Post by Damon Graves on Jan 29, 2017 13:00:59 GMT -5
[OOC: My apologies to everyone else involved in this match. Had a major case of writer's block this week.]
Foster Home
Inglewood, California
April 2008
Scene fades in on a quiet corner in Inglewood, where a 14-year-old Damon Graves can be seen lying on the lower level of an oak bunk bed, staring at the slats that comprised the underside of the top bunk. In another part of the room, another boy sat in a gaming chair, a Playstation 2 controller in his hand and Mortal Kombat: Armageddon playing on the television.
Kid: Hey, new guy...
Damon says nothing; he just continues to stare at the bunk above him. The other boy looks over, furrowing his brow in annoyance.
Kid: Hey, I’m talking to you!
He takes his shoe off and throws it at Damon. It misses, but is still enough to get his attention. He quickly sits up, glaring at the boy with a nasty snarl on his face.
Damon: Dude, what the fuck is your problem?
Kid: Hey, I’m not the one with the problem; you’re the one laying around ignoring everyone. I was gonna ask if you wanted to challenge me, but now, you can piss the fuck off!
Damon: Whatever, dickbreath. I don’t feel like playing your stupid game, anyway....
Damon grumbles as he lies back down, muttering under his breath.
Kid: You have something to say, motherfucker?
Damon: Not to you, dickless.
Kid: That’s not what your mother said last night….
That comment makes Damon shoot out of bed and get right in the other boy’s face.
Damon: Don’t you EVER talk about my mother! If you do, I’ll make you swallow your goddamned teeth….
Before the other kid can respond, Damon’s foster father enters the room and interjects himself between the two boys.
Man: Knock it off, you two!
Kid: Tell Mr. Antisocial here that he needs to stop being so sensitive….
Damon: Right after you tell this retard not to talk shit about my mother….
Man: Watch your mouth, Damon.
He turns to the other boy.
Man: John, Damon’s mother passed away not that long ago, so that’s a sore subject with him.
John: Oh…. damn, I didn’t know that.
John sticks out his hand.
John: Sorry, dude. I was outta line.
Damon just stares at the other boy’s hand.
Man: Damon, he apologized. Shake his hand and let’s drop the subject…
Slow seconds tick by before Damon reluctantly shakes his foster brother’s hand.
Man: There, crisis averted…
Damon: Whatever…
Damon lies back down and resumes staring at the underside of the bed above him. As the man walks out of the room, Damon glances down past the foot of the bed. He could just make out the image of what looked like John, dressed in wrestling gear.
Damon: Yo… you wrestle?
John: I used to, but I stopped about a year ago. Nothing major; just some backyard shit with a bunch of friends.
Damon: Why’d you stop?
John: One of the guys turned it into a big, fat joke when he let his little sister get involved in a match. Would've been fine if not for the fact that…
John’s words trail off into a barely audible mutter.
Damon: Did you just say she beat you?
John: I never said that!
Damon: But she showed you up, didn’t she? DIDN’T she!?
Damon starts to chuckle.
Damon: This is rich… you got owned by a GIRL!
John looks over at him, shakes his head, and picks up the controller he dropped moments ago. He contemplates throwing it at his foster sibling, but noticing the attached cord, decides against it. Scene fades out.
Wakamatsu Park
Kobe, Japan
Present Day
Scene fades back in as we see Damon and Aurora Graves sitting on a bench. Across the way is the park’s most notable feature… a giant statue commemorating the classic Japanese manga character Tetsujin 28-go, better known in America as the robot Gigantor. Damon is relating a story to his wife.
Damon: But the guy up and quits because he got clowned by some guy’s little sister….
Aurora’s eyes go wide for a second.
Aurora: Wait a minute, you said your foster brother’s name was John, right?
Damon: Yeah.
Aurora: He didn’t have a shaved head by any chance, did he?
Damon arches an eyebrow.
Damon: Yeah, he did….
Aurora bursts out laughing, struggling to catch her breath. A couple seconds later, the realization dawns on her husband.
Damon: Holy shit! YOU were the little sister….
Aurora manages to suppress the peals of laughter long enough to answer him.
Aurora: That was me, all right. Guy was completely full of shit…. All I did was hit a legdrop on him… from the roof of the shed….
Damon: That must’ve been something to see. Still, he wasn’t THAT bad….
Aurora: I’ll bet. Anyway, I need to visit the little geisha’s room. Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone…
Aurora gets up and takes off in search of the nearest restroom. Once she’s gone, Damon turns around and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: May as well come on out. You have to be the world’s least sneaky ninja, so while you’re here, I may as well talk about my upcoming match….
The cameraman maneuvers his way in front of Damon and adjusts his equipment. Once he’s ready, he gives Damon a signal that he’s ready to go.
Damon: Shit’s getting WAY outta hand around here….
You see, there’s a bunch of ball licking dipshits that are trying to turn Redemption Wrestling into their personal fuck story. A ragtag group of slimy little toads that wanna think of themselves as some sort of conquering army calling themselves the Black Light District. Looking at the whole bunch of bitches, they’d have been better off in the RED light district, giving it up for 10 bucks a load. Normally, when you put a group together, you try to choose people whose skills work well together. That’s not the case here. With the BLD, you may as well have spit these retards out of a friggin’ copy machine. Not a hell of a lot of difference from one ass monkey to another. So, instead of an collective that works like a precision unit, it’s closer to a pack of rabid dogs, let loose at their master’s command….
That being said, let’s look at the three mongrels coming at us…. Micky Moose picked Silas Subhuman, Spike Steel, and Luke Knux to face three of the very best that Redemption Wrestling has to offer… my wife and I, the Tag Team Champions, and the reigning Heavyweight Champion, Matthew Shields. Normally, Shields would probably deal with whatever he deals with on his own… not what you would call a team player. Rebel Ink doesn’t have a problem with that, because the three of us really haven’t been at cross purposes. But this is pretty fucking far from normal, so circumstances have made us allies.
Right now, NONE of us are in very good moods, especially after the last episode of Glory. So it’s fair to say that it’s not gonna be a fun night in Kobe for you fuckwits. You three need to put your pointy little heads together and try to figure out what’s going to happen. But since that’s going to be too far beyond your capabilities, let me spell it out for you.
Look at the BLD side of the coin.. All three of you are over the age of 35 and you rely way too much on pack tactics to do anything of note. This past episode of Glory is a shining example. How does it look when it take FOUR of you to take out a 5’4, 120 pound opponent. Caroline Burchill isn’t anywhere on my list of favorite people, but she had more guts than all of you put together. So, while big daddy Rein-fart tries to win SOMETHING by himself, we have to face a guy that hasn’t had a shower since Jimmy Carter was President, a nimrod that ate too many paint chips as a kid, and a douche that thinks he’s the next Guitar God. I would address each of you individually, but frankly, anything I can say would apply equally to any one of you, so why waste my breath?
On the flip side of the coin, you have three people that know how to function under pressure. All three of us are have had a difficult road getting to where we’re at today, and we’re not going to let a bunch of feebs take the promotion that we’ve helped build from Day One and turn it into some sick fucking joke! If the Black Light District wants to infest Redemption Wrestling like a swarm of cockroaches, then none of us have a problem playing exterminator…..
By this time, Aurora has made her way back over to where Damon is filming. She waits for a pause before saying anything.
Aurora: Talking about our match?
Damon smiles at his wife.
Damon: Why not?
Aurora: True. Almost done?
Damon: Just need to wrap it up….
He focuses his attention back on the camera.
Damon: Subhuman… Steel… Knux… Up to this point, you’ve been able to get away with your bullshit because you’ve been able to play the numbers game. Ain’t gonna work this time, because now you’re dealing with people that can go mano a mano with you give back better than we get. This little reign of terror you had planned for Redemption? It’s gonna be over before it ever has a chance to gather any steam….
Damon trails off, looking over to his wife.
Damon: Think that’ll do it?
Aurora: You really didn’t go after them individually, hon….
Damon: I can think of a hell of a lot better use for my time than going in-depth on the three stooges…..
Aurora: Hey! I used to watch the Stooges on TV when I was a kid, so don’t insult them by mentioning them in the same breath as those turd-burglers….
Damon: I stand corrected. So let’s get outta here and grab some lunch…
Aurora: Best idea I’ve heard all day…
The Tag Team Champions make their way off into the distance as the scene fades to black.
Foster Home
Inglewood, California
April 2008
Scene fades in on a quiet corner in Inglewood, where a 14-year-old Damon Graves can be seen lying on the lower level of an oak bunk bed, staring at the slats that comprised the underside of the top bunk. In another part of the room, another boy sat in a gaming chair, a Playstation 2 controller in his hand and Mortal Kombat: Armageddon playing on the television.
Kid: Hey, new guy...
Damon says nothing; he just continues to stare at the bunk above him. The other boy looks over, furrowing his brow in annoyance.
Kid: Hey, I’m talking to you!
He takes his shoe off and throws it at Damon. It misses, but is still enough to get his attention. He quickly sits up, glaring at the boy with a nasty snarl on his face.
Damon: Dude, what the fuck is your problem?
Kid: Hey, I’m not the one with the problem; you’re the one laying around ignoring everyone. I was gonna ask if you wanted to challenge me, but now, you can piss the fuck off!
Damon: Whatever, dickbreath. I don’t feel like playing your stupid game, anyway....
Damon grumbles as he lies back down, muttering under his breath.
Kid: You have something to say, motherfucker?
Damon: Not to you, dickless.
Kid: That’s not what your mother said last night….
That comment makes Damon shoot out of bed and get right in the other boy’s face.
Damon: Don’t you EVER talk about my mother! If you do, I’ll make you swallow your goddamned teeth….
Before the other kid can respond, Damon’s foster father enters the room and interjects himself between the two boys.
Man: Knock it off, you two!
Kid: Tell Mr. Antisocial here that he needs to stop being so sensitive….
Damon: Right after you tell this retard not to talk shit about my mother….
Man: Watch your mouth, Damon.
He turns to the other boy.
Man: John, Damon’s mother passed away not that long ago, so that’s a sore subject with him.
John: Oh…. damn, I didn’t know that.
John sticks out his hand.
John: Sorry, dude. I was outta line.
Damon just stares at the other boy’s hand.
Man: Damon, he apologized. Shake his hand and let’s drop the subject…
Slow seconds tick by before Damon reluctantly shakes his foster brother’s hand.
Man: There, crisis averted…
Damon: Whatever…
Damon lies back down and resumes staring at the underside of the bed above him. As the man walks out of the room, Damon glances down past the foot of the bed. He could just make out the image of what looked like John, dressed in wrestling gear.
Damon: Yo… you wrestle?
John: I used to, but I stopped about a year ago. Nothing major; just some backyard shit with a bunch of friends.
Damon: Why’d you stop?
John: One of the guys turned it into a big, fat joke when he let his little sister get involved in a match. Would've been fine if not for the fact that…
John’s words trail off into a barely audible mutter.
Damon: Did you just say she beat you?
John: I never said that!
Damon: But she showed you up, didn’t she? DIDN’T she!?
Damon starts to chuckle.
Damon: This is rich… you got owned by a GIRL!
John looks over at him, shakes his head, and picks up the controller he dropped moments ago. He contemplates throwing it at his foster sibling, but noticing the attached cord, decides against it. Scene fades out.
Wakamatsu Park
Kobe, Japan
Present Day
Scene fades back in as we see Damon and Aurora Graves sitting on a bench. Across the way is the park’s most notable feature… a giant statue commemorating the classic Japanese manga character Tetsujin 28-go, better known in America as the robot Gigantor. Damon is relating a story to his wife.
Damon: But the guy up and quits because he got clowned by some guy’s little sister….
Aurora’s eyes go wide for a second.
Aurora: Wait a minute, you said your foster brother’s name was John, right?
Damon: Yeah.
Aurora: He didn’t have a shaved head by any chance, did he?
Damon arches an eyebrow.
Damon: Yeah, he did….
Aurora bursts out laughing, struggling to catch her breath. A couple seconds later, the realization dawns on her husband.
Damon: Holy shit! YOU were the little sister….
Aurora manages to suppress the peals of laughter long enough to answer him.
Aurora: That was me, all right. Guy was completely full of shit…. All I did was hit a legdrop on him… from the roof of the shed….
Damon: That must’ve been something to see. Still, he wasn’t THAT bad….
Aurora: I’ll bet. Anyway, I need to visit the little geisha’s room. Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone…
Aurora gets up and takes off in search of the nearest restroom. Once she’s gone, Damon turns around and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: May as well come on out. You have to be the world’s least sneaky ninja, so while you’re here, I may as well talk about my upcoming match….
The cameraman maneuvers his way in front of Damon and adjusts his equipment. Once he’s ready, he gives Damon a signal that he’s ready to go.
Damon: Shit’s getting WAY outta hand around here….
You see, there’s a bunch of ball licking dipshits that are trying to turn Redemption Wrestling into their personal fuck story. A ragtag group of slimy little toads that wanna think of themselves as some sort of conquering army calling themselves the Black Light District. Looking at the whole bunch of bitches, they’d have been better off in the RED light district, giving it up for 10 bucks a load. Normally, when you put a group together, you try to choose people whose skills work well together. That’s not the case here. With the BLD, you may as well have spit these retards out of a friggin’ copy machine. Not a hell of a lot of difference from one ass monkey to another. So, instead of an collective that works like a precision unit, it’s closer to a pack of rabid dogs, let loose at their master’s command….
That being said, let’s look at the three mongrels coming at us…. Micky Moose picked Silas Subhuman, Spike Steel, and Luke Knux to face three of the very best that Redemption Wrestling has to offer… my wife and I, the Tag Team Champions, and the reigning Heavyweight Champion, Matthew Shields. Normally, Shields would probably deal with whatever he deals with on his own… not what you would call a team player. Rebel Ink doesn’t have a problem with that, because the three of us really haven’t been at cross purposes. But this is pretty fucking far from normal, so circumstances have made us allies.
Right now, NONE of us are in very good moods, especially after the last episode of Glory. So it’s fair to say that it’s not gonna be a fun night in Kobe for you fuckwits. You three need to put your pointy little heads together and try to figure out what’s going to happen. But since that’s going to be too far beyond your capabilities, let me spell it out for you.
Look at the BLD side of the coin.. All three of you are over the age of 35 and you rely way too much on pack tactics to do anything of note. This past episode of Glory is a shining example. How does it look when it take FOUR of you to take out a 5’4, 120 pound opponent. Caroline Burchill isn’t anywhere on my list of favorite people, but she had more guts than all of you put together. So, while big daddy Rein-fart tries to win SOMETHING by himself, we have to face a guy that hasn’t had a shower since Jimmy Carter was President, a nimrod that ate too many paint chips as a kid, and a douche that thinks he’s the next Guitar God. I would address each of you individually, but frankly, anything I can say would apply equally to any one of you, so why waste my breath?
On the flip side of the coin, you have three people that know how to function under pressure. All three of us are have had a difficult road getting to where we’re at today, and we’re not going to let a bunch of feebs take the promotion that we’ve helped build from Day One and turn it into some sick fucking joke! If the Black Light District wants to infest Redemption Wrestling like a swarm of cockroaches, then none of us have a problem playing exterminator…..
By this time, Aurora has made her way back over to where Damon is filming. She waits for a pause before saying anything.
Aurora: Talking about our match?
Damon smiles at his wife.
Damon: Why not?
Aurora: True. Almost done?
Damon: Just need to wrap it up….
He focuses his attention back on the camera.
Damon: Subhuman… Steel… Knux… Up to this point, you’ve been able to get away with your bullshit because you’ve been able to play the numbers game. Ain’t gonna work this time, because now you’re dealing with people that can go mano a mano with you give back better than we get. This little reign of terror you had planned for Redemption? It’s gonna be over before it ever has a chance to gather any steam….
Damon trails off, looking over to his wife.
Damon: Think that’ll do it?
Aurora: You really didn’t go after them individually, hon….
Damon: I can think of a hell of a lot better use for my time than going in-depth on the three stooges…..
Aurora: Hey! I used to watch the Stooges on TV when I was a kid, so don’t insult them by mentioning them in the same breath as those turd-burglers….
Damon: I stand corrected. So let’s get outta here and grab some lunch…
Aurora: Best idea I’ve heard all day…
The Tag Team Champions make their way off into the distance as the scene fades to black.
