Post by Damon Graves on Nov 6, 2016 19:01:06 GMT -5
McCarran International Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
Scene fades in on the lobby of McCarran’s executive terminal, where the new Mr. and Mrs. Graves can be seen walking into view, their arms linked together. Despite their long flight, they both look well-rested, with that newlywed glow on their faces. Aurora looks through the windows of the terminal, sighing as she spots some of the Las Vegas landmarks in the distance.
Aurora: Home, sweet home.
Damon: No rest for the wicked, though. Jason is expecting us in the gym once the limo drops us off.
Aurora: Have to work off all of those exotic drinks, I suppose….
Damon: Too true. But we DO have a match to get ready for….
She nods her head in agreement, then suddenly, her face takes on a bit of a greenish tinge.
Aurora: Um, Puddin….
Damon: Yes, Harley?
Aurora: Umm, I need to use “the facilities”. That last burrito I ate isn't exactly agreeing with me…
Damon looks around, spotting the familiar face of Emmett, the Perrys’ personal chauffeur. As his wife turns to head toward the ladies’ room, Damon grabs her hand and smiles.
Damon: Tell you what, you take care of nature's call, and I'll grab our stuff and head over to the limo. You can meet me there when you're done.
Aurora smiles as she looks past her husband to wave at Emmett.
Aurora: Ok, Mr. Graves….
Damon pulls her in for a gentle kiss on the lips.
Damon: See you in a bit, Mrs. Graves….
Aurora smiles as she blushes ever so slightly.
Aurora: I don’t think I'll ever get tired of you calling me that…
And on that note, Aurora heads off in search of the nearest restroom. Damon turns and heads off toward where Emmett is standing, a sheepish smile on his face as he approaches.
Emmett: Shall we wait for Mrs. Graves, sir?
Damon: No need for the formalities, Emmett. But yeah, she just had to make a bit of a pit stop, then she’ll be right back out.
Emmett: Alright, then. We shall wait for her. The crew have already loaded your belongings into the limo; I trust you two enjoyed yourselves on your honeymoon. Pity you two had to cut it so short.
Damon: Says who?
Emmett: But, don’t you two have a match on Sunday?
Damon: Clearly, you don’t know how my wife and I operate. Just because we’ve got a match on the agenda in a couple of days, doesn’t mean we’re not still on our honeymoon. This is just a part of the fun for us.
Emmett: If you say so, sir…
Damon: Dude… I told you. Don’t call me “sir”.
Emmett: Whatever you say, sir.
Damon rolls his eyes as he sits down on a nearby luggage cart.
Damon: (under his breath) Damn that demon burrito… Hurry up, Harley!
McCarran International Airport
Executive Terminal
The roar of jet engines fills the air as planes and helicopters alike take to the sky, one after the other. The monotony in this place is of the sort that could put even a chronic insomniac to sleep, so Damon keeps himself awake by perusing through his cellphone. What he sees doesn’t seem to amuse him, as he shakes his head in dismay before turning it off and putting it away.
Damon: Devlin, you're just not getting it through that thick skull, aren't you? What have Aurora and I been telling you since the very first Redemption Wrestling event? Time and time again, we told you that we wanted to face the best teams that you could find, and you've repeatedly put us up against lackluster talent. Radicalliance '85? Sent those dipshits back to the 20th Century. Hell, we've taken your so-called "champions" and made them look like amateurs. Yes, you've promised that we will get our well-deserved rematch against Chaos Love in the Main Event of night one of Winter Solstice, but in the meantime, you've saddled us against the makeshift team of Skye Dawkins and Caroline Burchill. THIS is how we're supposed to stay sharp? Sorry, pal, but I've had enough cupcakes lately to rot my teeth outta my fucking head.
Tell me, "boss", which team is being punished here? Are you punishing Rebel Ink for being humongous pains in your ass? Or are you punishing these two scrubs for wasting everybody's time pretending to be wrestlers? Call it a burial if you want; after all, neither of these women have crossed our paths before. But here's the thing, folks... I own up to being a complete asshole. I don't sugarcoat a damn thing on camera or in the ring, and I certainly have no problem ripping people apart on the mic. Ladies, get the aloe vera ready, because here comes the burn....
He turns away to scan the area for his wife. No such luck, so he turns back to the camera.
Damon: I've gone over everything either of you have said or done since you stepped foot in Redemption Wrestling, and none of it has come close to being memorable. Your interviews are so damned generic, I was expecting to see a white background with the word "PROMO" written on it in Times New Roman. And inside the ring? Bland as unbuttered toast.
Dawkins, being from England doesn't make you a Queen. They already have one, and last time I bothered to check, she wasn't some talentless chucklehead. The last person that we faced that called themselves royalty wound up with their crown forced down their throat by the soles of our boots.Daddy isn’t here to buy you a shiny new championship belt and tell you that you’re something special. This is the real world, and that entitlement bullshit doesn’t fly around here. But if you wanna persist on trying to make people "bow down" to you, I have the perfect throne lined up for you... it has a handle and flushes, O Queen of Shite....
Your turn, Burchill. Didn't want you to feel left out...
Instead of playing the role of egotistical hack like your partner, you went the "plucky ingenue" route... What was it you said? "I didn't come here to disappoint, but to dominate", if I remember correctly. So, unless your plan was to "dominate" the few cubic feet of the arena floor where you landed after getting tossed out of the ring, I would have to put your debut squarely in the realm of 'disappointment". I can understand that your past may be a place of comfort for you, because your present is looking bleaker and bleaker by the second. Time to wake up from your daydreaming, Princess.
If you think that pooling your collective talents are going to reverse your fortunes and put you on a winning track, you should definitely reconsider. My wife and I are the very best tag team in Redemption Wrestling, regardless of who actually holds the title belts. Our track record speaks for itself; in straight-up competition, defeat is as rare to us as winning the World Series is to the Chicago Cubs; or to put it in terms that you can more easily understand, you'd sooner find Queen Elizabeth going on a weeklong cocaine binge than you'd find us on the losing end of a match.
That being said, if the two of you decide to go through with this, don’t expect a warm welcome to OUR domain. Yes, we just got finished with our honeymoon, but that doesn't mean that everything is going to be rainbows and fluffy kittens when I get in the ring. On the contrary, if you see me smiling in the ring, you’re already fucked.
A hand enters the frame from behind Damon and taps him on the shoulder. He turns around the see Aurora standing there, looking amused.
Aurora: Cutting a promo, I see….
Damon: May as well. Just standing around doing nothing but people watching all afternoon is only going to drive me up the wall…
Aurora:: Did you happen to catch what our opponents had to say?
Damon: Yeah, I di… Wait, you watched their promos while you were on the crapper?
Aurora: All things considered, it was appropriate.
Damon: You have a point. Didn’t do a damn thing to help keep me awake, so….
Aurora: Neither of them have a clue what they’re up against.
Damon: Nope. But considering that Chaos Love’s match comes after ours, they might do the smart thing and watch what happens to these two nimrods.
Aurora: Likewise, we’ll be done in plenty of time to watch Radicalliance beat them just like they did the first time.
Emmett, Aurora and Damon make their way out toward a black Cadillac XTS limousine. Aurora eyes the glistening black car with a raised eyebrow.
Aurora: Wow… now THAT’S a limo!
Damon: Yeah, but first thing’s first. Let’s get the hell out of here, get our happy asses to the gym, and show our trainer that we haven’t been slacking off over the last few days.
Aurora: Oh, Puddin… I’m sure Jason knows damn well what we’ve been doing, and I don’t think he needs the visual.
Aurora shoots her husband a playful smile, winking as Emmett opens the back door, allowing Aurora to enter the limo. Damon climbs in after her, with Emmett shutting the door behind him. He makes his way to the driver’s side door, get’s in, and starts up the engine as the scene fades to black.
