Post by Damon Graves on Jan 7, 2018 13:41:46 GMT -5
Scene fades in on an interview set, featuring two chairs situated at an angle against a grey-draped backdrop. A soft blue light shines overhead, casting an azure glow on the curtain. Sitting in one of the chairs is NGW Interviewer Hannah Lacey. In the other chair is NGW superstar Damon Graves, who is looking like he’d rather be anywhere other than his present location.
Hannah: With me right now is Damon Graves… Damon, 2018 has barely rang in before you and many other members of the NGW roster take part in the two-night extravaganza that is Homecoming 2018. Your thoughts?
Damon: 2017 had its ups and downs….
His face brightens as he glances up at the ceiling.
Damon: Personally, I've been blessed…. I'm married to the woman of my dreams, I have a thriving business outside of wrestling, and my wife and I are now the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl.
Hannah: So I’ve heard. Congratulations! How are you feeling about your prospects in the ring?
His expression turns sour as he turns his gaze back to Hannah.
Damon: Professionally, things coulda gone way better. After losing the Tag Team titles to that vapid little airhead Honey and her puppy dog…
Hannah frowns a little.
Hannah: Aren't you being unnecessarily harsh on Alechs Aurelio?
He scoffs, shaking his head.
Damon: You know me, Hannah; I don't sugarcoat things. Aurelio got treated like a dog. But getting back to what I was saying, after Aurora and I lost the belts, I wound up stuck in a kind of career limbo…
Hannah: Can you elaborate on that?
Damon: Yeah… Even though I have a spot in the rankings for the Five Lakes Championship, my matches lately haven't really given me much of a push in any direction…
Hannah: But you've had stellar matches against top-flight competitors, such as Alex Jones and Billy Danielson…
Again, Damon scoffs, his lip curling into a sneer.
Damon: I'm not holding anything against those guys, but did any of those matches get me even one step closer to a title opportunity?
Hannah: Er….
He sees that Hannah can’t quite figure out how to respond, so he puts a hand up and shakes his head.
Damon: No, they haven't. I'm still in the same place I was in months ago. I didn't come into this business just to be some anonymous face in the crowd…
Hannah: But your tag team championship reigns would say otherwise.
Damon: That's part of the problem. Tag team championships are fine and dandy, but am I currently wrestling as part of a tag team?
Hannah: No…
Damon: Exactly. Aurora and I could have kept on teaming and winning titles, but we knew that we were meant for something better, something bigger.
Hannah: Something like the NGW Heavyweight Championship?
Damon: With my record? Not fucking likely. No, for now, I'm looking at the Five Lakes title…
Hannah: A championship that your opponent at Homecoming has already held.
He shrugs his shoulders and scoffs at the comment.
Damon: So? He doesn't hold it now, does he?
Hannah pauses, shaking her head.
Hannah: No….
His expression continues to sour.
Damon: So he needs to realize that he's not the only one that wants that belt. He can get as many pep talks from that greaseball, poor man’s Ron Jeremy wannabe as he likes, but the fact remains that as hard as he can fight, I can fight harder. If he wants to question my heart, then he's obviously learned nothing from our past encounters. All he ever does is just repeat the same tired bullshit that every other jackass in this company does.
Hannah: The difference now is that you and Joshua Goldstein are meeting in singles competition.
Damon: Unless of course, Goldstein decides to bring his buddies….
Hannah: Now, Damon… You know that the Guardians don't operate that way!
Damon scoffs.
Damon: And that’s supposed to mean what to me, exactly? I wouldn't put it past them to make sure their little boychik comes outta this with the duke.
Hannah: You're grasping at straws, you know.
He glares at Hannah as he rests a hand on his knee, leaning forward a little with his head at an angle.
Damon: Look, if you want to take this whole thing at face value, that's on you. Me? I'm not that trusting. When you’re dealing with a group… ANY group, if you don’t consider even the most seemingly unlikely scenario, then you’re a goddamned idiot!
He leans back in his chair, tenting his fingers in front of him.
Hannah: Well, any conspiracy theories aside…
Damon glares even harder at her.
Hannah: ….without it explicitly stating so, you would have to think that the winner will be considered for a future opportunity at the Five Lakes Championship.
Damon: Which means if I play by Devlin Scott's rules, I'll be sitting in a fucking nursing home before I get a crack at whoever's holding that title. If the brass were seriously thinking about future title matches, they'd have made this match an actual contenders match. No, they want to play their silly ass games. But if they want to pull that shit with me, they're gonna be in for quite a shock.
Hannah: How so?
She looks at him curiously, even as the frustration continues to burn in the former tag team champion’s eyes.
Damon: If they expect me to be a good little boy and wait my turn, then they need to grab a firm hold of their heads and pull them out of their asses. My patience wore out a long time ago, so if I have to cause a ruckus to get my point across, then I'll do so in a heartbeat. And you know what Goldstein or anybody else can do about it?
Hannah: What's that?
Damon stands up and gets right in Hannah's face. The blonde interviewer leans back, her eyes wide as saucers as she just stares in shock.
Damon: Not a single fucking thing…. This interview is over….
Damon yanks the microphone off as he storms off of the set, leaving Hannah sitting there, flabbergasted. From there, the scene fades to black.
