Post by Aurora Graves on Oct 1, 2017 19:34:23 GMT -5
An Unnamed Warehouse
St. Louis, MO
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Inside a fairly non-descript room, a curvaceous brunette stood with her back to the camera, the light of a nearby lamp illuminating her figure as she stood with her hands in the pockets of her black jeans. As the camera zoomed in, a pair of words could be seen on the back of the woman’s red t-shirt:
Rebel Ink.
Woman: It’s not that often these days that I feel the need to speak on behalf of my clients these days...
The woman turned around, revealing none other than the manager of the former Tag Team Champions, Alicia Perry, her brown eyes shining as the legendary former champion stared into the camera.
Alicia: Perhaps that’s a habit I should change – and who knows, maybe I will.
She smirked as she wandered around the room, pausing to stand beside a stack of wooden crates that reached higher than her own height of 5’7”. She leaned against the crates, her head and back resting against the side of the pile facing the camera.
Alicia: I’ve been a part of a couple of tag teams in my time... as a part of Devastation, my husband and I went on to break the Asylum Wrestling Alliance record for not only the longest single reign as Tag Team Champions, but the longest cumulative reign as well.
She held up her hands. Gracing her clenched fists were a pair of custom brass knuckles with “Omega” in silver on one hand, “Wing” in crimson on the other.
Alicia: These babies you see wrapped around my knuckles were a gift from another tag team partner I’ve had a great amount of success with, even if it never led to any tag team gold – Jayden Hunter. I know you’re out there, Jayden...
She smiled as she looked into the camera, giving a playful wink.
Alicia: Fast forward to just over a year ago, when I paired two inked-up superstars who in my mind were destined for glory, a pair that racked up FOUR tag team championships before their first year as a team had even passed.
Voice: I’ll take it from here, Boss....
Another voice echoed through the room, followed by footsteps that grew closer with each step. Eventually, one of her protégés, Aurora Graves, stepped into frame. The tattooed blonde bombshell was clad in fairly casual attire, with a black Rebel Ink t-shirt paired with a pair of distressed blue jeans, a black and red flannel tied around her waist.
Alicia: Alright... have at it. I’ll catch up with you later.
With a smile, Alicia took her leave, as Aurora turned her attention to the camera.
Aurora: But even in her great wisdom, Alicia knows that even the greatest tag teams in the history of the business need to branch out and carve their own ways in this sport. And for me, it means going back to my roots as a singles competitor. From the first time I had ever laced up a pair of wrestling boots, I’ve only wanted one thing – to be a world champion. And in the last year, on top of everything Damon and I have done as a tag team, I’ve managed to climb to the top of the ladder both in NGW and in #FSociety. Granted, I have yet to get past that last little hurdle and actually CLAIM my first World title, but at the time, I’m glad I’ve managed to get as far as I have.
At the time, my priorities were set on tag team competition. But that’s about to change. Don’t get me wrong; Rebel Ink aren’t going anywhere. Damon will always be my tag team partner until the both of us are dead and gone. And if there’s ever someone I’d pick to stand in my corner, it’s my husband.
That being said, it’s time for me to get back on track as a singles wrestler, and I find it only fitting that that path begins on the first episode of NGW Dissension. My husband is doing the same. How this turns out, neither one of us knows, but I know that he’ll be there to support me just as I will be there for him.
The beautiful blonde gazed dreamily into the distance for a moment, then collected herself again, a defiant look in her eyes.
Aurora: But now, that brings me to the path that’s been laid out in front of me. How funny that the first step on my path to the World Heavyweight Championship is the former Redemption Heavyweight Champion, Matt Shields....
Mr. “I can’t make up my mind if I want to be a king or if I don’t” himself.... Just cut the act, already. No one outside of your little group gives a damn about your pathetic little “kingdom.” In fact, there are plenty of people that have had just about enough of your bullshit, and are banding together against you.
And in another time, I would have thought nothing of jumping into any group looking to knock people like you and your ilk off of the pedestals that you’ve built for yourselves.
Aurora’s eyelids closed just slightly more than half-way as she cast her eyes to the ground, chuckling just a little.
Aurora: Tch... “ilk.” I’ve been hanging around Alicia Perry too fucking long.
But I digress.
She shook her head.
Aurora: I’ve seen the rants you’ve been posting on Twitter, pitching your little temper tantrums about the Redemption Heavyweight Championship being renamed. I’ve seen your stupid little t-shirts saying #FUCKNGW. Look, you ungrateful shit stick. If it hadn’t been for NGW, there wouldn’t BE a Redemption Wrestling. Devlin Scott just took everything back to its roots, and while in a lot of ways, there’s still no love lost for the boss, I can at least respect that. As for you, if you don’t like it, then feel free to take your bitching to someone that’s willing to listen, because I sure as hell don’t give a flying fuck.
But do you know what I DO give a flying fuck about? I give a fuck about some douchebag biting the hand that feeds him, the same hand that signed me to my first major contract over a year ago. I give a fuck about building onto my legacy, not clinging to a past accolade like a toddler clings to a security blanket. Time for you to grow the fuck up and stop acting like one of those spoiled little shits on My Super Sweet 16, for fuck’s sake!
Aurora groaned in disgust as she threw up her arms in a gesture of exasperation.
Aurora: Meanwhile, while the spoiled little brat pitches a bitch because he can’t have his gold-plated penis extension, let me throw a little bit of knowledge in your direction. It wasn’t me that started this whole thing. That falls squarely into the hands of one Gavin Grimes. He was the one that said you couldn’t call yourself the top champion until you faced him. All I did was continue where he left off.
But even then, no one twisted Devlin Scott’s arm. In case you’ve forgotten, HE’S the one whose name is on the signature line of your paycheck. And while I’ve been known to spit in the face of authority from time to time – okay, damn near any time I get the chance, as a business owner myself, I recognize Devlin’s right to do with his company as he sees fit. And if that includes changing the name, then tough shit if you don’t like it. I couldn’t give half a rat’s ass about your stupid little “Fuck NGW” campaign; you could take your stupid t-shirts and shove them up your ass, for all I care. You can either roll with the changes, or you can get the fuck out!
The defiant look in her eyes grew more intense with each passing second as she slowly stepped closer to the camera.
Aurora: But as far as this match goes, the only thing getting buried at Dissension is my knee – right in that ugly garbage bag you call a face! In fact, let me give you a little preview....
Aurora took a couple of steps back, then charged full-force toward the camera. The last image visible was that of her denim-clad knee heading straight into the camera’s lens...
And a split second later, nothing but static filled the shot.
