Reclaiming what's ours

Scene opens with Damon Graves sitting at a table. Resting in the middle of the table is one of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Championship belts. Damon's attention seems to be focused on a toy he holds in his hands. After a few seconds, he looks up into the camera and smiles.

Damon: Normally, a grown man playing with toys would get laughed at, but this isn't an ordinary toy…

Damon holds up what he's holding…. A plush blonde-haired doll with an outfit matching the ring gear worn by fellow Redemption Wrestling competitor, Honey.

Damon: I had this custom made for Convergence…. Hell, I may just pitch this to that nutsack running this operation. He's always looking to make a quick buck or two. I even went the extra mile and made sure that not only does it look like Honey, it sounds like her, too…

Damon squeezes the doll’s tummy.

Doll: Hi, I'm Honey!

Another squeeze, even though the saccharine, high-pitched voice rips through his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Doll: I'm a champion!

Another squeeze.

Doll: I worked really, really hard to get here…

Damon sneers as he tosses the doll over his shoulder.

Damon: Yeah, it doesn't really say anything else, but then again, neither does the person it's modeled after. Now, if I were you, Honey, I'd feel flattered. I mean, your cousin has a doll, too; it's just that yours is one we can actually sell to children…

Alechs, I’ll bet you’re wondering why I didn’t make one for you. Honestly, I thought about it, but then I did a little digging and I found this…

Damon slips a hand under the championship belt, pulling up a slip of paper. He holds it up to the camera, revealing a picture of Alechs and a familiar-looking cartoon character.



Damon: When I realized that you already look a lot like Ryder from Paw Patrol, I decided against it. The last thing I need right now is Nickelodeon breathing down my neck for copyright infringement. My lawyers may be good, but not THAT good!

He shrugs, tossing the picture aside.

Damon: But that’s enough playing around. I don’t think I need to get into why I hold such animosity. To put it simply, the two of you are laying claim to something that doesn't belong to you. Even worse is the fact that you know that you really aren't the legitimate tag team champions, but you choose to ignore it and parade around as if you've actually accomplished something…

Every single time either of you open your mouths and crow about being the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, it's like someone ripping the scab off of a freshly healed wound and pouring lemon juice on it. It may not be fatal, but it’s really fucking annoying.

But at Convergence, my wife and I can finally take care of this “little oversight” of Devlin’s by beating you decisively, and just so there's no more doubt as to who the top team in Redemption Wrestling, it's a two out of three falls match. No more controversy, Cubs. This time, there won’t be any doubt as to who the rightful champions are.

Damon stands up, picking up the belt from the table. He holds it out in front of him so that he can gaze into the center plate.

Damon: You know, when Aurora and I won our first championships, there were a lot of people that gave us shit because of how we won them. But when Avery Miles III came out to face us by himself, now THAT took a lot of balls. More balls than blithely ignoring the fact that the referee fucked up. You ignored it, Devlin ignored it, but WE didn’t. If you were to try putting the shoe on the other foot, then maybe you’d understand why we’re so pissed off. In a way, it’s as if someone had broken into our home and stolen a family heirloom. This is about our legacy, Cubs, and we’re not about to let it be tarnished by a referee’s bullshit bad call. Every single day that’s passed since that debacle has made us more and more angry about what was taken from us, and that anger has honed our focus to a razor’s edge. You may not like the way we do things, but that’s what got us where we are, and we’re not about to change. No… the only thing we’re looking to change is who takes possession of the Redemption Tag Team Championship belts.

I think I’ve said more than enough. It’s time for my wife and I to take back what we never should have lost. If it all comes down to this last fight, then you’d better believe that you’re going to be in for the fight of your life. The times in the past that you’ve faced us were when we were fighting to keep what was ours. This time around, we have a much different mindset… one that you have no idea how to deal with. And once Convergence is in the record books, Aurora and I can get back to doing what we set out to do when we first won the Tag Team titles in the first place, and that’s taking on any and all comers that think they can wrench the belts from our grasp. We’ve danced to the same tune a few times too many, and in all honestly, we’d really like some fresh dance partners.

And Honey, one last thing. This may be your cousin’s favorite match, but you need to stop trying to be like her. You’re not doing yourself any favors by trying to fit into someone else’s shoes. I’m not saying to be more like us, because you’d stick out like a pimple on Prom Night. But ask yourself this question…. Do you want the world to remember you as Honey Smith, a woman that blazed her own trail in this business… or do you want it to remember you as Trixie Smith’s cousin?

At this point, Damon’s wife Aurora enters from off-screen, with her New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Championship draped over her shoulder. A couple of steps from the chair Damon currently sits in, she looks down and scoops up the “Honey” doll he previously discarded.

Aurora: Um, Damon? Why was this on the floor? Are you secretly practicing voodoo or something?

Damon turns to her with a slight smirk on his face.

Damon: Since when would I need voodoo to win a match? As for the doll… it’s a long story….

He stands up, collects his title belt from the table, and leads Aurora off-screen as the scene fades to black.[/i]