Post by Damon Graves on Sept 24, 2016 19:45:38 GMT -5
Artistic Skin Design and Body Piercing
Indianapolis, Indiana
Scene fades in on a semi-private room, in front of a mirror almost completely bordered in stickers advertising such things as Vans and Suicide Girls. Staring into the lower portion of the mirror are #FSociety Tag Team Champions and Redemption Wrestling superstars, Aurora Knight and Damon Graves, also known as “Rebel Ink”. Damon is standing off to the side, his arms crossed over his Misfits t-shirt as Aurora inspects her most recent tattoo – a picture of a woman with a scar under her left eye taking up most of her outer left thigh. She smiles as she turns to her fiancé, giving him an approving nod.
Aurora: Looks like it’s healed up rather nicely. I was kinda worried it wouldn’t be ready by Zero Hour.
Damon: Still can’t get over all the weird looks we got as soon as we stepped out of the room when it was finished.
Aurora: Well, considering all of the noise I was making, I think they thought we were doing something else for those seven hours...
She winks playfully at him as she steps out of the room, with Damon following close behind. As they make their way toward the lobby, they are met by a bald man with two full sleeves.
Man: So... everything good to go with the new piece? No touch-ups needed or anything?
Damon shakes his head and smiles as he catches the man doing slightly more than checking out her tattoo.
Aurora: Yeah... one of the benefits of being engaged to a tattoo artist is always having someone be on top of me when it comes to aftercare.
Damon smirks, as he silently twists Aurora’s words into a somewhat more dirty interpretation. The gleam in his eye doesn’t go unnoticed by Aurora....
Aurora: Behave yourself, Puddin.
Damon: Hey, I AM behaving....
He shrugs as he extends his hand toward the bald man standing nearby.
Damon: Anyway, Hank... I wanted to thank you again for letting me work out of your shop this week.
Hank: Think nothing of it. When we heard you were in town, we figured you’d be looking to do some ink on the side. What better way to do it than to have you as a guest artist? It’s certainly done wonders for our business!
The two artists laugh as Aurora looks on. It’s still fairly early, as the shop has only been open for a few minutes. Damon and Hank move behind the counter as Aurora looks through the flash on the walls.
Hank: So, do you do a lot of work for other wrestlers?
Damon: I’ve done a few pieces here and there. Though whenever Aurora wants new ink, I’m the first one she comes to. And I can’t say no to that face....
Aurora turns to look at Damon, flashing her famous doe-eyed smile, the one he can’t resist. He grimaces as he looks away.
Damon: Damn it... you see what I mean, Hank?
Hank shakes his head, offering up a sarcastic smile as he pats Damon on the shoulder.
Hank: You poor, poor man. I feel your pain.
Damon narrows his eyes, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk.
Hank: Anyway, you’ve got an appointment coming in at 1 o’clock. He’s looking to get some work done on a wrestling-themed sleeve. Figured this would be right up your alley.
Damon: You figured correctly.
He nods, then turns his attention back to Aurora.
Damon: Harley, you gonna stick around for a bit, or did you have plans?
Aurora’s lower lip pouts a little bit as her shoulders droop.
Aurora: (sighing) Well, there IS that little problem that came up earlier today...
Damon: Oh yeah... that. I’m guessing that’s going to take up much of the day.
Aurora: It could, if I don’t find something that tops what I had before.
Hank and Damon nod their heads as Aurora walks back into the other room. She emerges a few seconds later with her purse slung over her shoulder. She walks over beside Damon, pausing briefly to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Aurora: Have fun, boys... I’ll catch you later.
She winks at him, smiling as she heads for the door. Once she leaves, Damon looks at Hank with a nervous, wide-eyed expression.
Hank: What is it?
His face relaxes a bit as Damon lets out a sigh.
Damon: I HOPE she isn't gone that long... we only have the one rental car....
Hank: Yikes!
Damon walks back into one of the other rooms, making sure all of his equipment is in order. He looks up at the clock on the wall. His 1 o’clock appointment would be there soon, so he began prepping his workstation. Hank looks on from the doorway.
Damon: Well, guess I’ll get to work. I’d start drawing something up, but I figured that can wait until he gets here. That way I can get a better idea of what he wants.
Hank: Alright, then. I’ll leave you to it.
Hank steps out of the doorway, leaving Damon to get to work as the scene fades.
Crown Hill Cemetery
Indianapolis, Indiana
Scene fades back in, and we find that Damon is out in the Crown Hill graveyard, looking around at the various grave markers. He’s sitting on the ground beside a grave marker that rested beneath the shade of a massive tree.
Damon: No rest for the wicked, is there? The moment you finish with one match, you gotta turn around and head straight into another. But you know what? In this business, it all comes with the territory, and Aurora and I wouldn't have it any other way. And as much as we would love to just kick back and enjoy the limelight, we aren't going to stand still and pat ourselves on the back for being crowned the very first #FSociety Wrestling Tag Team Champions. That would give too many people the chance to kick us in the ass and fuck up everything we've busted our asses for.
Gavin Grimes may feel that he closed the book on the history of NGW, but honestly, he merely closed out his particular chapter. NGW might not exist as a company anymore, but to me and Aurora Knight, its spirit lives on in us. You never forget where you came from, even if you weren’t there for very long.
Damon shifts his foot in front of him, pushing through some of the freshly-fallen leaves that scattered across the ground.
Damon: Devlin Scott was definitely not what we would consider a friend of ours during NGW’s heyday, but even though we gave him a few headaches, he still gave us a shot at greatness, and we ran with it. So when Devlin was able to deal with his issues behind the scenes and return as the head of Redemption Wrestling, Rebel Ink were among the first people who signed on to compete here.
And I have to say, Devlin is starting things off with one hell of a bang! Very first match of the very first card, and Aurora and me find ourselves contending for another set of titles. Oh, but it isn't as if he's just handing over the keys to the kingdom. Believe me, I know that we’ve got our work cut out for us.
And that's just fine with us.
Damon gets to his feet and brushes off his clothes. He begins to meander amongst the varied gravestones, some of which are titanic monuments carved out of stone. Off in the distance is a massive set of pillars at the top of a small hill.
Damon: Not one, not two, but THREE other teams stand between us and what we want. What is that old saying? Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it? Makes me wonder if our opponents are good students….
Damon smirks as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, slipping his thumbs through the belt loops.
Damon: First off, we have The Pride, Trixie and Angel. I must say, dealing with Devlin Scott’s girlfriend Trixie has me feeling just a bit…. Apprehensive. While he recognizes talent when he sees it, he isn’t above pursuing his own agenda. But, I think I’ll hold off on that train of thought… for now. Angel? What can I say about Angel? You’re pretty much the silent partner in this pairing. But sometimes the silent ones are the ones you have to watch out for. Why? Because the less time they spend communicating, the more time they have to plot something. I’m not going to be taken in by the “little Miss Innocent” act. But hey, this is a dream come true, right? First time teaming up, and you have a shot at becoming champions right off the bat. Ladies, I have no personal beef with either of you, but on the other hand, I have no qualms about going through you. You both have bright futures in the ring, but debuting as a team against Rebel Ink certainly is not a wise decision. Don't believe me? Ask your friend Avery Miles III; he can tell you from firsthand experience what being in the ring with us is all about.
Damon makes his way toward the hill in the distance as the camera moves in front of him, keeping pace as he walks.
Damon: Next, we have the unknown quantity in the match, Chaos Love: RC Tucker and Daisy Rose. When I look at the two of them, it's almost uncanny the amount of similarities that exist between them and us. Cocky, brash rabble rouser with a taste for chaos? Check. Fiery female paramour for a tag team partner? Check. Ah, but here's the big difference between Chaos Love and Rebel Ink: we’ve been a fuckton more successful, and have the track record to prove it. I’m not saying that you CAN’T win, I’m just saying that you WON’T win. Not this time, anyway. You made ONE appearance in IPW as a team, and it sure as hell wasn’t a rousing success.
Lastly, we have Radicalliance ‘85, our IPW “counterparts” from back in the day when NGW was still riding high. While Aurora and I were carrying the Tag Team division on the flagship brand, this pair of clowns were the IPW champions. That's, for lack of a better term, “radical” for you, but let me be honest, you two were just a comedy act, while we were... scratch that, we ARE the real deal. We’ve got Ronnie North, a guy who thinks more with his dick than with his brain. Do you seriously believe that sporting the “80s Grade-Z Porn reject” look is gonna attract the babes? Considering you have to get your right hand drunk in order to get lucky, we can pretty much blow that theory out of the water. Maybe I should shove a fucking GoPro up your ass, just so I could show the world how full of shit you are... And let’s not forget the Jew Blazer… as if we could. A guy that looks like he JUST got finished celebrating his Bar Mitzvah, dressed like the world’s lamest superhero… oops, excuse me, JEW-perhero. While you were worrying about moustache rides and Hanukkah geld, we were taking on the very best competition in the world. If you want to dance around like a couple of clowns, that's on you, but while Aurora and I may crack a few jokes outside the ring, once the bell rings, we are deadly serious about taking care of business.
And our business at Zero Hour couldn't be simpler…. Get in the ring, demolish the fuck out of three other tag teams, and walk away with the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Championship. Yeah, people are gonna call me a dick for having an attitude like this, but as far as I’m concerned, they can go fuck off, because Aurora and I have paid our dues in this business. We've earned the right to say the things we do. In the ring, outside the ring, we’ve put in the effort to be the best, and the results are crystal clear. Wanna shut me up? Then you need to fucking step up to our level. Otherwise, you can deal with it. Aurora Knight and Damon Graves… call us the Angelz of Destruction or Rebel Ink, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that DOES matter is that out of everybody in this match, we are the ones…. The ONLY ones… that have the drive, the determination, and just the flat out talent to hold those belts. Zero Hour is Rebel Ink’s hour to show the rest of the wrestling world exactly why we’re among the best tag teams in the world. As for the rest of you clowns, well, you know where the line starts if you want to face us….
Damon smirks as he flips off the camera, then walks past the camera as he continues toward the hill with the pillared monument. The camera follows him until he disappears into the distance.
Fade to black.
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