your mouth made you a LOT of enemies here in Redemption Wrestling, and while I’d normally give zero fucks about facing a dickless wonder like you, the more I thought about it, the more I relished the thought in making your life hell. So I signed the contract, and now, in our nation’s capital, I’m going to do to you what America wishes they could do to that Cheeto-colored baboon currently filling the White House with monkey shit… I’m going to embarrass you. But before I make you submit AGAIN, I’m going to show you up for the fraud you are, Starling.
You see, just because Mommy and Daddy have more money than God, that doesn’t make you talented, it just makes you spoiled…..
Damon heads down the steps of the historical landmark and is about to head down the sidewalk before he turns his head back over his shoulder.
Damon: Speaking of which, I hear that a lot of the hospitals in the area are cash-only……
With this, he turns away from the camera as the scene fades out.
