Post by Aurora Graves on Feb 14, 2017 0:50:38 GMT -5
Rebel Ink Locker Room
Yokohama Arena
After Glory went off the air….
Aurora sat on the same chair she had been sitting on before the match, now with an ice pack over her shoulder. Meanwhile, Damon crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall on the other side of the room. Barely even looking at his wife, Damon lifted his head up, a frustrated growl in his voice.
Damon: Well, now what? You said we were gonna have this out after the match was over... it’s over, so let’s finish this.
Aurora: Oh, it’s over alright. Because you were doing who knows what on the outside, Radicalliance now has the Tag Team Championships!
Damon: Like that was MY fault. YOU were the one that tapped out.
Furious, Aurora stood up, standing nose to nose with her husband with her teeth bared.
Aurora: If you hadn’t taken your sweet-ass time getting back into the ring to break the hold, I wouldn’t have tapped out!
She growled, rubbing her arm, which was still sore from the Fujiwara armbar earlier in the night.
Aurora: You know, lately you’ve been really selfish. After spending all that time playing games, I tried to come out and get you to spend some time with me, seeing as we rarely ever get any real time alone, and you completely blow me off! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? To have to play second fiddle to some CGI?
Damon: Well, at least if the CGI doesn’t like what I do, I can always go back to an older save state.
Aurora: This is real life, Damon. There ARE no old save states where you can fix your mistakes. And now, those mistakes have cost us the Tag Team Championships.
Damon: Well, what the hell do you want me to do? I don’t have a fucking time machine, Aurora. I can’t go back and erase what happened. Frankly, I think you’re being unfair.
Aurora: I’M being unfair?
Damon: Yeah, you are. You act like you caught me with another woman, when all I was doing was playing a little Fallout 4 to unwind.
Aurora: Unwind, my ass! You were playing that game for four fucking hours! And that was BEFORE I came out of the bedroom! In the time you spent playing that game, I left the house, went shopping, came home, got myself all fixed up, FOR NOTHING! You didn’t even notice! Maybe I should have just put on a VaultTec suit. Maybe you would’ve paid more attention to me then.
Damon rolled his eyes, groaning at his wife’s words.
Damon: Okay, NOW you’re being ridiculous...
Aurora: You know what else is ridiculous?
As the couple continued their argument, their manager entered the room, her eyes wide in anger at what was transpiring in front of her. In an effort to gain their attention, she pounded her fist against the door, staring daggers at the pair once they turned to her.
Alicia: I’ll tell you what’s ridiculous! This BULLSHIT that I see in front of me. I thought I told you two to fix this mess. Now not only are you STILL at each other’s throats, but because you two couldn’t get on the same page, you let the Tag Team Championships slip through your fingers. You two had your chance to work things out YOUR way; that didn’t work. So now, you’re going to do things MY way.
Damon tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he glared at Alicia.
Damon: And just what is THAT supposed to mean?
Alicia returned Damon’s glare with one of her own, a look that could freeze the blood of Satan himself.
Alicia: It means that neither one of you will be setting foot back in Vegas until you pull your heads out of your collective asses. Now, I’ve taken the liberty of loading your stuff onto the plane. You’re getting on that plane, and you two are going on a little trip, and my brother is going to be accompanying you….
Alicia gestured toward the dressing room door, and the broad-shouldered, hulking form of Alicia’s brother Sergio Cueva stepped into the room, offering the dysfunctional couple a wide, tooth-filled grin. Still smiling, he walked up to the pair, clapping a massive hand on each of their shoulders.
Sergio: Aww, don’t make those faces! I’m just coming along to make sure you two crazy kids have fun.
Aurora and Damon both opened their mouths to speak, but Sergio moved his hands from their shoulders to their mouths.
Sergio: Not another word. Now come on… y’all can change on the plane. Now let’s move it, peeps. The car’s waiting out back to take you to the airport.
The gargantuan Mexican stepped aside, smirking as Aurora and Damon made their way out into the hallway, muttering amongst each other as they passed the two siblings. As Aurora and Damon made it past the door, Sergio turned to his sister.
Sergio: Well, at least they’re talking to each other….
Alicia said nothing; she merely rolled her eyes as she shoved her brother out the door.
Yokohama Arena
After Glory went off the air….
Aurora sat on the same chair she had been sitting on before the match, now with an ice pack over her shoulder. Meanwhile, Damon crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall on the other side of the room. Barely even looking at his wife, Damon lifted his head up, a frustrated growl in his voice.
Damon: Well, now what? You said we were gonna have this out after the match was over... it’s over, so let’s finish this.
Aurora: Oh, it’s over alright. Because you were doing who knows what on the outside, Radicalliance now has the Tag Team Championships!
Damon: Like that was MY fault. YOU were the one that tapped out.
Furious, Aurora stood up, standing nose to nose with her husband with her teeth bared.
Aurora: If you hadn’t taken your sweet-ass time getting back into the ring to break the hold, I wouldn’t have tapped out!
She growled, rubbing her arm, which was still sore from the Fujiwara armbar earlier in the night.
Aurora: You know, lately you’ve been really selfish. After spending all that time playing games, I tried to come out and get you to spend some time with me, seeing as we rarely ever get any real time alone, and you completely blow me off! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? To have to play second fiddle to some CGI?
Damon: Well, at least if the CGI doesn’t like what I do, I can always go back to an older save state.
Aurora: This is real life, Damon. There ARE no old save states where you can fix your mistakes. And now, those mistakes have cost us the Tag Team Championships.
Damon: Well, what the hell do you want me to do? I don’t have a fucking time machine, Aurora. I can’t go back and erase what happened. Frankly, I think you’re being unfair.
Aurora: I’M being unfair?
Damon: Yeah, you are. You act like you caught me with another woman, when all I was doing was playing a little Fallout 4 to unwind.
Aurora: Unwind, my ass! You were playing that game for four fucking hours! And that was BEFORE I came out of the bedroom! In the time you spent playing that game, I left the house, went shopping, came home, got myself all fixed up, FOR NOTHING! You didn’t even notice! Maybe I should have just put on a VaultTec suit. Maybe you would’ve paid more attention to me then.
Damon rolled his eyes, groaning at his wife’s words.
Damon: Okay, NOW you’re being ridiculous...
Aurora: You know what else is ridiculous?
As the couple continued their argument, their manager entered the room, her eyes wide in anger at what was transpiring in front of her. In an effort to gain their attention, she pounded her fist against the door, staring daggers at the pair once they turned to her.
Alicia: I’ll tell you what’s ridiculous! This BULLSHIT that I see in front of me. I thought I told you two to fix this mess. Now not only are you STILL at each other’s throats, but because you two couldn’t get on the same page, you let the Tag Team Championships slip through your fingers. You two had your chance to work things out YOUR way; that didn’t work. So now, you’re going to do things MY way.
Damon tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he glared at Alicia.
Damon: And just what is THAT supposed to mean?
Alicia returned Damon’s glare with one of her own, a look that could freeze the blood of Satan himself.
Alicia: It means that neither one of you will be setting foot back in Vegas until you pull your heads out of your collective asses. Now, I’ve taken the liberty of loading your stuff onto the plane. You’re getting on that plane, and you two are going on a little trip, and my brother is going to be accompanying you….
Alicia gestured toward the dressing room door, and the broad-shouldered, hulking form of Alicia’s brother Sergio Cueva stepped into the room, offering the dysfunctional couple a wide, tooth-filled grin. Still smiling, he walked up to the pair, clapping a massive hand on each of their shoulders.
Sergio: Aww, don’t make those faces! I’m just coming along to make sure you two crazy kids have fun.
Aurora and Damon both opened their mouths to speak, but Sergio moved his hands from their shoulders to their mouths.
Sergio: Not another word. Now come on… y’all can change on the plane. Now let’s move it, peeps. The car’s waiting out back to take you to the airport.
The gargantuan Mexican stepped aside, smirking as Aurora and Damon made their way out into the hallway, muttering amongst each other as they passed the two siblings. As Aurora and Damon made it past the door, Sergio turned to his sister.
Sergio: Well, at least they’re talking to each other….
Alicia said nothing; she merely rolled her eyes as she shoved her brother out the door.