Post by Damon Graves on Mar 12, 2017 4:51:55 GMT -5
Tuesday 7 March 2017
Private Terminal
McCarran International Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
Scene opens with a shot of a jet-black Gulfstream 4 jet pulling into one of the terminals reserved for private aircraft. Shortly after it comes to a complete stop, the exit door opens and Redemption Wrestling tag team competitors Rebel Ink emerge, carrying their luggage as a limo pulls up to take them home.
Inside the limo, Damon and Aurora Graves get comfortable. Sitting across from them are their mentors, Jason and Alicia Perry.
Alicia: Enjoy your vacation?
Aurora: Sure did. We had plenty of time to reconnect…
Damon: ...and to take advantage of all the amenities that Cabo could offer. By the way…
Damon leans down to look inside his carry on bag. He sits back up with an ornate glass bottle filled with a golden liquor.
Damon: One bottle of the finest mezcal anejo…
He hands it off to Jason, who holds it up to the light, as if he is inspecting it.
Damon: Like you asked, no worm…
Alicia: (under her breath) Big baby…
Jason: Excuse me? Just because I enjoy mezcal, doesn’t mean I enjoy eating a fucking worm. Tried it once; damn near puked up my lunch….
Alicia: I was there, remember? Besides, I think it might have been the 15 tacos you ate beforehand.
Jason: Well, those were some damn good tacos.
Alicia: Remember the hamburger scene from “Demolition Man”?
Before Jason can respond, Aurora pipes up.
Aurora: You mean the underground scene where Sandra Bullock mentions the lack of cows in the future?
Jason: Very funny, but i did NOT eat “rat tacos”...
Alicia: (interrupting) Anyway, now that you two are nice and rested, are you ready to get back into training? You’re getting your rematch for the Redemption Wrestling Tag team Championships.
Jason: You need to work especially hard, Damon. On top of the tag title shot, you have Anastasia Hayden’s High Roller Championship to think about…
Damon: I know, but weren’t you the one that told me to concentrate on one thing at a time?
Alicia: He has a point, dear.
Jason: Fine. Do you have a strategy mapped out for Ultimate Resolve yet?
Aurora: Yeah, but considering we’re dealing with the Black Light District, we can’t plan for everything…
Jason: Wrong. When we get together tomorrow morning, I’ll show you how to decipher the BLD.
Damon: And as for Radicalliance, we’ve faced them so many times before…
Alicia: Familiarity breeds complacency. I have a sneaking suspicion that might play into how they were able to upset you for the belts…
Damon raises an eyebrow and is about to say something, but Jason holds up his hand to cut him off.
Jason: That wasn’t an admonition, just an observation. So think about that, and we’ll see you in the morning.
As the limo comes to a halt, Damon and Aurora grab their bags and exit the vehicle. Scene fades out.
Friday 11 March 2017
Gotanda
Shinagawa Ward
Tokyo, Japan
Scene fades back in as Rebel Ink make their way down the street.
Aurora: Damn it, Damon, you had me all set for shabu shabu….
Damon: I had no way of knowing that the restaurant would be so damned crowded. Besides, I had a place in mind as a plan “B”....
Aurora: Better be good.
Damon: Trust me, I've heard nothing but glowing reviews of this place.
Aurora: From who?
Damon: Jason for one. Do you think he'd suggest that we eat in some shithole?
Aurora: Good point. So, how much longer until we get there?
Damon: Actually, we’re here….
Damon gestures up at the sign adorning the face of a little out-of-the-way restaurant flanked by nondescript buildings on either side.
Aurora: And what exactly is “here”?
Damon: Have you ever heard of the Ribera Steakhouse?
Aurora’s eyes light up. Her jaw drops slowly as a stunned gasp escapes her mouth.
Aurora: Are you serious? This is it?
Damon chuckles, then gestures up toward the restaurant’s facade.
Damon: Why would I joke about something like this? Like I said, Jason almost insisted that we stop by before the tour of Japan was done.
Aurora: I figured we would come here AFTER we won the Tag Team belts back.
Damon: We could've, but I have a much better celebration planned when that happens…
Aurora: Like what?
Damon: That would ruin the surprise. You'll have to be patient.
Aurora: Yeah, like I'm so great with patience….
Damon: Hey, you put up with me. If that isn't the best definition of the word, then what is?
Aurora strikes an exaggerated “I'm thinking” pose.
Aurora: Hmmm, can't argue with that logic….
Damon: And they call me a knucklehead. ..
Aurora: But a cute one….
Damon: Can't be too much of a knucklehead, though. After all, I married you.
Aurora wraps her arms around her husband’s neck, a huge smile plastered on her face as she gazes into his eyes.
Aurora: Sweet talker….
The couple lock lips. Eventually, they separate, with Damon tilting his head in the direction of the restaurant’s entrance.
Damon: Anyway, go ahead and go inside. I'll be along in a bit.
Aurora: Are you sure?
Damon: Yup, only need a few minutes. Besides, it’ll give you a chance to drink in the ambiance…
Aurora: ...and give you time to cut a promo? Gotcha, hon.
She gives Damon a quick wink, then turns and enters the restaurant.
Once Aurora is gone, Damon pulls out his phone and activates the video app. For a moment, he looks away from the camera, furrowing his brow as he looks around.
Damon: You know, this country holds a lot of memories for my wife and myself. Some good… others REALLY fucking suck, and I’m not just talking about the dirty looks from some of the older people because of the ink my wife and I carry on our skin.
Upon uttering that last sentence, he stares into the camera with a hateful glare in his eyes.
Damon: February 12th… not that long ago… just about a month. That night still pisses me the fuck off. Radicalliance, you must have shoved four-leaf clovers and rabbit’s feet straight up a leprechaun's ass, because you did what nobody else thought possible… you defeated Rebel Ink for the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Championship. You caught us at one of our lowest points, both as a team and as a married couple. Fat lot of good that did you, because we emerged so much stronger from that whole debacle, and what have you done since that night?
You went and you put on a fucking spectacle, that’s what you did. Did Aurora and I pull that sorta shit whenever we won tag team gold? No, we certainly did not. Sure, we had our own celebrations, but we didn’t parade around beneath a rain of confetti. To be honest, it’s just another reason that you two assclowns will go down in history as a sad excuse for a team that managed to grab the brass ring once or twice, only to get it snatched from your grasp by someone on a completely different level. You see, when you two won the belts, you managed to garner just a teeny bit of our respect, despite the circumstances. Once you had the brilliant idea of holding that “Championship Celebration”, that’s the moment you flushed it straight down the shitter. So we had no reservations about coming out and showing the world what REAL champions are supposed to act like…
Damon shakes his head and sneers in disgust.
Damon: But as much as I would like to say that you are the sole focus of Rebel Ink’s vengeance in this match, there’s another team serving as the proverbial “third wheel,” and that’s the Black Light District. Silas Subhuman and Luke Knux… a doofus with the mental capacity of a fucking rock and a wannabe rock star who thinks that carrying around a guitar makes him a musician. By the same token, I suppose that you think that owning some wrestling gear makes you wrestlers. ...
Once again, Damon shakes his head in contempt.
Damon: For the fucking life of me, I can't even imagine how the two of you dipshits think that there's a snowball’s chance in hell that you'll walk out of Ultimate Resolve with OUR titles. To call you cheap thugs would be an insult to actual thugs. As a white kid growing up in LA, I know what true thugs are like, and compared to them, you aren't shit! You're a pair of mangy back alley mutts that just barely learned to walk on two legs and all of a sudden, you think you can hang with the real movers and shakers in this business. Call me an arrogant motherfucker, but with the success that Rebel Ink has had for being a team for less than a year, I've earned the right to act this way. Three different companies, three different sets of championships. I’ve earned the right to be a little pissed off when I see a pair of clowns goof off with the belts Aurora and I busted our asses to win. And more importantly, I’ve earned the right to want to kick the teeth out of the mouths of you two fuckwads, because while you may have won a shot at the Tag Team Championships, you STILL haven’t done a damned thing to EARN that shot.
So instead of dreaming about what it's going to feel like with those belts, I want you to come to grips with the fact that at the end of the day, when that bell rings, you’re gonna see Rebel Ink, once again standing at the top of the fucking mountain, with the Redemption Tag Team Championships held high over our heads. Fourth championship in less than a year, bitches….
Damon taps the screen on his smartphone to end the recording, tucking the device back in his pocket. He turns and heads inside the restaurant as the scene fades to black.
