Post by Damon Graves on Feb 12, 2017 17:56:01 GMT -5
Bull/Graves Residence
Las Vegas, Nevada
February 8, 2017
Scene opens in the living room, where we see Damon sitting in front of a giant high definition television with a game controller in his hands. On Screen, we can see that he’s in the middle of playing Fallout 4. With his concentration engaged, he doesn’t notice his wife come up behind him, dressed in some rather provocative nightwear, a dangerously low-cut teddy, crafted in delicate red lace.
Aurora: Oh, Puuuuudiiiin….
Damon barely acknowledges her.
Damon: Huh?
Aurora: You’ve been playing that game for hours. I can think of some other ways for us to have some fun…
She walks around and stands directly in front of her husband and strikes a seductive pose. To her chagrin, Damon tries to peer around her, far too engrossed in his video game.
Damon: Do you mind, Harley? I’m trying to finish this part of the game…
Aurora throws up her hands in frustration and storms out of the room. A second later, we hear a door slam somewhere else in the house.
Damon: I’ll be in right after I finish this mission…
Later, we see Damon heading for the bedroom.
Damon: Damn… lost track of time…
Damon reaches the bedroom door, which is still closed. He knocks lightly.
Damon: Harley?
There is no reply. He tries again, slightly harder this time, but still without a response. He grips the doorknob and twists, finding that the door is unlocked. He slowly opens the door and enters the room.
Damon: Sweetheart?
The camera gets a shot of Damon’s face, and to say that he’s shocked is an understatement. There’s nobody in the room and a number of the dresser drawers are pulled out, with several articles of clothing strewn over the sides. There, on the bedroom floor, lay the remains of the red teddy… now little more than tattered scraps of lace beside the Victoria’s Secret bag it had been brought home in. Damon turns away and hurries to the closet, throwing open the door…
Damon: Oh, no! She took the bag where I stashed the….
He runs out of the room and races down the hall. We catch up to him in the den, where he’s staring at a shelf holding one of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Championship belts. The other is nowhere to be found.
Damon: This CANNOT be happening right now…
He looks around. He pulls his phone out and stabs at the screen, grumbling under his breath the whole time. He pauses, takes a moment, and dials a number.
Damon: Answer, damn it!
After a few seconds of the phone ringing, he leans against the wall. He silently starts piecing together the events of the last few hours. The realization hits him like a speeding truck running downhill.
Damon: Damon Graves, you’re a fucking clueless idiot!
He goes back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. He bends down, picking up the scraps of lace on the floor, turning the delicate fabric, or rather what’s left of it, in his hand as he looks at the clock.
4:00 am
Damon: I’ve got to keep trying…
One final time, Damon starts to dial, but this time, it’s a different number. As the voice of his manager, Alicia Perry comes through on the other end, he breathes a sigh of relief.
Alicia: Hello?
Damon: I didn’t wake you, did I?
Alicia: No… Alleria got hungry, so she woke me up early. What’s up? You never call me this early.
Damon: It’s Aurora… she took off.
Alicia: WHAT!? Alright… what did you do?
Damon: I… kinda stepped in it. She came in wearing some sexy lingerie and I…
Alicia: You were playing video games and blew her off, didn’t you?
Damon says nothing; he only lets out a heavy sigh.
Alicia: I’d tell you to go after her, but she called me a few hours ago… she’s at her parents’ place.
Damon: I should go after her… but as long as it took for me to notice she was gone, she’s gonna be pissed as hell.
Alicia: I don’t know… maybe she’s not as mad as you think she is. She told me all she wanted to do is go somewhere to cool off. But I’d wait until after the sun comes up. She’s probably asleep by now.
Damon: There’s more… I was gonna spring the surprise at Glory, but I made reservations at a hotel in Naples. Unfortunately, I put the confirmation papers in the ONE bag she ended up taking.
Alicia: Well, so much for the surprise. You think she’s found them yet?
Damon: No clue. I guess I’ll find out once I catch up to her.
Alicia: Well, I hope you get this straightened out soon, because with that tag title defense coming up, marital drama is the LAST thing you need.
Damon: You don’t have to tell me twice!
Alicia: I better not. Anyway, I just got Alleria to fall asleep, so I’m gonna go back to bed. Once morning comes, you find her, and you fix this!
Scene shifts to Alicia’s bedroom as she hangs up her phone. As she looks over at her bed, she sees her husband Jason sitting up against the pillows.
Jason: Everything alright over there?
Alicia shakes her head, standing with her hands on her hips and a look of disbelief on her face.
Alicia: Young couples fight over the silliest shit!
She throws up her hands and heads back to bed as the scene fades out.
Scene fades back in as Damon stands in front of a shelf, staring at a photograph mounted in an ornate frame. As the camera pulls in over his shoulder, we can see that it’s a picture of Damon and Aurora on their wedding day. He lightly brushes the tips of his fingers over the image of his wife’s face before turning to the camera.
Damon: I'm at the end of a rope right now, and fate is bound and determined to tie a noose on the fucker and slip it over my head. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let what's happening in my personal life get in the way of taking care of business.
Radicalliance, I will give you this much, you are persistent. Then again, it isn't as if Redemption Wrestling has a bottomless talent pool as far as the Tag Team division is concerned. But hey, go with the devil you know,right?
But neither of you are devils…. Or are you?
Guess I can start with Redemption’s resident superhero, the Jew Blazer. Tell me, Kosher Krusader, what exactly are your superpowers again? Oh, that's right, you can make everything totally radical! I feel so much safer knowing that you're out there, fighting the forces of blandness.
Damon mimes vomiting.
Damon: But tell me, Blazer, what is so heroic about you trying to take something that doesn't belong to you? Here I thought stealing was against the “superhero code”. Dress it up however you want, but you and your partner want to take the tag titles away from Rebel Ink. Sounds more like something a supervillain would do.
He shakes his head.
Damon: But then again, such behavior is nothing new for your partner, or should I call him your henchman? Ronnie North, the poster child for any number of sins… lust, greed, arrogance, take your pick. North, I wonder just what you covet more from me, my wife or my championship. And while I often find myself wondering just why the hell she puts up with me sometimes, let me make this perfectly clear; I'm not giving up either of them while breath remains in my body.
Radicalliance, regardless of what is going on between me and my wife, don't think for a second that you're going to take advantage of our personal problems to make off with our tag team titles. Aurora and I are both consummate professionals, and neither of us are stupid enough to let ourselves get distracted by a little bit of personal drama.This may be far from an ideal situation for Rebel Ink to finally make their first defense of the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Championships, but it’s just not in the cards for you to be the ones to unseat us.
After our match at Glory, it’s back to the end of the line for you, and try as you might, there isn’t fuck all either of you can do about it…
The camera zooms in on his face, only for him to push it out of his way as the scene fades to black.
