Post by Damon Graves on Feb 18, 2018 22:26:03 GMT -5
Flemings Hotel
Frankfurt, Germany
Scene opens with Damon and Aurora Graves lounging around their hotel suite, with their daughter Ysera sleeping peacefully in a crib nearby. Aurora is watching videos on a laptop, and Damon walks up behind her to see that she’s playing an episode of “Dr Pimple Popper”.
Damon: UGH! That has got to be the most disgusting thing I have ever seen!
Aurora: Let me get this straight... after changing your share of Ysera’s stinky diapers, you can sit through the ridiculousness that is a Johnny Maverick promo, and yet a few blackhead extractions on YouTube is enough to turn your stomach? Come on, Puddin. At least this is somewhat educational.
Damon: Not like half the shit that comes out of Maverick’s mouth....
Aurora: Good thing Yssie usually isn’t around by the time his stuff finds its way on screen….
Damon: Yeah, because we have enough sense to make sure she’s asleep.
Aurora: Careful… he may get the idea that we don’t approve of his polyamorous lifestyle.
Damon: Weren’t you raised to be against that sort of thing?
Aurora: I was raised to believe a lot of things, Puddin. Doesn’t mean I still do. Or ever did, for that matter. I don’t think… scratch that… I KNOW I could never share you with another woman, so that lifestyle isn’t for me. But as far as anyone else is concerned…
Damon: To each their own?
Aurora shuts down her laptop and closes it.
Aurora: Exactly. It’s none of my business. Now, if one of his little side pieces decides to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong, then we’re gonna have problems. Not that you don’t have enough people behind you to help neutralize said problems.
Damon: True… does that bother you?
Aurora: Damon, we’ve been through this already. This stable thing? I’m over it. I washed my hands of the whole idea once Gray Malone abandoned us.
Damon: Pssh… Malone…. Did you have to bring his name up? I think I’d rather watch another blackhead extraction….
Aurora: Sorry. I know that’s still a bit of a sore spot with you.
Damon: The less I think about that cockwrinkle, the better….
Aurora: Which one, Malone or Maverick?
Damon: Yes.
Aurora: Touche… but it’s time for us to head out. So if you can grab our bags, I’ll get Ysera ready. Alicia and Jason will be meeting us at the arena.
Damon: No problem….
Damon turns and opens the closet to grab their travel cases. While he’s doing this Aurora reaches into the crib and gently lifts their daughter to her chest. Apart from a small grunt, Ysera doesn’t make a sound. When Damon turns around, Aurora takes Ysera’s tiny hand in hers and waves to him, bringing a smile to his face. Scene fades out.
Fraport Arena
Scene fades in with Damon sitting on one of the equipment cases in the backstage area, while the crew scurries about preparing for the show. He watches the goings on for a moment before clicking his tongue and shaking his head.
Damon: “Un-Stable”? Seriously? That’s the best your warped little raisin of a brain could come up with?
You know, Maverick, up until now, I thought you were just a fucking weirdo, but damn, I was WAY off the mark. I mean, look at the shit you were pulling with Kayla Richards. That wasn’t just you playing mind games; that was borderline stalker bullshit. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about the less talented Richards sister, but I realized that you were perfectly capable of doing the same thing against my wife, if the situation arose. And if you DID try something like that against Aurora, I’d rip your guts out and strangle you with them.
One of the stagehands walks up to the case Damon is sitting on. He opens his mouth to speak, but Damon’s icy glare prompts him to turn back around and leave.
Damon: I haven’t forgotten about what happened the last time we faced off. You made me tap out…. Not something I enjoy rehashing, but it happened. Goody for you, douchebag.
At the risk of pissing all over your rose-colored world, you aren’t the only one going into this match with a win. Yes, you made Alex tap, but I had a win too, over a reigning champion at that. Granted, it would have been just as easy for Latimer to make it back into the ring to beat the count as it was for me, but I guess he realized that it just wasn’t his night, so he said to hell with it and threw in the towel.
But that’s not the fucking point, is it?
No, MY point is that both of us are gunning for gold, but we’re not going about it the same way. While I’m putting in the effort to do things the right way, you’re going around doing your best impression of a sexual predator.
Once we enter the ring at Dissension, I’m going to keep doing what I do. You can shit on that all you want… but at least I know I can live with myself.
Damon hops off of the case.
Damon: So you can take your thinly disguised Saturday Night Live “Bass-O-Matic” ripoff and shove it straight up your ass… if there’s any room left after I put your frigging head up there.
So, I guess there’s only one thing left for me to say to you, Maverick, since it won’t be long before the two of us step out into that ring.
Good lu- no, that’s not it…
He shakes his head.
Damon: May the best… no, that’s not right, either.
He growls as he runs a hand over his face. The second he does that, his eyes light up, as if he has finally found the right words.
Damon: Ah yes… Now I remember…
He throws his fists up in front of him, so that the camera gets a close-up shot of the two words tattooed on his knuckles….
The camera lingers here for a moment before slowly fading to black.
