Post by Damon Graves on Apr 1, 2018 1:57:35 GMT -5
Imperial War Museum
London, England
Saturday, March 31st
Scene opens with a shot of Damon Graves milling about the displays. He stops in front of a huge display depicting the uniform and equipment issued to a member of the British Army during the height of the Second World War. He studies it a bit before turning to the camera, his expression one of amusement.
Damon: Man, Latimer, the look on your face at Dissension was EPIC.
He laughs softly as he shakes his head.
Damon: When Amber Richards came out and announced that you were going to defend the Young Lions Championship against me at Battle For London, you looked like you were gonna shit yourself.
The smile drops from his face.
Damon: And before you even THINK about trying to say that I used my friendship with the new GM as leverage to secure this match, stop and look a little closer.
First off, Amber is part of the Richards family; that means she has a will of her own, so she isn't about to let ANYBODY manipulate her. Yeah, I realize that I just gave a compliment to Kayla and her meat brick of a brother, but that's beside the point. If I were going to milk any favoritism, don't you think I would have asked for a shot at the NGW Championship?
Damon begins to start walking again.
Damon: No, I earned this shot with a lot of hard work and putting up with a ton of bullshit flying at my head from all directions.
And through all of it, I held my head high. I stuck with NGW, even if NGW didn't always return the favor. Do you even know how many calls my manager gets each week from promoters the world over trying to get me and my wife to come work for them? Too damn many, to hear her tell it. And some of those offers were pretty generous. They'd make the contracts that Aurora and I have with NGW look paltry. But we've turned down every single one of them, because, for better or worse, NGW is our home.
Damon finally stops next to a Crusader MkII tank. He places his hand on one of the exterior armored panels before continuing.
Damon: Too bad that you can't say the same thing, can you?
No, for you, NGW is like a pleasant diversion, a place for you to do your “light work”. Whenever you open your mouth, chances are good that we'll hear about what's going on with Seattle Pro or Sixth City Pro rather than what you should be doing in New Generation Wrestling.
Does this sound like a broken record to you, Latimer? It should, because we keep hearing the same old shit from you. You hype every place else that you work for to the goddamned moon, but you only promote NGW when you HAVE to, like it's a condition of some fucking work release program from prison.
You're the NGW Young Lions Champion, for fuck’s sake! How do we know this? Sure as hell ain't because of you saying anything about it. If you care so little about the title, vacate it and let someone that actually gives a flying fuck carry it.
But that ain't gonna happen, is it? No, until someone takes that title from you, the Young Lions Championship is going to be your safety net. If, for some reason, the other promotions you work for go tits up, you can still say that you're a champion.
And it's that attitude that pisses me off about you the most, Latimer. I mean yeah, I know you’ve got a title in some other company; whatever. I don’t give a shit about that. What I do care about is this company. If I didn't, my wife and I wouldn't have been some of the first people signed when Devlin Scott reopened this promotion.
Now, I'm not going to lie and tell the world that I'm coming after you and your title just because you're acting like a primadonna twatwaffle… Granted, it's a big part of it, but it's not the only reason.
Whenever a tag team had any measure of success, they have to face a sea of critics that are chomping at the bit to take that success and shit on it. They'll speculate about which member of the team is the “star” and which one is simply dead weight.
Normally, I wouldn't let it get to me, but after awhile, even a saint would get fed up with this bullshit, and heaven knows that I'm no saint.
So taking the the Young Lions Championship from you at Legacy: Battle For London is gonna be my “fuck you” to everyone out there that has ever tried to run me down. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
Ya wanna know why? Because of three little words: Falls Count Anywhere.
No more “champion's advantage” for you anymore, Scotty. You can't lose via some bullshit countout, like you did the last time we faced off. No, you've got to nut up and fight, because if you think that after ducking me for this long that we're going to have some sort of friendly scientific match, then your head is even further up your ass than I thought.
It's not going to be a question of IF I pin you, asshole… it's more a question of WHERE I pin you. It could be in the ring… or at ringside…. maybe near the concession stands… hmm, I guess I'll have to keep it inside the O2 Arena. Otherwise, I may just whoop your ass on the banks of the river Thames...
Take a look at the name of this event… this is the BATTLE for London, and I definitely am taking it to heart. Every weapon in my arsenal is gonna be pointed straight at you, Latimer.
Damon holds up his right hand and points his index and middle fingers at the camera with his thumb raised, mimicking a gun.
Damon: Sunday night….
I pull the fucking trigger.
He brings his thumb down, as if it were the hammer falling down. Scene fades out.
