Post by Aurora Graves on May 7, 2017 19:04:40 GMT -5
International Hotel Calgary
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Aurora sat curled up on the beige armchair of the hotel suite she shared with her husband, her feet tucked under her as she watched the closing moments of West Coast Genesis Hype, a moderately impressed smile on her face as she raised the remote to turn the TV off. With a light chuckle, she stuck her legs out, standing up from her seat as she made her way to the suite’s mini fridge. She opened it up, pulling a single can of Coke out, popping the tab. Taking a moment to let the initial explosion of carbonation die down, she turned to see her husband Damon walk into the room.
Aurora: Pretty damn good show, eh Puddin’?
Damon: Yeah... looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us if any of them make the jump to Redemption. Some of them look like they could get called up sooner rather than later.
Aurora: We’ll see. How about that one really big guy... did you see that senton bomb?
Damon: You don’t see a lot of guys that big take to the air like that. Hell, I’ve seen Jason throw the odd flying clothesline, and I’ve been hit by the same, but that’s about it.
Aurora: Still, not bad for a big guy...
Damon: Indeed.
Damon slipped in behind Aurora, gripping her around the waist as she took a sip of her soda. As Damon rested his chin against her neck, she giggled. The stubble that had just barely broken the surface of his skin tickled as it rubbed against the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck, sending a rush of goosebumps down her body. The giggle forced a small amount of carbonation up into her nose.
Aurora: HEY! That tickles!
Damon let out a chuckle, picking his head up and running a hand along his chin. Feeling the sandpaper-like texture of his face, he smirked.
Damon: I guess I should probably shave, then...
Aurora: Or at least make sure I’m not about to drink anything carbonated. It’s not fun when that stuff tries to come out through my nose!
Damon: Sorry, Harley. Anyway, I heard from the contractor... they just passed inspection on the wiring... we should be able to get the drywall in and close up the walls...
Aurora: Still a lot that needs to be done before we can move in, though, huh?
Damon nodded his head.
Damon: Yeah, but hopefully by the time we come back from Inglewood in September, everything should be ready. Once we get settled, we can look into building our family...
Aurora: I guess that’s the one good thing about me not being able to have any kids on my own... any child we do welcome into our home won’t be a surprise.
Aurora turned around, smiling as she stared into her husband’s emerald green eyes. As she stared, she could see a mix of anticipation with just a hint of fear.
Aurora: You’re going to make an amazing father... I just know it!
He let out a sigh, as if unsure of his abilities as a father.
Damon: I don’t know about that, Harley. I didn’t exactly have the best example when it came to how to be “Father of the Year”.
Aurora: Stop that! You are NOTHING like that jackass, Martin. All you share is DNA... that doesn’t make a father. Actually being there for a child... THAT’S what’s important! And you’ve already showed that with Jason and Alicia’s kids.
Damon: Yeah, but those we could give back to their parents. Once WE become parents....
Aurora: I know... it’ll be a different story. But we’ll be fine. We already make a great team; we’ve proven that enough times.
Damon: Yeah, but tag team wrestling and parenting are two completely different animals.
Aurora: Are they, though? Think about it. We both have to work together to make sure we keep our family safe... make sure our legacy is secure.
Damon: Well, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right. At least I know I have you to back me up on this...
Aurora: And you know you always will.
Damon reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his wife’s face as he shook his head, as awestruck at her beauty as he was the moment he first laid eyes on her.
Damon: I love you, Harley....
Aurora: I love you too, Puddin’...
Damon carefully took the can of Coke from Aurora’s hand, setting it on the counter as he lifted her up. She wrapped her long legs around his torso as he pulled her into a kiss and carried her into the bedroom.
The Next Morning
Hotel Suite Bedroom
Aurora sat on the end of the bed, clad in nothing but a bathrobe as she waited for her turn in the shower. A part of her wanted to join her husband, as was evidenced by the biting of her lower lip as she glanced at the bathroom door, listening to the muffled sound of the shower running from behind it. She sighed, then turned to face the camera, offering a slow, unenthusiastic clap.
Aurora: Bravo, Devlin...
I want you to go ahead and take a good look at the man you have serving as the face of Redemption Wrestling. Don’t worry... Damon and I will wait while you let it sink in just what a pathetic, lazy piece of shit you have holding the most prestigious championship in professional wrestling today!
Think about it, Devlin. Just a couple of weeks ago, during that clusterfuck of a show you called Strange Bedfellows, you not only threw people into some of the WORST tag team configurations possible, but you took your best tag team – your champions – and you split them up, placing them on opposite sides! And when our respective so-called “partners” failed to deliver, what did you do? You had us face off against each other. Now let me ask you something, Devlin. How did Damon and I react to that little swerve? Did we throw bitch fits and refuse to compete?
Hell...
Fucking...
NO!
She stood up, a defiant look in her eyes as she walked over to the closet, retrieving one of the Redemption Tag Team Championship belts, draping it over her shoulder. With authority, she pounded on the center medallion, her lips curled into a sneer.
Aurora: We didn’t complain even once! We got in that ring and we did what we always do, and that’s tear it up and show the world EXACTLY why Rebel Ink are four-time Tag Team Champions! Why? Because THAT, Devlin Scott, is what champions do! They step into that ring no matter the circumstances and they show why they deserve the honor of representing their company with championship gold.
But look at Matthew Shields... Matthew FUCKING Shields, the man that takes one headboard to the cranium and thinks he’s some sort of king. Maybe king of the fucking padded room he needs to be stuck in, but as far as royalty goes? Don’t make me fucking laugh! He’d rather sit around with his thumb up his ass than demonstrate why he’s a worthy representative of this company. No, he’s too worried about all these matches that he insists are “beneath him”. NEWS FLASH! It shouldn’t matter if you’re jerking the curtain or main eventing. How you present yourself is EVERYTHING when you hold championship gold! And if you can’t treat the Redemption Heavyweight Championship with the respect that it deserves by going out and showing the world what you did to win it in the first place, then you – Matthew Shields – do NOT deserve to call yourself a champion!
The sneer on Aurora’s face faded into one of mild disappointment as the anger in her eyes began to subside.
Aurora: As for you, Yujiro... honestly, I feel bad for you. You’re stuck with a jackass for a partner, who is more concerned about his fucking ego than he is about this match. And while he’s going out of his way to throw you under the bus, you’re making every effort to show that you’re willing to hold up your end, even if your partner isn’t. Dude... don’t waste your breath. I’d hate to see you put forth the effort only to have to shoulder the whole weight of your team on your own, all because your so-called tag team partner is too much of a coward. It’s just too bad that while you’re dragging the dead weight that is Redemption Wrestling’s supposed top champion, you had to step into the ring against Rebel Ink. Sorry to say this, pal, but Damon and I can’t afford to show any mercy in this match. Then again, maybe if we decide to end this quickly, that could be a form of mercy. Still, this is a fight that won’t end well for you – not because you’re facing us, but because you’re essentially stepping into the lion’s den, and you’re covered with raw meat.
Yeah, I may feel bad for the fact that you’ve got a piece of shit for a partner, but look on the bright side... after Damon and I are finished kicking your asses, you can just turn around and kick the shit out of him for giving you the shaft. When that happens, we’ll be cheering you on, and with any luck, you’ll take the belt from him. Maybe then Redemption will finally have a WORTHY champion holding the company’s top prize.
Until then, I’m sorry to say...
She shook her head, a look of mild pity in her eyes.
Aurora: You’re fucked.
Aurora could hear the water in the bathroom stop running. From just out of frame, the sound of the bathroom door opening was followed with the sound of Aurora rushing in and closing it again. The last image the camera picks up on is that of Damon Graves standing in front of it, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist. He bent down, took notice that it was still on...
Damon: Oh, shit!
With that, the camera was shut off.
