Post by Damon Graves on Aug 6, 2017 21:30:23 GMT -5
Beale Street
Memphis, Tennessee
Scene opens with Damon and Aurora Graves walking arm in arm down the most famous street in “The Home of the Blues”.
Damon: What a day, huh?
Aurora: Oh, yeah. Memphis ‘cue…
Damon: A successful autograph signing….
Aurora: And the night is still young….
As they walk along, the streets are filled with the sounds of Memphis’ signature sound. They stop for a moment and close their eyes to soak it all in. When they open their eyes, they look up and see that they’re in front of a place called “Tater Red’s Lucky Mojos and Voodoo Healing”.
Aurora: Oh, wow….
Damon: (laughing) Oh yeah… this place again.
Aurora: Oh, we’ve got to go in…
Damon: Well, we’ve got time before it closes.
Damon walks up to the front door and holds it open for his wife.
Damon: After you…
Once inside the shop, the two of them were bombarded with the sheer multitude of items available for purchase. Damon’s eye is caught by a display of miniature guitars. Aurora looked over for a second or two.
Aurora: Well, I know where you’ll be for awhile…. While you’re drooling over the guitars, I’m going to check the rest of the place out.
Damon: I’ll catch up to you in a few minutes, sweetheart…
He gives his wife a peck on the cheek before she disappears further into the shop. He turns his attention back to the display, but his reverie is short lived, as the air is pierced with the distinctive sound of his wife as she lets out a high pitched squeal of delight. Quickly making his way towards the sound of the uproar, he finds her in front of a section of wall space festooned with vintage metal Harley-Davidson signs. Finding that there’s no immediate crisis, he shakes his head, laughing softly.
Aurora: Puddin’.....
Damon: I see them, Harley. But how in the hell are we going to get them home?
Aurora looks around to see if there are any employees around. Not seeing one, she turns back to Damon.
Damon: We’ll check on the way out and see if they can ship them out to Vegas…
They keep browsing through the shop when they come across some baby apparel. Aurora holds up a black onesie with a skull and crossbones and the words “Arrrr! Change Me Booty!” printed on it.
Aurora: This would be perfect for Alleria…
Damon scans the section and points out a striped onesie patterned after an old-fashioned convict uniform with a “prisoner number” and the words “I Just Did 9 Months On The Inside” printed on it.
Damon: Think that Amber would get a kick out of that one?
Aurora: I think she would.
Aurora scoops up both of them, but pauses as she contemplates the other selections.
Aurora: I’m wondering if we shouldn’t pick up a few for…
Damon: Now hold it, Harley; let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We don’t even know if they’re going to match us up with a baby. Let’s hold off on shopping for the kid until the agency contacts us, okay?
Aurora frowns a little, slumping her shoulders as she moves away from the display.
Aurora: Fiiiiine… spoilsport.
As they make their way towards the register, both of them stop in their tracks when they see one particular item in the midst of a display of incense sticks: Bacon incense.
Damon: Oh…
Aurora: My….
Both: Gods.
Aurora: Grab it….
Damon: Way ahead of you….
Grabbing a bag from a shelf under the display, he fills it near to capacity. Aurora raises an eyebrow.
Aurora: Think you got enough?
Damon: Hey, I didn’t clean them out of the stuff….
Aurora: Point taken.
As the couple make their way to the register with their selections, Aurora starts to giggle.
Aurora: You know, this stuff is going to drive Elune up the fucking wall….
They share a laugh as the scene fades to black.
Hotel Napoleon
Memphis, TN
Later that night….
Scene fades back in late Saturday night in the parking structure of the Hotel Napoleon, where Damon can be seen sitting on the hood of his rental car, a black Chevy Camaro. With his foot propped up on the bumper, he stares off into the distance before hopping off of the hood. The sound of his feet hitting the ground echoes through the concrete structure as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, glaring into the camera.
Damon: One Night Only….
In my mind, that means a slate of “once-in-a-lifetime” matches. So for me to say that facing off against a team we've already defeated is not something that thrills me is an understatement. No…. Once again, we're mired in the middle of the card, while later on in the night; you have another tag team match, Scott. You have another Johnny-come-lately, Adrien Cochrane, taking on a tin plated tyrant and his disease laden concubine. Why the favoritism, Devlin? Personally, I have nothing against Adrien as a person. In fact, the matches Aurora had with him were some of the best I've ever had the honor of witnessing. But….. Having people just walk in the door and almost immediately being handed main event slots… lets you know right off the bat what management thinks of the people that were with the promotion from day one.
But stick with me on this one… it’ll make sense with a little bit of patience…
He takes a couple of steps away from the car, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes.
Damon: If you think I’ve totally forgotten about the opponents that we DO have coming up, trust me, I haven’t. This little tangent about Adrien Cochrane does fit into the scenario…. The fact that Alechs Aurelio and Honey wouldn’t even HAVE this opportunity without Adrien stepping in and “helping”…. To be honest, since Alechs was under suspension when the Number One Contenders match took place, it could be said that he shouldn’t be taking part in this match. But you know what? Fuck it, let him have his moment in the sun.
He purses his lips and glances up at the ceiling, his eyes scanning over an oddly placed patch of graffiti.
Damon: Albert Einstein once said that “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results” What Else would you call Alechs Aurelio and Honey coming after our titles again? Instead of perhaps going after a different championship or concentrating on the Super Falcon Cup, Honey has it set in her mind to run headlong at the brick wall that is our Tag Team Championship reign. I'll say this much for you, Honey… you are one determined young woman. But as determined as you are to leave Memphis as one half of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Aurora and I are even more determined to keep them right where they belong…. With Rebel Ink.
Alechs, it’s never been about whether we like you or not. You could have a team of great people that go out every weekend and rescue puppies for the ASPCA, but if they come after what’s ours, THAT’S where we have a problem. You’ve said so yourself… you and Honey have yet to hit your stride as a team. Someday, you will be a force to be reckoned with, but now is NOT your time. Championship matches aren't the place to work on your teamwork. Coming into a situation like this unprepared isn't doing you any favors.
It's no big secret as to why Rebel Ink has had so much success in the relatively short time we've been on the scene. We're one of those rare pairings that clicked straight off the bat…. Kinda funny when you consider that Aurora pretty much loathed me when we first met. But the tag team chemistry was there from the moment we started training as a team. Of course, the fact that we have a trainer like Jason in our corner is also a huge factor in our winning formula.
Simply put, we won't be losing these belts unless one of two things happen: we get tired of being champions or a better team comes along. So far, neither of those things have happened, so you and the rest of the world need to get used to seeing these belts around our waists.
Young Cubs, One Night Only isn't your first shot at us, but if I have anything to say about it, it will be your last. We don't want to merely maintain a plateau in our championship reign, we want to move onward and upward. If Devlin Scott wants to showcase other tag teams ahead of us, that’s fine; it just means that we're going to remind him why Rebel Ink is the premier tandem in this business.
Damon turns away from the camera and starts making his way towards the parking structure exit. He stops after a few steps and looks back over his shoulder.
Damon: And there isn’t a damn thing anyone can say to the contrary...
He turns back around and resumes his walk towards the exit as the scene ends.
