Post by Aurora Graves on Jan 21, 2018 12:19:14 GMT -5
Ibarra Family Compound
La Moraleja, Madrid, Spain
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a black Rebel Ink t-shirt, Aurora Graves leaned back in a white striped patio chair beneath the shade of her grandmother’s covered back porch, her feet propped up on the grey wooden table as she sipped on a glass of Kalimotxo – a mixture of red wine and Coca-Cola. As she pulled the glass away from her lips, a single drop of the deep red liquid lingered on her bottom lip as she let out a satisfied sigh. She drew her lip beneath her upper teeth to reclaim the errant droplet before setting the now-empty glass down on the table.
Aurora: Ah... good to know that my mother wasn’t kidding about Abuelita’s Kalimotxo. I was too young last time I was here.
She smiled as she stood up from her seat, stepping out into the afternoon sun. The grass pushed up between her red-painted toes as she walked across the yard toward the fence surrounding the swimming pool.
Aurora: I know, I know... everyone’s probably wondering where my allegiances lie, now that there’s a three way stable war going on. And for that matter, why I of all people wasn’t asked to be a member of Rebel Society.
It’s simple, really. You see, too many times, I’ve joined up with other wrestlers under a common goal, only to have everything go straight to hell just when they start to really make an impact.
She scoffed as she reached the corner post of the fence, resting her hand against the cold steel dome at the top.
Aurora: So yeah... long story short? I’m staying out of the whole stable game this time around. The only ones in this business that I give a damn about know damn well who they are. The rest?
She shook her head.
Aurora: Well, that depends on whether or not they’ve done anything to piss me off.
With a smirk on her face, Aurora pushed away from the post. She continued to walk the length of the fence, toward the edge of the property. About midway, she stopped.
Aurora: Now, when it comes to the Destroyers, it should come as no surprise that the only one of them that I didn’t despise was Coda. But with her gone, this new incarnation can eat a bowl of flaming shit for all I care. They call themselves a family, but let’s take a deeper look as to why.
Kayla Richards is fucking Matt Shields; that much is obvious. Now, they’ve added Kayla’s brother Jaxon to the mix. And then...
She chuckled sarcastically as she glanced off to the side.
Aurora: And then there’s Jack Tillman.
Tell me, Jack. Just where do you fit into the “family”? I hardly ever hear your name come up whenever either Kayla or Shields start flapping their gums. Hell, even when Coda was around, her name came up a hell of a lot more than yours ever has. I guess “the Ripper” doesn’t rank as high on the Destroyers totem pole as Coda did.
She scoffed as she ran her finger along the netting that stretched between the fenceposts.
Aurora: Look at you... one half of the Tag Team Champions and the Five Lakes Champion on top of that... you’d think your partner would talk more about you than to merely speak about the many excuses for why the Destroyers lost at Warfare. No... he’s too busy revving up his own hype train. Sure, he may throw you a nod or two, so long as you hold the Five Lakes Championship, and you continue to hold the Tag Team Championships, but what happens when you no longer show to be of any real benefit to their cause? What happens when you are no longer a dual champion – or worse... no longer a champion at all? Don’t say it’ll never happen, because it will. And it’ll be a shame when that happens, because while the entire world knows that out of that entire stable full of jackasses, you’re the most successful, you can bet your last dollar that the others will blame you for it.
Now, I know what you’re going to say. “All Aurora Graves ever does is post pictures of her body, she’s not a real wrestler.” Hell, that’s what you always seem to do when you’re up against a wrestler that happens to be female. Let me stop you right there, because I’m not listening to any of that bullshit. It’s called “SOCIAL MEDIA,” not “I’m a one-dimensional meatbrick media,” Jack. If you want to think that being a wrestler means never showing who you are outside of the ring, that’s on you. But that doesn’t give him the right to say that’s the ONLY way a wrestler should be. Sure, you have a right to your ignorance, just like I have a right to call you out on it.
I may not be a second-generation wrestler like you, Jack. Hell, my father did his damnedest to try and keep me from following in my brothers’ footsteps. But it’s been 10 years since I first stepped into a wrestling ring, and I was already tying guys much bigger than myself into knots while you were still waiting for your balls to drop!
She paused, chuckling a little.
Aurora: Of course, we’re still waiting for that...
She cocked her head to the side, the smirk still plastered on her face.
Aurora: And while my four years in the indies didn’t amount to much more than a fuckton of hotel reward points, my career from the original NGW to the present speaks for itself. Four tag team championships in three different companies – or two if you count both incarnations of NGW as one and the same – and I’ve been named the number one contender for a world championship TWICE during that same time. And while I don’t go out of my way to let the world see me training all the time, and my manager doesn’t hawk mouthguards with my name on them. For that matter, I don’t have a fuckton of nicknames, because I don’t need them.
I’m not the type of wrestler that signs with fifty different companies at the same time, because I prefer to devote my time and energy to one company and one alone. If I were to spread myself so thin as to spend more time traveling from one place to the next than I do in an actual wrestling ring, I’d burn out faster than a tea light in a hurricane. But go right ahead and proclaim yourself better than anyone else on the roster, even your own buddies the Destroyers, by saying you’re the only “full-time” wrestler on the roster.
She rolled her eyes.
Aurora: Seriously, Jack... get over yourself. You’re nothing special. You’re no different than that DiMaria cunt over in West Coast Genesis... the one that thinks the whole fucking world revolves around her. People like you try to cram as much as they can into the smallest window of time, only to wear out faster than a pair of paper-soled shoes. What’s going to be left of you in five years, or even one, when you have the joints of a man three times your age? When you’re forced into an early retirement because your body just can’t take it anymore?
She shrugged her shoulders as she made her way back toward the patio.
Aurora: You can go ahead and question my resolve, you can downplay everything that I’ve ever done in this business, but if you want to make the mistake of judging me by painting me with the same brush that you paint every other woman on the roster, then that mistake is going to come back to bite you in the ass. Just ask around to people like Adrien Cochrane, Avery Miles III, and even Gavin Grimes. I’m sure they’re more than willing to vouch for what I can do in that ring.
I don’t give a flying fuck what you do outside of NGW, Jack. When it comes to professional wrestling, the only thing that matters to me is NGW. So by all means, call me unfocused, call me undedicated, whatever... I don’t really give a fuck. I’ll be too busy making you choke on every last fucking syllable.
Jack, you may think you’re the hottest piece of shit on the turd pile, but the Destroyers’ reputation as the most dominant stable in professional wrestling isn’t going to last forever. As good as you think you are, there will come a time when you cross paths with someone that much better than you, and mark my words... your time is coming sooner than you think.
A growl forced its way from her throat as she pushed the camera down, letting it fall onto the grass. With the camera now on its side, the last shot it showed was Aurora storming back into the house before the scene faded out.
