Post by Aurora Graves on Jun 24, 2018 15:55:24 GMT -5
Boston Public Garden
Boston, MA
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Aurora Graves stood leaning against the railing on the bridge that stretched across the lagoon in the center of the garden. She stared out across the small body of water as one of the garden’s famous Swan Boats passed beneath her, loaded from bow to stern with tourists, but Aurora paid no attention. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the screen of her Google Pixelbook, where a video of Kaylee Kassie’s promo was playing. After it finished, she folded up her laptop and slipped it back into her purse. She paused for a moment, then shook her head and started to laugh.
Aurora: Oh this is fucking rich!
She took a deep breath, taking a moment to regain her composure. Letting out a deep sigh, she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear, turned to face the camera and continued.
Aurora: You know, normally, it’s my husband’s big fucking mouth that tends to stir up trouble. But nope; not this time! This time, someone from outside the match had to stick her nose into Rebel Ink’s business, just because she doesn’t think her husband can hack it on his own. Newsflash, Kaylee... no one held a knife to his throat and told him to sign the contract for the triple threat against me and my Puddin’, but of course, you’re going to play the victim card, talking about how unfair it is.
Meanwhile, while the missus is having her little bitch fit on Twitter, where is “poor Joshie” in all this? I mean, surely... being the superhero he claims to be, he’d be right there on the front lines with you, talking about what horrible people we are, right?
She rolled her eyes as the words that spilled from her lips dripped with sarcasm.
Aurora: Funny, I haven’t heard a peep out of him since the match was signed, save for a lame-ass “hoot and a holler” that felt like he pulled it out of his ass. But that’s not really my problem, is it?
Again, the former champion shook her head. Her azure eyes glared into the camera. The contempt she held for Kaylee was more than evident as her lip curled into a sneer.
Aurora: People keep calling my husband the “Lesser Graves,” but you know what, Kaylee? Thanks to your proverbial eyes being bigger than your stomach, my Puddin’ is now in a position to become a double champion. You know, that very thing you were bragging about becoming the last time you faced off against my husband?
Seems like poetic justice, if you ask me....
She walked along the bridge, toward the side of the lagoon that was edged by several weeping willow trees. Not that far from the end of the bridge sat a set of stairs that led to a lower path along the water’s edge. She made her way to the pathway, stopping at a nearby bench. She placed a hand along the backrest, but didn’t sit down.
Aurora: Jew Blazer, I want you to close your eyes and think back to March 12, 2017, and that match we had back in Tokyo, Japan...
Ultimate Resolve.
Do you remember that night, Jew Blazer? More importantly, do you remember what happened that night? The night you were going to throw another huge celebration once you beat us?
She paused, a look of feigned curiosity painted on her face as she tilted her head slightly.
Aurora: HowWAS that party, by the way? Oh yeah, that’s right... YOU LOST, and ended up right smackdab in a pile of buttercream frosting and – shit, I forget what flavor the cake itself was, not that it really matters The point being is that that was the night that my husband and I left you and Ronnie North laying in a heap at ringside and won the Triple Threat match for the very same titles you now hold.
She pursed her lips.
Aurora: Okay, so not the EXACT same belts. The Tag Team Championships have had a little bit of a makeover since then.
Yeah, yeah... I know what you’re going to say. “You didn’t pin either one of us to win the titles.” How often is that used as an excuse? That’s why I fucking HATE triple threat matches!
That’s why I wasn’t looking forward to what was originally going to be a triple threat match. But hey, when you work in the business that we’re in, you show up, you do your thing for the fans, and then you leave it in the ring, no matter WHO you’re in there against.
But that’s not the case anymore, is it, Josh? Instead of a triple threat against two people who barely tolerate you, it’s turned into a match for the Tag Team Championships. And when you go to sleep at night, I want you to get a good look at the reason for that little change of plans.
She scoffed, flashing a sly smirk into the camera as she narrowed her eyes.
Aurora: I’ll give you a hint: she’ll be the one laying in the bed beside you.
She leaned toward the camera as it zoomed in a little on her face.
Aurora: I want to make something abundantly clear. All of those stupid, childish jokes you and that greased-up sleaze-weasel of a tag team partner of yours have made at the expense of Rebel Ink will come to an end this Sunday, when Damon and I send your retro-obsessed ass straight back to 80’s obscurity! Now, since you – the so-called superhero of NGW didn’t have the courage to address the situation when your wife was doing all the talking for you, we’ll see if you have the – as you say –chutzpah to put your money where Kaylee’s mouth is....
Again, Aurora smirked.
Aurora: This Sunday, my Puddin’ and I do the fans and the rest of the NGW roster a HUGE favor, and hit the reset button on the tag team division. How, you ask? Well, the answer is simple...
She stepped back so that the camera could grab a wide angle shot. She then made a motion in front of her waist with her hands, right where a championship belt would go. With her eyes half opened, a wicked grin formed on her face.
Aurora: This Sunday, Damon and I WILL add to our legacy as the most decorated tag team in NGW history when we bring the NGW Tag Team Championships home...
Those belts are coming home to Rebel Ink!
The camera slowly zoomed in on Aurora’s face, and the determined gleam in her eyes, before slowly fading to black.