Post by Damon Graves on Jan 14, 2017 2:12:01 GMT -5
Osaka, Japan
Friday, January 13th 2017
Shin Osaka Station
Scene opens with Damon and Aurora Graves strolling leisurely through the humongous railway station, stopping occasionally to browse the various vendors.
Damon: Kinda hard to believe the variety of things you’d find in a railway station…
Aurora: And you thought that Jason was full of shit…
Damon: When you say “railway station”, I think trains, not a shopping mall.
Aurora: Live and learn, Puddin.
All of a sudden, Aurora stops dead in her tracks, causing Damon to bump into her.
Aurora: Oooh…
Damon: What is it, Harley? It best not be takoyaki…
Aurora: No, it’s mochi ice cream. Alicia told me all about this stuff. It’s supposed to be SO good…
Damon: Yeah, but how do we order any of it? Neither of us is fluent in Japanese….
Aurora: I know SOME Japanese, but I can only read katakana, and the menus are all in kanji...
Voice: Excuse me…
Damon and Aurora turn around to find a young Japanese couple standing a few feet away. The young man is wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of one of the larger Japanese wrestling promotions. His female companion seems a tad reluctant to make eye contact with either of the Americans.
Young man: Pardon my interruption, but we recognize you from advertisements for your tour of our country. My name is Kenji, and this is my sister, Hiroko.
Hiroko smiles timidly and nods at the introduction.
Damon: So, I can see that you’re fans of wrestling…
Kenji: Yes, we are. We had seats in the fourth row when Redemption Wrestling was here last week.
Aurora: I hope you enjoyed the show….
Kenji: Yes, we did. But we noticed you predicament and wish to give you some assistance.
Damon: Great! A friend that has visited Japan before recommended that we try mochi ice cream, but we’re having a bit of trouble with the menu….
Hiroko: (timidly) You could try the green tea mochi….
Kenji: (chuckling) It’s her favorite….
Aurora: Well, we couldn’t turn down an endorsement like that…
Scene fades out as Hiroko steps forward to speak with the vendor.
Scene opens with a slow zoom in on the back of a golden throne. The closer we get to it, it begins to slowly rotate and we find that the throne is occupied. Once it fully turns 180 degrees, we can see that the throne is occupied by one half of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Damon Graves, Over his normal street clothes, his shoulders are draped with an ermine-trimmed red velvet cloak, and upon his head sits a gaudy golden crown. Across his lap lays a golden scepter. The throne stops spinning and Damon clears his throat before speaking…
Damon: Ahem…. (in a poor British accent) Behold, peons, it is I… your most magnificent monarch…. Your most royal majesty, Damon Graves, king of Inglewood and the Redemption Tag Team division…
He rises from the throne and begins to strike the heavy end of the scepter into the palm of his right hand.
Damon: ...and all that do not acknowledge my magnificence, nay, godhood, shall be struck down without pity….
(in normal voice) Does any of this sound familiar? This is the shit that comes out of my opponent’s mouth on a constant fucking basis, and believe me, it felt just as bad saying it as it does listening to it...
Damon shrugs his shoulders, causing the cape to slip off onto the floor. Removing the crown from his head with his free hand, he looks it over for a second before tossing it into the air and using the scepter as a baseball bat to knock the bauble out of frame. He then snaps the scepter over his knee and tosses the pieces in the same direction as the crown.
Damon: Now that I've gotten the stupid shit outta the way, let's get to the real point…. Courtney, you may believe that the Young Lions division is your “territory”, but you and a lot of other people can't see past the success that I've had as part of Rebel Ink. All they can do is to simply view me as the “lesser half” of the team. Yeah, Aurora went out on her own for a bit while I dealt with some personal issues, and I don’t begrudge her at all for doing so. If the situation were reversed, I'd do the same thing.
But now that I'm in a position to compete again, I couldn't help but smile once I found out that I was facing a standing champion. Didn’t even faze me when I found out it was you that I'm stepping in the ring with, Courtney. Yeah, the whole “Queen of Staten Island” shtick is as annoying as a hemorrhoid, but if you look beyond the hype, you’ll find a halfway decent wrestler. But don't think for a second that just because you've had a certain level of success that I'm going to bow down and kiss your leopard-printed ass. Respect for what you've accomplished doesn't equal respect for you as a person.
Damon turns around and reaches behind the throne and retrieves his Tag Team Championship belt, which he drapes over his shoulder.
Damon: You may have done a lot in this business, but so have I. I've been in the limelight for less than a year, and I've won titles in every single company that I've worked for since stepping up to the big leagues. And if you want to knock those wins as being “just tag team titles”, I'll return the favor by knocking your fucking head off your shoulders.
If you're going to share some of your “enlightenment” with the world, then get ready for some of mine. Quoting Greek mythology is all well and good, but if you're going to do so, don't half-ass it. Comparing yourself to Aphrodite? Congratulations, you’ve gone from delusional to full-on retarded. You should have read more of your “Dummies Guide to Greek Mythology”. Look at the example of Cassiopeia. She claimed to be even more beautiful than the daughters of Poseidon, and she suffered for her vanity, both during her lifetime AND after. You, irresistible? It wouldn't take a fraction of a second for me to resist your “charms”. Look at who I'm married to and you'll see why. So any thoughts about flirting your way to victory aren't going to work. You're dealing with someone who isn't falling for your bullshit, and if recent history is any indication, you don’t handle that very well.
So go ahead and get pissed off, because I seriously don't give a fuck about how you feel. You can take your pretty boy fiance, your 7-foot lobotomised ape, your shit-flinging baboon, and shove them straight up your spandex-covered ass. Our match is going to prove that you aren't Queen of a goddamned thing, let alone the Young Lions division. It’s time for you to learn that you’re nowhere near as good as you think you are. A couple of wins over overrated asshats like Jeremy Sterling obviously put the idea in your head that you were something special. You aren’t the hotness, sweetheart; more like a hot mess wrapped in cheap spandex.
When Glory comes to Fukuoka, there’s no new beginning for you, Leinart; just another loss, courtesy of me, and your “kingdom” is going to become as big a joke in this industry as you are...
With that, Damon kicks over the throne with enough force to send it across the room. The camera pans over to show the toppled seat laying on its side next to the battered crown and broken scepter as the scene fades to black.
Friday, January 13th 2017
Shin Osaka Station
Scene opens with Damon and Aurora Graves strolling leisurely through the humongous railway station, stopping occasionally to browse the various vendors.
Damon: Kinda hard to believe the variety of things you’d find in a railway station…
Aurora: And you thought that Jason was full of shit…
Damon: When you say “railway station”, I think trains, not a shopping mall.
Aurora: Live and learn, Puddin.
All of a sudden, Aurora stops dead in her tracks, causing Damon to bump into her.
Aurora: Oooh…
Damon: What is it, Harley? It best not be takoyaki…
Aurora: No, it’s mochi ice cream. Alicia told me all about this stuff. It’s supposed to be SO good…
Damon: Yeah, but how do we order any of it? Neither of us is fluent in Japanese….
Aurora: I know SOME Japanese, but I can only read katakana, and the menus are all in kanji...
Voice: Excuse me…
Damon and Aurora turn around to find a young Japanese couple standing a few feet away. The young man is wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of one of the larger Japanese wrestling promotions. His female companion seems a tad reluctant to make eye contact with either of the Americans.
Young man: Pardon my interruption, but we recognize you from advertisements for your tour of our country. My name is Kenji, and this is my sister, Hiroko.
Hiroko smiles timidly and nods at the introduction.
Damon: So, I can see that you’re fans of wrestling…
Kenji: Yes, we are. We had seats in the fourth row when Redemption Wrestling was here last week.
Aurora: I hope you enjoyed the show….
Kenji: Yes, we did. But we noticed you predicament and wish to give you some assistance.
Damon: Great! A friend that has visited Japan before recommended that we try mochi ice cream, but we’re having a bit of trouble with the menu….
Hiroko: (timidly) You could try the green tea mochi….
Kenji: (chuckling) It’s her favorite….
Aurora: Well, we couldn’t turn down an endorsement like that…
Scene fades out as Hiroko steps forward to speak with the vendor.
Scene opens with a slow zoom in on the back of a golden throne. The closer we get to it, it begins to slowly rotate and we find that the throne is occupied. Once it fully turns 180 degrees, we can see that the throne is occupied by one half of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Damon Graves, Over his normal street clothes, his shoulders are draped with an ermine-trimmed red velvet cloak, and upon his head sits a gaudy golden crown. Across his lap lays a golden scepter. The throne stops spinning and Damon clears his throat before speaking…
Damon: Ahem…. (in a poor British accent) Behold, peons, it is I… your most magnificent monarch…. Your most royal majesty, Damon Graves, king of Inglewood and the Redemption Tag Team division…
He rises from the throne and begins to strike the heavy end of the scepter into the palm of his right hand.
Damon: ...and all that do not acknowledge my magnificence, nay, godhood, shall be struck down without pity….
(in normal voice) Does any of this sound familiar? This is the shit that comes out of my opponent’s mouth on a constant fucking basis, and believe me, it felt just as bad saying it as it does listening to it...
Damon shrugs his shoulders, causing the cape to slip off onto the floor. Removing the crown from his head with his free hand, he looks it over for a second before tossing it into the air and using the scepter as a baseball bat to knock the bauble out of frame. He then snaps the scepter over his knee and tosses the pieces in the same direction as the crown.
Damon: Now that I've gotten the stupid shit outta the way, let's get to the real point…. Courtney, you may believe that the Young Lions division is your “territory”, but you and a lot of other people can't see past the success that I've had as part of Rebel Ink. All they can do is to simply view me as the “lesser half” of the team. Yeah, Aurora went out on her own for a bit while I dealt with some personal issues, and I don’t begrudge her at all for doing so. If the situation were reversed, I'd do the same thing.
But now that I'm in a position to compete again, I couldn't help but smile once I found out that I was facing a standing champion. Didn’t even faze me when I found out it was you that I'm stepping in the ring with, Courtney. Yeah, the whole “Queen of Staten Island” shtick is as annoying as a hemorrhoid, but if you look beyond the hype, you’ll find a halfway decent wrestler. But don't think for a second that just because you've had a certain level of success that I'm going to bow down and kiss your leopard-printed ass. Respect for what you've accomplished doesn't equal respect for you as a person.
Damon turns around and reaches behind the throne and retrieves his Tag Team Championship belt, which he drapes over his shoulder.
Damon: You may have done a lot in this business, but so have I. I've been in the limelight for less than a year, and I've won titles in every single company that I've worked for since stepping up to the big leagues. And if you want to knock those wins as being “just tag team titles”, I'll return the favor by knocking your fucking head off your shoulders.
If you're going to share some of your “enlightenment” with the world, then get ready for some of mine. Quoting Greek mythology is all well and good, but if you're going to do so, don't half-ass it. Comparing yourself to Aphrodite? Congratulations, you’ve gone from delusional to full-on retarded. You should have read more of your “Dummies Guide to Greek Mythology”. Look at the example of Cassiopeia. She claimed to be even more beautiful than the daughters of Poseidon, and she suffered for her vanity, both during her lifetime AND after. You, irresistible? It wouldn't take a fraction of a second for me to resist your “charms”. Look at who I'm married to and you'll see why. So any thoughts about flirting your way to victory aren't going to work. You're dealing with someone who isn't falling for your bullshit, and if recent history is any indication, you don’t handle that very well.
So go ahead and get pissed off, because I seriously don't give a fuck about how you feel. You can take your pretty boy fiance, your 7-foot lobotomised ape, your shit-flinging baboon, and shove them straight up your spandex-covered ass. Our match is going to prove that you aren't Queen of a goddamned thing, let alone the Young Lions division. It’s time for you to learn that you’re nowhere near as good as you think you are. A couple of wins over overrated asshats like Jeremy Sterling obviously put the idea in your head that you were something special. You aren’t the hotness, sweetheart; more like a hot mess wrapped in cheap spandex.
When Glory comes to Fukuoka, there’s no new beginning for you, Leinart; just another loss, courtesy of me, and your “kingdom” is going to become as big a joke in this industry as you are...
With that, Damon kicks over the throne with enough force to send it across the room. The camera pans over to show the toppled seat laying on its side next to the battered crown and broken scepter as the scene fades to black.
