Post by Damon Graves on Jul 16, 2017 21:06:56 GMT -5
Scene opens with a slow panoramic shot of a construction site, somewhere in Charlotte, North Carolina. The camera finally stops when it catches sight of Damon Graves leaning up against a dump truck.
Damon: Trixie, Trixie, Trixie…..
Where the hell do I begin with you? Should I start with the blatant disregard for me? Or maybe the fact that you do nothing to hide your exploitation of the relationship you have with Devlin Scott?
You got real defensive when I equated you to being a prostitute. Oh, you tried to cover it with sarcasm, but I can tell that my comments hit a little closer to home. What I said may not be original, but neither is sleeping your way to the top, Trix.
Damon stands up and begins to meander about. He wanders past the dump truck toward a massive bulldozer parked at the base of a large mound of dirt.
Damon: Let's face it, you've used Devlin Scott to get ahead in Redemption Wrestling, and I can sum up the truth of that with two words: Trixie Championship. Remember that? If you can't, there are a lot of us that can remind you…
Whether you actively bugged him about it or he did it just to shut you up, “Devy-Poo” commissioned your own special title belt, one that you didn't have to go out and defend. Kind of a kick in the teeth to those of us that EARNED the titles we wear around our waists. But once you found out that the Trixie Championship just made you a laughingstock, you must've ran to loverboy like the hounds of hell were nipping at your heels and “persuaded” him to make you a real champion. You know, kind of like Pinocchio, but with with leather and gold instead of wood. Well, there WAS wood involved, but we'll leave your blowjob skills out of this.
He smirks, then scans the site as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. He sniffs the air, letting the lingering odor of oil fill his nostrils. After recoiling in disgust, he continues onward.
Damon: Lo and behold, you actually went out and won a real championship here in Redemption Wrestling…
Damon does a small mocking golf clap, but not without rolling his eyes.
Damon: Kudos to you on that one. Not only that, you’re a 2-time Genesis Champion! Devy-Poo made sure that the press picked up that little tidbit. Problem was, he glossed over the fact that someone else had beaten you to the accolade of being the FIRST 2-time champion in the history of Redemption Wrestling.
Gee, I wonder who could have done that….
Damon brings his right hand up to his chin and taps his index finger against his lips, as if contemplating a deep mystery. Soon, a smug smile forms on his face as he looks into the camera.
Damon: In case that cheap hair dye has seeped through your skull and rotted whatever passes for a brain, it was Rebel Ink! And believe me, we haven't forgotten being slighted, Blondie. You've stepped on a lot of toes trying to make a name for yourself; whether you're conscious of it or not is beside the point. You've cobbled together a hit list of sorts and my name happens to be on it. Me, Karloff, Burchill, Tillman, Blazer, and Matthews. Some of these people I’ve faced, some I haven’t, and some that just seem to be content by slacking off. Big fucking deal, Trix, You want to think that this list of yours is some magical path back to the belt that Blair Kivisto whooped your ass for. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck about contending for a singles title. After all, I already have a title to defend. I would have gone about my business and let you do the same. But when Devlin Scott's walking talking sex doll tries to punk me out, it irks me. And when something irks me, I take care of it, and that's exactly what's going to happen at Glory.
Damon stops in his tracks, looks up and smiles. He’s standing right next to a backhoe, and as fate would have it, sitting on the back tire is a hard hat, which he picks up.
Damon: This “delusional” tattooed misfit is going to take care of something that needed to be remedied a long time ago. You've been taking up valuable airtime with your vapid ass… airtime that could have been used by somebody relevant. There's a waiting list longer than my right arm of people wanting to work for our promotion, and any one of them are worth ten of you.
So I'm going to do Redemption Wrestling a huge favor by being the stumbling block on your road to El Dorado. Your journey back to the Genesis Championship starts and ENDS with me. You see, I'm not Devlin. I'm not mesmerized by a pair of fake tits, the plastic personality to match, and the ability to suck harder than a fleet of vacuum cleaners. We've faced off before, but this time, you don't have Avery Miles III to rely on. If you want to drag others into this, that's on you, but I don't need people like Lachlan or Shields to run interference for me. I fight my own battles.
Putting the hard hat on his head, Damon climbs up into the vehicle, and starts it up. Once the massive yellow beast is warmed up, he pivots it around to an empty spot and uses the scoop to dig up a huge pile of dirt. He sticks his head out the window.
Damon: Your mouth has been digging a deep hole, Trixie…. At Glory…..
Damon leans back in the seat, raising the scoop up until it reaches its apex.
Damon: …..I’m going to bury you in it.
He pulls his head back inside the cab of the backhoe. He swings the scoop around and empties the contents on top of the camera as the scene ends.
