Post by Damon Graves on Feb 4, 2018 13:47:25 GMT -5
Trajan’s Forum
Rome, Italy
Here we find Damon Graves, strolling amongst the columns and stone blocks that festoon the ancient landmark. Stopping to occasionally run his fingers over the pieces of history that lay there, he looks up into the camera.
Damon: Rome….
The Eternal City
It’s pretty mind blowing when you consider how much of western civilization’s history happened in an area of less than 500 square miles….
But when New Generation Wrestling brings Dissension to this city, I plan on adding my own contribution….
Ya see, I get to face off against Scotty Latimer, the reigning Young Lions Champion, and until a short while ago, this was gonna be a non-title bout…
Damon looks around a notices a nearby bench, sauntering over and planting himself on it.
Damon: Gotta hand it to you, Scotty. You did something that most people thought was impossible…
You defeated Coda.
Noir only that, but you took the Young Lions Championship from her. Bravo, Lattimer. Well done. You beat a woman that was considered damn near unstoppable, and in doing so, sent her packing from NGW.
But right now, you've got a fuckton of irons in the fire, buddy.
In Seattle Pro Wrestling, you have to deal with the fallout of the Midnight Horsemen imploding on you, plus the fact that you have a few options on your plate as far as titles to pursue while you’re there.
In Sixth City Pro, you’re making a run at gold there…
And let’s not forget that you’re keeping tabs on on Ruby Lance’s career…. Hey, I get it man. You want to be the supportive boyfriend, but sometimes it gets to the point of being a “helicopter mom”. She’s a grown woman, chief. I mean, come on! I love my wife with all of my heart, and support her as much as I can, but I don’t hover over her every second of the day. I know Aurora’s capable of handling her own business. She doesn’t need me crowing like a rooster every time she takes a breath.
But you know what I’m not seeing, Scotty?
I can’t help but notice that you aren’t really paying much attention to NGW, pal, and apart from that one backhanded comment you made right after the match was signed, you seem to have COMPLETELY neglected the fact that you’re facing ME at Dissension….
That is, until the powers that be decided to make this match for your title…..
Let me guess, you’re one of the multitude of people who want to overlook me and concentrate on pretty much anything else….
Damon hangs his head, closes his eyes, and chuckles under his breath before snapping his head back up and staring straight into the lens.
Damon: HUGE mistake, buddy.
At Dissension, you're certainly going to notice me.
Ask your buddy Danielson about me, Scotty. At least he had the fucking courtesy to acknowledge me and what I can do inside the ring. But you? Not a fucking peep. This is how you represent the division? Ignore your opponent? Wow, thanks a lot, champ.
Hype your matches in the Sixth City Pro Heavyweight Championship tournament? Sure.
Advertise not only your own matches in Seattle Pro, but ones you're not even involved in? Check.
Make sure you let everybody know about Ruby Lance’s matches, even though the two of you don't even work in the same promotion? No problemo.
Mention that you have a match against a ranked contender for your Young Lions Championship?
Way down on your list of priorities…..
Even after you “magnanimously” told Devlin Scott to put the title on the line, you spent more time in a dick waving contest with your ex-running buddy Mason Moore...
It's as if that belt and anyone coming after it are an afterthought. “Huh? I have a match in NGW? Totally slipped my mind.”
Damon stands up and stretches for a bit before continuing.
Damon: I don't hate you, Scotty. Hell, I don't even dislike you. But the fact that you have barely uttered more than a single fucking word about this match actually says a hell of a lot more than anything you ever could. To me, it says that you don't think that I'm worth mentioning. That I'm beneath your notice. And THAT is the kind of bullshit that pisses me off the most.
When I first stepped into the national spotlight, I had every intention of making my mark on this business on my own, but fate had different plans. Instead, I became part of one of the hottest tag teams in the sport: Rebel Ink. Together, my wife and I set the fucking world of professional wrestling on fire, and that's something even a blind man could see. But once we decided to show that we were more than JUST tag team wrestlers, THAT'S when people started with the bullshit….
“Junior partner”
“Weak link”
With each word, Damon’s expression grows harder and tighter.
Damon: No matter where I went, that's the sorta crap I had to put up with. At first, it was no big deal. I let it roll off of me like water off a duck’s ass. But of course, as time passes, it's more like Chinese water torture.
Drip…
Drip….
Drip…..
But where some people would pack it in and leave, I'm taking every last bit of scorn and using it to stoke the fires that are rising up inside me. I do need to give you a head's up, Scotty. Running on this kinda fuel makes a man mean…. Not that I was much off a nice guy in the first place.
Damon collects himself and calms down.
Damon: But there is a bit of a silver lining to all of this. I'm not getting the rest of the Rebel Society involved in this, Latimer. This is strictly between you and me. You make sure that Danielson stays out of this and we're copacetic.
Whether I leave Rome with a title belt or not, I WILL be leaving with a damned good match against a standing champion. That alone proves that I'm more than what people have perceived me to be.
But just in case, make damn sure that you're ready for a fight, because Rome is the place that I finally get my very first singles championship opportunity, and I'm going to do everything I possibly can to win that Young Lions Championship, Latimer.
With that, he dusts off his pants, turns, and walks off as the scene fades out.
