Post by Aurora Graves on Apr 29, 2018 16:51:47 GMT -5
Chaparral High School Gymnasium
Las Vegas, NV
April 30, 2016
Aurora: SON OF A BITCH!
Aurora slammed the door to the locker room behind her, prompting every other woman in there to turn their attention to the angry blonde as she stormed her way to her locker in the far corner of the room. Most of the others just stared at the floor, going back to their business. None of them wanted to even attempt to see what had Aurora Knight so upset. Only one dared to approach; a redheaded girl about the same age as Aurora. She was new to the company, and had yet to really get to know the other girls.
Girl: Um... are-are you alright?
Aurora looked at the stranger, her azure eyes narrowed into slits as the corner of her mouth turned into a sneer.
Aurora: Do ILOOK alright?
Girl: You look like you’re about ready to rip the testicles off of a rhino with your bare hands.
The girl’s words sent a quiet giggle throughout the rest of the locker room. Even Aurora’s gruff expression seemed to soften at the remark.
Aurora: That’s some observation. So what’s your name, anyway?
Girl: Sarrah... with TWO r’s.
Aurora: Well, that’s certainly a spelling I’d never heard... were your parents hipsters, by any chance?
Sarrah paused, pursing her lips before shrugging it off.
Sarrah: Well, you’re not ripping my head off, so there’s that. So what’s bugging you?
Aurora: Look, I know you’re new here, so I’ll pass on a little advice. Get the fuck out of this company while you still can. If you think you’re ever going to get anywhere with the dick-yanking turd jockeys that are currently in charge, then you’re in for a SERIOUSLY bad time.
Sarrah: So, what do you think I should do?
Aurora: Go somewhere else. ANYWHERE but here. As for me? Today was the last straw. I’m taking my happy ass out of here and –
Voice: Mrs. Knight?
Aurora turned, glaring daggers at the door, as if trying to burn through it. Standing up, she made her way toward the door, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Once she opened the door, she found the hapless young man, standing there with his hand covering his eyes, his other hand – trembling – clutching onto a long white envelope.
Aurora: Here’s a warning, crater-face... never – and I do mean – NEVER call me “Mrs. Knight” ever again, or you’ll be wearing your scrotum for a hat. Now what do you want?
Still covering his eyes, he nervously raised his other arm, holding out the envelope for Aurora to take.
Young Man: I-I was told to g-g-give you this...
With a glimmer of pity in her eyes, Aurora raised an eyebrow at the young man, smirking as she took the envelope from his hand. Shaking her head, she turned it over. There was no indication to say who it was from; only the words “ATTN: Aurora Knight - FYEO” scrawled on the front.
Aurora: No one gave you any indication as to who this was from?
The nervous young man shook his head and stepped back.
Young Man: N-no... I was just told to bring this directly to you.
Aurora: Well, now you have. Mission accomplished. You can go now....
The young man didn’t hesitate; he left in such a rush, it was almost like watching a cartoon. Aurora watched him scurry away, shaking her head as she scoffed.
Aurora: Pffft... interns.
With the envelope in her hand, she turned and walked back into the locker room, which had become as silent as a cemetery while she had been dealing with the intern. By this point, the other girls had their heads buried in their lockers, with only the odd clearing of a throat here and there to break the silence. Aurora didn’t even bother to change out of her gear... she simply grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, taking one last disappointed look at the other girls.
Aurora: Fuck this shit...
She smirked, turning back toward the door and heading out into the hallway. As she made her way out into the parking lot, she spotted her motorcycle sitting there, waiting for her. With each step she took toward her trusty Harley Davidson, the smile in her face grew wider.
The envelope!
She stopped, staring at the envelope in her hand. Should she open it, or should she just toss it in the garbage and forget she ever saw it?
Hmph... worst case scenario, it’s full of Anthrax or some shit like that... but what if....
Her curiosity got the better of her, and she wedged her finger in the upper corner, carefully breaking it open. Inside was a single sheet of thick white paper, folded into thirds. As she unfolded the paper, she read the words scrawled on the inside...
Greetings, Aurora!
I hope this message finds you well. I know you don’t know who I am, but I have been watching you, and I know how frustrated you’ve become with your current situation. If you’re willing to put your trust in me, I would be more than happy to manage your career, to bring you the championship gold that I KNOW you’re hungry for.
Aurora: How can I trust someone I don’t even know?
The letter continued...
For contractual reasons, I can’t reveal my identity to you just yet, but on the business card attached to this letter, you’ll find my contact information – phone number and email, etc. Again, I can only ask that you trust me on this one.
There was more to the letter, but she had seen enough. She folded the paper back up, but not before she pulled off the business card that had been stapled to the top. After stuffing the letter into her bag, she looked at the card...
Aurora: Vegas, eh? I wonder if she lives around here....
She couldn’t say for certain that the person sending her this message was a woman. It was something about the way it was written; that, and the email address had “lady” in it. She could only speculate by this point.
The bigger question... why reach out to ME?
She looked around. Slowly, the fans that had been in attendance that night were making their way out to their vehicles. Her own vehicle sat beneath a lamppost, the light reflecting off of the image of Harley Quinn painted on the tank.
Aurora: Can’t be any worse than what I’ve been doing. What do I have to lose?
Aurora got on her motorcycle and rode out into the night, so fast that the paper flew out of her bag. It landed in a puddle, the bottom section revealing two letters...
“AP”
Washington, DC
April 28, 2018
In the early morning hours of Friday morning, a faint glimmer of light shone over the tops of the buildings that cut across the Washington, DC skyline. As birds begun their early morning flights in search of food, the sound of footsteps could be heard coming up from the base of a steep – but narrow – flight of stairs. But these were no ordinary stairs; these were the same stairs depicted in the 70’s horror classic “The Exorcist.”
The footsteps grew increasingly louder, and soon, were accompanied by the sound of rhythmic breathing until the bouncing blonde ponytail of NGW superstar Aurora Graves appeared, a pair of earbuds wedged in her ears, through which the barely-audible sound of “Burn in My Light” by Mercy Drive could be heard. Soon, the rest of her body emerged into frame, her tattoos glistening beneath a dewy layer of sweat. Her eyes blinked as she noticed the camera, reaching toward an armband strapped to her left bicep. With a quick tap, the music stopped, and she looked up into the camera. Her eyes were uncharacteristically cold, and her face was a picture of frustration.
Aurora: Another non-title match against a world champion... typical.
She scoffed, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow before it could spill into her eye.
Aurora: I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten so close to championship gold, only to have it jerked away from me. It didn’t matter if it just wasn’t my night to win the match, or if I was tossed into some bullshit non-title match that never led to anything, the end result was the same. I still have no singles titles to my name. It’s gone on for far too long, and I’m fucking sick and tired of it!
She spat on the ground, narrowing her eyes as she pulled the earbuds out of her ears.
Aurora: It’s been seven months since championship gold has been around my waist, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s seven months too long. And yet the powers that be STILL want to put me in a non-title match against a current world champion...
She shook her head.
Aurora: Fine... fan-FUCKING-tastic! All this means is that I have to once again do what I do every time I step through those ropes, and that’s show everyone that has ever doubted me exactly WHY I should be wrestling for the NGW Heavyweight Championship!
Maverick, you can talk all you want about what it is to fight someone you claim to respect, but the fact remains that false platitudes don’t mean a damn thing to me. Tell me something, Maverick. What is it that makes you so “revolutionary,” because I sure as hell don’t see it. All I see is some dumb goof with daddy issues. All I see is a guy with a belt that isn’t doing much of anything with it.
“Good luck, you’ll need it.” Boy, you’ve seen me in the ring. You know damn well that “luck” doesn’t factor into anything at all when I wrestle! I go out there, show after show, and I throw every fiber of my being into what I do. It’s not luck, it’s pure skill, that makes me one of the best wrestlers in the business today. The only thing that’s lacking right now...
She made a motion across her waist, where a championship belt would be sitting.
Aurora: Is that shiny little piece of hardware currently draped over your shoulder. But you better believe that I’ll be remedying that soon enough. Yeah... Alex Jones may have knocked me out of the Global Cup tournament, but just because he won the right to face you doesn’t mean I still can’t get there first. All I can say is that Devlin Scott had better keep his eyes glued to this match, because when all is said and done, and my knee has knocked your consciousness into the next plane of existence, it’ll be MY music playing over the sound system...
And you...
You’ll be holding onto that championship a little tighter after this match, because after you get your ass handed to you, the realization will finally come to you that your days as champion are numbered. I’ll get my shot at the NGW Heavyweight Championship sooner or later, and since patience isn’t exactly a virtue I possess, I intend to make sure it happens sooner. And just so we're clear, nothing else would make me happier than to kick your ass right in your own hometown!
She slipped the earbuds back into her ears, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of the way.
Aurora: In the meantime, just make sure to keep that belt clean. I don’t want any fingerprints or smudges on it when I finally DO get my hands on it....
She reached for the armband to turn the music back on, but before she could hit “play,” “Poison” by Alice Cooper began to play through her earbuds, just loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up on it. Her demeanor immediately softens, forming a mild smile as she answers the phone.
Aurora: Hey, Boss!
The camera couldn’t pick up on what was being said; any indication of who was on the other end was saying was punctuated only by the occasional nod of the former Tag Team Champion’s head.
Aurora: Yeah, I took your advice. You weren’t kidding about these stairs; they’re fucking KILLER!
She let out a chuckle.
Aurora: Yeah, I know... bad joke, but you know I had to go there. Funny thing is now I have this sudden urge to watch the movie again. Well, you know... after I BLACKEN all three of Maverick’s eyes!
She laughed, then went back to listening intently, occasionally nodding her head.
Aurora: Right. Anyway, I was just gonna take another couple of laps up and down these stairs, then I’ll be heading back to the hotel. I’ll see you in a little bit, then.
One short pause remained as Aurora smiled.
Aurora: Alright then... bye!
The call ended, and Aurora turned slightly toward the stairs, shooting one last look into the camera.
Aurora: This Sunday at Dissension... what an excellent day for an ass-kicking!
She smirked, then turned the music back on before resuming her jog down those infamous stairs.