Post by Damon Graves on Jan 21, 2018 4:11:05 GMT -5
Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas
Madrid, Spain
Scene opens with a panning shot of the empty bullfighting arena, finally coming to a stop when it catches Damon Graves leaning up against the railing.
Damon: In its heyday, this arena was packed to capacity with fans clamoring to see the heroic matadores risk their lives against the ferocious toros. Often, they'd wind up getting gored or trampled, but even in the face of such danger, they summoned their courage and stepped into the ring.
Sometimes, I feel that I'm carrying on that tradition…. Except I fight in a different ring and the bulls I deal with walk on two legs….
Which is exactly why the Rebel Society was born. Me, Avery Miles, Daisy Rose, and Alex Jones, we grew real tired of the bullshit that threatens to suffocate NGW.
Groups like the Destroyers want all of the power, all of the glory, and most importantly, they want everybody on the roster under their thumbs. Rampant, runaway egos are nothing new in this business, but that collective bucket of slime want things on lockdown, and that shit don't fly with us.
But if you flip the coin over, you have the Guardians. Wonderful premise, but if you strip away the veneer of altruism, you'll see that in their own way, they're just as bad as the Destroyers. Make no mistake, with that bunch, it's the Adrien Cochrane show. Everybody else is just a bit player.
In the Rebel Society, there's no “leader” to dictate how we do things. Yeah, we're four individuals, but we know the value of working as a unit. Our goal is simple: We're going to show the entire stinking world realize that none of us are to be trifled with.
We've already started off with a bang… Daisy Rose taking the Spotlight Championship from Mason Moore has given us a fair amount of momentum. Now it's time for Avery and me to keep it going by bringing home the Tag Team Championships.
But first things first….
Between us and those belts stand four people with a mission….. To become the number one contenders to the NGW Tag Team Championships. Nice wish, kids, but this ain't fucking Aladdin. Too bad for you that there's one other team looking for that spot, and that's myself and Avery Miles III.
I'll level with ya, I told myself that I wouldn’t team with anyone apart from Aurora, especially if it had anything to do with another tag team championship. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. Ever since the Young Cubs took the NGW Tag Team titles and did absolutely NOTHING with them, I got more and more pissed off. Rebel Ink made those titles MEAN something. When we held them, we had great tag teams coming out of the woodwork, looking to take on the best. But once we decided to turn our attentions elsewhere, the prestige of those belts went straight to hell.
I mean, look at the pieces of ass mucus holding the belts now….
Damon’s face twists in disgust.
Damon: Jack Tillman and Matthew Shields….
It makes my blood boil seeing those two disrespect all the effort that not only Rebel Ink, but every other team that held those titles and actually gave a fuck about them. So when Avery talked to me about making a run for the Tag Team Championships, it was a no-brainer. Both of us have held the belts before. Hell, Avery was the one that Rebel Ink won the belts from in the first place! So the fact that we have that kind of experience on our side is a huge obstacle that the rest of these teams just can’t overcome..
Number one on the hit parade, we have Jessica Sears and Adrien Cochrane… the Guardians. “Oh, we must save NGW…” Of course, if you translate Guardian to English, “Save NGW” means “hog the spotlight”.
Cochrane, you don’t fool me for a second. You want to be everyone’s “protector” but you’re the biggest egomaniac out of the bunch. “Look at me! I’m a white knight! Look at how shiny my armor is!” Earth to asshat… guess what? Life ain’t so black and white; there are shades of gray… sometimes you have to be willing to get your hands dirty in order to get things done.
Sears, this is gonna get awkward. You and Aurora are friends, which is rare, because my wife isn't known for having very many female friends. Gaming is the common factor that you two share. Problem is, you and I have something different in common, but instead of bringing us together in friendship, it makes us rivals. We both want the same thing, to knock those fucking Destroyers down a peg or two. But while you'll try to take the high road, like the “Nerd Paladin” you are, I'm not so squeaky clean…
But you aren't the only dance partners Avery and I have to concentrate on. We also have Ronnie North and Kaylee Kassie… Radicalliance 2.0…
Damon has to fight back the urge to laugh, but he maintains his composure.
Damon: Correct me if I’m wrong, but wouldn’t version 2.0 indicate that this is an upgrade from version 1.0? Replacing Blazer with Kassie doesn’t seems like much of an upgrade to me, especially if you have some sorta hangup about your partner, North.
Last time anyone saw you, or even gave a rat’s ass about you, Ronnie, you were on hiatus due to a “back injury”...
Damon rolls his eyes.
Damon: Meanwhile, while you were sitting at home and gathering dust, Blazer went and made a name for himself, leaving your sorry ass in the dust. What did you expect to happen when you got bored of banging porn stars? Did you expect Goldstein to just drop whatever he was doing to resurrect the Radicalliance? Surely you're not THAT big of an idiot. So, since you’re so freaking desperate to be relevant again, you did the next best thing and recruited Blazer’s fiance….
Speaking of which...
Kassie, out of everyone in this match, you’re probably the one that sticks out the most. If you had any more ring rust, we’d have to have a doctor on hand to administer tetanus shots. You’ve gone from running West Coast Genesis to the thick of the tag team division. I’m not disregarding your talent, but jumping straight into championship competition? I don’t care who you are; you’re going to need time to step up your game, and that’s a luxury none of us are going to give you…
Damon vaults over the railing, landing inside the actual bullring. A few feet away is a wooden wall, barely tall enough for a man to hide behind. Draped over the corner is a traditional matador’s cape.
Damon: When we meet inside the ring at Dissension, Avery and I? We’ve got tunnel vision. Our sights are set on Shields and Tillman, and anybody standing in our way is going to get trampled…
Damon's hand dances over the intricate embroidery adorning the cape.
Damon: And that's no bull…
He snatches the cape and flings it over the camera lens, ending the scene.
