Post by Damon Graves on Apr 9, 2017 18:28:44 GMT -5
Scene fades in on a large, green field just steps away from the Harley-Davidson Museum, where the Redemption Tag Team Champions, Rebel Ink, can be seen standing in front of a small wooden building. Damon Graves is standing with his hands on his wife’s shoulders and a massive smile on his face, while Aurora has a black bandanna covering her eyes. Damon releases Aurora’s shoulders, taking a step back.
Damon: Alright, Harley... you can open your eyes, now.
Aurora pulls the bandanna from over her eyes, only to find herself staring at the small wooden structure, a white sign hanging near the building’s door. She takes a step forward to get a better look at the writing printed on the sign, then her eyes open wide with excitement.
Aurora: I never thought I’d make it out this way, and yet here I am, standing in front of the reconstruction of the shed where the very first Harley-Davison Serial Number One was built. You have no idea what it means to me to be standing right here... right now....
Aurora turns to face her husband, looking like she is just a few seconds away from crying as she throws her arms around him in gratitude, burying her face into his neck
Damon: I had a feeling you of all people would get a kick out of this place. Seeing your eyes light up like that was definitely worth the price of admission.
Aurora: Damon, what do you mean... “admission”?
Damon: Well, I had to pay the admission fee to get into this place. What did you think I was doing when I told you to wait in the car?
Aurora: Damon Marius Graves, sometimes, I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you...
Damon: While I’m sure you’ll think of something, could you please tell me what the big fucking deal is?
Aurora: Damon, you didn’t have to pay for admission...
Damon: What do you mean by that?
Aurora reaches into her purse, producing a Harley Owners Group membership card as she looks at Damon with a sheepish smile on her face.
Aurora: Had I known you were bringing me here, I could have saved you money on admission... H.O.G. members get in free.
Damon narrows his eyes and points at Aurora’s membership card. Just beside her finger, he can see that the card still bears her old last name.
Damon: Well, shit! Now you tell me. I suppose now you’re gonna tell me that little piece of plastic in your hand can help cut down on our wireless bill?
The sheepish smile on her face deepens as she shrugs her shoulders.
Aurora: Actually... yeah.
Damon: Damn it, Harley! How come you never told me these things before?
Aurora: Because I honestly thought you already knew. I mean, you’ve seen the patches sewn onto my saddlebags, right?
Damon: Yeah... but I thought you bought them like that.
Aurora: You know, for someone that knows me so damn well, I’m surprised that you’d overlook something like that. But then again, I guess NO couple is perfect, even the ones that like to portray themselves as such.
Damon: Just promise me one thing...
Aurora: Anything, Puddin’.
Damon: It’s simple really... no more keeping stuff from me, okay?
Aurora: Just as long as you remember not to make assumptions, okay? Can’t have the rest of the Redemption roster thinking we don’t know each other as well as we say we do.
Damon: Deal.
Aurora: Great! Now get out your camera and take a pic of me by this shed!
Damon pulls out his cell phone, fumbling around on the screen until he activates the camera. His face contorts into a sneer as he aims the phone at Aurora. He taps the screen to take the picture, then mutters under his breath about how long it takes for the resulting picture to load.
Damon: Damn it... You know what? I think it’s time we upgraded our phones anyway.
Aurora: I guess...
Damon and Aurora turn around to walk toward the museum’s main building, but after a few steps, Damon stops, putting a hand on Aurora’s shoulder.
Aurora: What is it?
Damon: You think that while we’re here, we can look into getting the last name changed on your membership card? I couldn’t help but notice that it still says Kni...
Aurora: NEVER say that name around me again!
Damon goes bug-eyed at the bite in his wife’s voice as he watches her face turn an angry shade of red. Aurora collects herself, then clears her throat.
Aurora: Yeah... we’ll see if we can’t get that fixed since we’re here. It’s been so long since I’ve actually had a chance to make use of my card that I almost forgot about that....
Damon smiles as the pair head toward the building.
Aurora: Besides, I can’t WAIT to raid the gift shop!
Damon’s eyes open wide, a look of pure horror on his face as Aurora drags him towards the entrance.
Damon: Oh, Harley….
Scene fades out to black.
Scene fades back in with Damon standing beside one of the museum’s exhibits, a 1980 custom Belt-Drive Wide Glide. He marvels at the beautiful machine for a moment, but there’s a hint of anger in his eyes. He turns around, looking straight into the camera with a cold, piercing stare.
Damon: Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t see straight? After the last episode of Glory, that was exactly how I was feeling. Our very first title defense, and Rebel Ink got fucked over because the dumbass referee couldn’t see that WE were the ones that got attacked first. Seriously, Devlin Scott had better start screening the officials he hires to officiate these matches. Burlesque Duplicity, somewhere down the road, we WILL meet again, and then we'll find out whether your victory over us was actually earned. No, scratch that; it wasn’t earned. You got handed a victory on a stupid technicality, so I’d enjoy it if I were you, because Aurora and I will be DAMNED if history repeats itself the next time we face off!
But that little reunion will have to wait, because Devlin Scott decided to put together another one of his “blockbuster” matches by pitting the reigning New Gen Champion AND the guy she beat for that title against one VERY pissed off set of Tag Team Champions. If Burchill and Karloff watched what happened to us at Glory, then they need to get on the same fucking page; not because it'll help them win, but because if they aren't, they're going to get torn to pieces.
Thing is, I don't see that happening. Instead, I see a situation where the current and former New Generation Champions will be one minor miscalculation away from ripping each other to shreds over something that has absolutely nothing to do with this match. Fine by me… let them shoot each other the side eye all they want; meanwhile, Aurora and I will be busy pounding their faces into the canvas.
A twisted smile forms on his face, as if he’s relishing the thought of dismantling his opponents. From a few yards away, a woman catches sight of him and his expression, and is clearly unsettled by it. He sees her, smirking as he shakes his head.
Damon: Burchill, you've danced this dance with Rebel Ink before. Remember that match, Carrie? You and that other bitch that went around calling herself a Queen, what was her name? Oh, Yeah… Skye Dawkins. Honestly, she was so forgettable that I actually had to go back and look that match up.You didn’t want to even get your hands dirty, so you attacked your partner and threw her into the proverbial lion’s den. Now, Dawkins isn’t even here anymore. You said it yourself, you don’t play well with others. I’d ask if you’d learned your lesson since then, but to be honest, you seem like the type that doesn’t always learn the first time around.
Don’t worry, though. Just in case that last lesson didn’t sink in, my wife and I will be more than willing to help you retake “Stay the Fuck out of Rebel Ink’s Way 101,” and this time, maybe you’ll actually manage to earn a passing grade, and by that, I mean walk out of this match on your own accord. Granted, you’re still gonna be staring at another loss on your record. I’ll be looking forward to knowing that not one, but TWO notches in your loser’s column will have been at the hands of Rebel Ink.
He scoffs as he slowly paces the floor in front of the exhibit.
Damon: As for you, Karloff, in the past, our paths never really crossed. You had your objectives and we had ours; we pretty much just didn’t bother with each other. But this time, it’s different; you're in our territory now, and surprise, you’re not the scariest monster here. For that matter, you barely rate up there with those so-called monsters on Sesame Street! Aurora and I, we’re the Redemption Tag Team Champions, which means that when it comes to the tag team division, WE rule here, and we will take great pride in dismantling any team that steps in our way. I want you to listen to my voice, Marty, and I want you to listen real good…. Notice something missing? In case this is going over your pointy little head, that little something that’s missing… is fear. Dark rooms and scary body paint don’t impress me and they damn sure don’t frighten me. I’ve had knives pressed against my throat more times than I care to count, and that was before I had turned 18! So all of this “demon” bullshit can be left in the frigging locker room. Just bring your ass to the ring, step up and take your ass whooping like a man, and maybe your wife will be there to mop up what’s left of you once it’s all over.
I see you, lurking like some bogeyman under some kid’s bed. Sorry, but I outgrew that shit by the time I hit kindergarten. Both Aurora and I have had people try to intimidate us since we came on the scene, and so far, no one has succeeded. Don’t expect yourself to be any different.
No wanna-be “demon” or a self-styled “queen” are going to step into Rebel Ink’s face and try to make a name off of us. It just simply does not work that way. WE are the benchmark for every other team here in Redemption Wrestling, and if you think you have what it takes to measure up, we’ll be more than happy to prove you wrong when we send your asses back to the bottom of the pile where you belong. And the Redemption Tag Team Championships? They’re gonna stay right where they belong, around our waists!
Damon storms toward the camera, shoving it out of his way as the scene fades to black.
