Post by Aurora Graves on Nov 20, 2016 15:18:55 GMT -5
Graves Residence – Living room
Las Vegas, NV
Friday, November 18, 2016
Through the window, the sky was almost pitch black, making it seem far later than the actual time of 5:00 pm. Clad in a pair of black cotton shorts and one of Damon’s t-shirts, Aurora sat curled up on the couch with her cat Selina curled up beside her. Not to be left out, Bruce had wedged himself between Aurora and his Abyssinian sister. She scratched each of the cats in turn behind their ears, listening to them purr as they both dozed off.
Aurora: Hmph... better cap it at two cats. I’m running out of room on the couch!
She grabbed the remote from the end table and pushed a button, prompting a screen to roll down from the ceiling. A beam of light shot from the projector mounted on the other side of the room, hitting the screen to reveal a shot of the exterior of the Planet Hollywood Casino, the words “The Wedding of Aurora and Damon” scrawled across the screen in elegant white script.
Aurora leaned against the arm of the couch, her long, flaxen strands falling down over her shoulder as she tilted her head and smiled. On the screen, a scene straight out of a Hollywood premiere played out, as each of their wedding guests walked the red carpet, pausing to be briefly interviewed by one of the Casino employees.
She continued to watch, not noticing that the couch was about to get even more crowded until Damon slipped into the seat beside her, placing her feet in his lap.
Damon: Watching the wedding video, I see...
He held out a bowl of popcorn, the rich aroma of garlic butter wafting up toward her face as she closed her eyes and smelled.
Aurora: Mmmmm, don’t mind if I do. Walking around the house shirtless again, I see.
Damon: I don’t hear you complaining. Besides, you snagged the shirt I was wearing!
She smirked at Damon and grabbed a handful of popcorn, popping each piece into her mouth one at a time as they both turned their eyes to the screen. As Aurora’s father Ian was being interviewed, Damon pursed his lips.
Damon: Uh, Harley... as much as I laughed my ass off as your dad tried to make sense of the Host’s “Who are you wearing” spiel, would you mind if we fast-forwarded to the reception?
Aurora: “What do you mean ‘who am I wearing?’ I’m wearing a suit, not a person!”
She did her best to speak in a voice as close to her father’s as she could get before bursting into laughter as she advanced the video.
Damon: Whoa, wait... stop!
Aurora quickly hit play to resume the video, only to find that she had advanced it a little TOO far. By the time the video began to play again, it had gotten to the point where Damon was about to toss the garter. Upon seeing himself on the screen, standing in front of a crowd of eager bachelors, Damon sat back on the couch with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face.
Damon: On second thought, this is even better. Next to our first dance, this is my favorite part of the video!
Aurora: If I remember correctly, you got a little too enthusiastic and bit my thigh when you grabbed the garter with your teeth!
Damon: What? I was enjoying myself. Besides, you have very tasty thighs...
Aurora: Whatever. Just don’t make a habit of trying to turn me into your own personal chew toy....
Damon: Can I help it if I make you squeak?
Aurora: You’re incorrigible, you know that?
Damon: And here I thought that was the reason you married me....
Aurora: Well, it was one of them.
They both looked at the screen, which showed Damon dressed in his wedding finery, preparing to launch Aurora’s garter over his head. He let the garter fly, slingshotting it backwards over his shoulder, then turned to watch as it sailed across the dance floor, heading toward the waiting hands of Aurora’s older brother Orion...
Only to be intercepted by Avery Miles III, who dove for the garter like he was diving to save a priceless vase from shattering on the floor. He caught it, landing hard on the dance floor before getting up and holding up his prize with an “I meant to do that” look on his face.
Aurora: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy that eager to get his hands on a piece of lingerie....
Damon: Well, then again, considering who caught the bouquet, I’m kinda not surprised he went after it. By that same token, Avery’s never been one to give up on something once he sets his mind to it.
Aurora: That’s one of the things I’ve always liked about him. Can’t say the same for his tag team partner though.
Damon: Trixie? You mean Devlin Scott’s personal plaything? I think we can handle her.... Anyway, back to the video.
Aurora paused, pursing her lips in an effort to push back the smile that tried to force its way onto her face. She held up her hand, her index finger raised as she gave Damon a sheepish look.
Damon: Harley, what’s with the face?
Aurora: Yeah... about that bouquet toss....
Damon: What?
Aurora: Don’t say anything to anyone... but I may or may not have been aiming for Taylor when I tossed the bouquet, which might I add is NOT an easy task when you’re standing with your back to the crowd.
Damon: Why, you sneaky little fox!
Aurora: To be honest, I had half a mind to just say to hell with the toss and just hand it to her outright. But then I’d have missed out on the fun of watching all the other girls slam into each other like a bunch of football players.
Damon: I knew there was a reason for that sadistic gleam in your eyes just as you turned that thing loose. Come here, you!
Damon chuckled playfully as he pushed Aurora’s feet off of his lap. He made his way across the couch, inadvertently knocking the cats down to the floor until he hovered over his wife, a suggestive smile on his face. Aurora locked eyes with her husband, playfully biting her lip before throwing her arms around him and pulling him toward her. The popcorn bowl was upended, its contents spreading across the floor as it rolled around on its rim and the cats ran from the clamor. The couple momentarily paused as Damon looked at the mess on the floor.
Damon: Think we should get that?
Aurora thought about it for a moment. The scent from the popcorn floated up from the floor, but quickly faded from her mind as she turned her eyes back into the emerald gaze of her husband. The pair both flashed wicked smiles as they lay on the couch nose to nose....
Aurora and Damon: NAH!
As they shared one final laugh, Aurora raised her head just enough to meet Damon in a long, passionate kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer as she locked her fingers into Damon’s hair. As husband and wife began to melt into a writhing mass of passion, oblivious to anything else in the room, the faint jingling of a small bell rang softly from the hallway, followed by a flash of reddish-gold streaking through the room as Selina leapt onto the back of the couch. With her gaze fixed on the coffee table, she quickly dropped down onto the skin of Damon’s exposed back, her claws poking into his flesh as she prepared to leap across the gap between the couch and the table...
Damon: ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!
In that brief second of time as Selina launched herself from Damon’s back, Damon pulled himself from the grip of Aurora’s legs, sitting back on his haunches as he focused his eyes on Selina in a piercing stare, his chest heaving half from shock – half from his encounter with Aurora. Aurora propped herself up on her elbows as Selina’s amber eyes shifted slowly between her two humans.
Damon: I don’t believe this...
His voice took on a frustrated growl as Aurora slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the end of the couch, her face an odd mixture of frustration and amusement.
Damon: I just got cockblocked by a cat!
The mood clearly broken, Aurora giggled as she rose from the couch and headed toward the kitchen.
Aurora: I’ll go get the broom and clean up the mess on the floor.
As she rounded the back of the couch, she placed her hands on her husband’s shoulders and leaned in close, placing her lips next to Damon’s ear.
Aurora: You and I can pick this up later...
A smile graced Damon’s face as the seductive purr of his wife’s voice filled his ear. As Aurora walked away, he followed every shift of her hips with his eyes.
Damon: You’re damn right we will....
Aurora and Damon’s bedroom
Later that night
As the camera clicked on, the amber eyes of Aurora’s cat Selina filled the screen as Aurora tilted her laptop for a better angle. Once she had the right angle, Aurora gently scooted Selina out of the way.
Aurora: Go on, Selina. Now’s not the time to play “If I fits, I sits.”
Selina slinked away to another corner of the bed and began to groom herself as Aurora smiled and turned to the camera.
Aurora: Ever since Glory in Denver, things have certainly started to pick up here in Redemption. From all over the world, people are chomping at the bit just for the chance to work here. Damon and I were fortunate enough to be among the first group chosen to sign on the dotted line. And now look at where we are...
Just two more shows before my husband and I get to step in the ring and knock the paper champions that call themselves Chaos Love off of their cozy little perches and take what should have been ours to begin with – the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Championships. And while there’s nothing Damon and I can do about the fact that those two goofs are on record as the company’s first champions – hey, we’ve already claimed that same title in a place where those queef-breathed choad gobblers...
As the blur of another body flopped onto the bed behind her, Aurora bounced gently. The figure behind her moved into view of the camera, revealing Aurora’s other half. Having heard what his wife just said, Damon gave her a look of feigned surprise.
Damon: Hey! Since when do you talk like that?
Aurora: Maybe being married to you has brought out my inner bitch. You’re such a bad influence on me, Puddin’!
Damon chuckled as he tapped his wife playfully on the nose.
Damon: You know me, Harley; I’m more than happy to do my part to piss people off.
Aurora: And you do a phenomenal job of that, baby.
With a smug expression on his face, Damon mouthed the words “I try.”
Aurora: Anyway, as I was saying, they wouldn’t stand a chance against some of the wrestlers we’ve been facing lately. Chaos Love indeed... they don’t know the meaning of the word “chaos”.
The tattooed blonde rolled her eyes, her face twisted momentarily into a look of disgust.
Damon: But before we tear those two lovesick puppies apart, piece by piece, let’s take a moment to talk about what’s coming up this Sunday as we set our sights on the Talking Stick Resort Arena, and the next episode of Glory.
Aurora: Now, things are finally starting to get interesting! It’s about time Devlin Scott put us in the ring with someone that has actually EARNED our respect... oh, and Trixie’s going to be there, too.
Damon cringed as he raised a hand in a clawlike gesture, motioning as if pretending to scratch something.
Damon: Mee-ow! And the claws come out! Damn, Harley... what is it with you and most of the women in this industry?
Aurora: It’s not just the industry; it’s women in general. The number of women I care to share the same space with is small enough to fit on one hand. The number of women I actually respect? That’s even smaller. But Trixie? She’s about as far from that list as John Blade is from being accepted into Mensa!
Damon looked up at the ceiling, a pensive expression on his face as he stroked his chin.
Damon: And somewhere, that dumb son of a bitch is checking for a nosebleed....
Aurora: We’re getting off-topic here, babe.
Damon gave his wife an acknowledging nod as she continued.
Aurora: You know something, Trixie? It’s women like you that are the reason most people still look at women in professional wrestling and see us as little more than eye candy for the basement dwelling slime that would rather spank themselves to our pictures than appreciate that we can be just as tough – if not tougher – than the men. They look at us and instead of seeing talented athletes, all they see is tits and asses.
But answer me something... what have YOU done to be of any benefit to this sport? How many championships have you actually gone out and earned through blood, sweat, and tears? What have you done to make a name for yourself besides bat your eyes at Devlin Scott? Smack that Jersey airhead Giovanna Mancini around for a couple of minutes? Now, she’s no friend of mine – I don’t deal with entitled little brats – but you’re going to have to do a lot better than that if you expect to earn MY respect. You may be friends with Avery’s girlfriend, but I definitely don’t owe you the same courtesy I would extend to Taylor. No, that – much like championships – has to be EARNED!
Aurora paused, narrowing her eyes as she glanced downward. She clicked her tongue as the corner of her mouth turned upward ever so slightly.
Aurora: Nah, maybe I should phrase that a little differently. Perhaps instead of knocking what you’ve done in this business, I should congratulate you. So here goes...
She cleared her throat.
Aurora: Congratulations for snagging the ONE title that NO ONE ELSE wants! Rest assured that you will go down in history as the first, last and ONLY Trixie Champion – not just in the history of Redemption Wrestling, but in the history of this SPORT! Congratulations on snagging yet ANOTHER meaningless bauble for being Devlin’s little pet.
Damon: WOW, Harley... Careful about the way you talk about her... people might think you’re jealous.
Aurora: Jealous? ME? Please! You think she’d still be slobbering all over Devlin Scott if he didn’t spoil her like her last name was Hilton?
Damon: Are you saying she’s a gold digger?
Aurora: That better not be a Kanye West reference, Mr. Graves....
Damon shook his head, mouthing the word “no”.
Aurora: Good, because I’ve wasted enough time talking about her.
Damon turned to his wife, raising an eyebrow as he flashed her a mildly amused smirk.
Damon: I was wondering when you were going to move onto Avery....
Aurora: I’m sure you’re familiar with the phrase “saving the best for last,” right, Puddin’?
Damon: Well, yeah...
Aurora: Well, alright then. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s move on.
Aurora’s demeanor shifted. The look of disdain faded into her more customary confident smile.
Damon: Actually, you go on ahead. I’m gonna go load up the car so it’ll be ready to go in the morning.
Aurora watched as Damon left the room, following him with her eyes until he was out of sight. She then returned her gaze to the camera.
Aurora: Avery, you know damn well we’ve got nothing but the utmost respect for you. People like to give us hell for the way we won the NGW Tag Team Championships off of you, but these are the same people that wouldn’t have had the balls to do what you did, so they can all – well, fuck off!
Still, when it comes to you and tag teams... no offense, but it’s no secret that your track record hasn’t exactly been all that great. I’d hardly put that on you, though; I’d just chalk it up to an inordinate amount of really bad luck. I’m not going to go into detail, because it’s been brought up a million times already.
Suffice to say, out of everyone – every team – we’ve ever faced both here, AND back in NGW, you have been, without a doubt, one of the toughest opponents we’ve faced. For your sake, I hope your partner holds up her end of the team, because Damon and I would hate to see you get shafted once again by the person that’s supposed to have your back. It would seriously piss us off to see you have to suffer yet another coattail riding slacker looking to piggyback off of your hard work. But just because you’re nice enough to give Trixie the benefit of the doubt doesn’t mean that we will extend her the same courtesy. Then again, she’s not our problem.
Aurora shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
Aurora: All respect for you aside, you know how we are when we get in that ring. It doesn’t matter if you’re our closest friend or our worst enemy – we will take you down to the depths of HELL and back if that’s what we have to do. But in your case, I see a gleam of light at the end of the tunnel. Now that Levi Daughterty’s back on the scene, maybe after Damon and I finally win the Redemption Tag Titles, maybe you two could team up and we can give the fans the match they SHOULD have seen back in July.
But until then, I guess you’ll have to make do with the Queen of all Attention Whores. Why you put up with her, I’ll probably never understand. But none of that matters, because Damon and I are coming out there for one reason and one reason only... we have a match to win. We’ll see you two in Phoenix....
Aurora reached over, folding the laptop closed to end the feed.
