Post by Damon Graves on May 7, 2017 20:21:00 GMT -5
Sunday, May 7th, 2017
Morning
Downtown Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Scene opens with the Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions Rebel Ink wandering the halls of the Dragon City Mall, not that far away from the Scotiabank Saddledome, site of tonight’s episode of Glory. Some of the of the shops have barely opened, so there isn’t much of a crowd inside the mall.
Damon: Feels so nice getting out and walking for a bit…
Aurora: What are you talking about? The flight from Vegas was only about 3 hours!
Damon: Yeah, but it was the most uncomfortable 3 hours of my life…
Aurora: YOU were the one that wanted to try and binge watch “Game of Thrones” on the flight….
Damon: It was research!
Aurora: Sure, it was….
Damon: Like I told you, I was TRYING to get inside Shields’ mindset…. My methods left a lot to be desired, though… Every single episode was nothing but blood, tits, and castles.
Aurora: And since when have any of those things been a problem for you?
Damon: Give me SOME credit, ok? Each of those things are fine in and of themselves, but 40 minutes of the shit crammed into each show was too much, even for me….
Aurora: Aw, poor baby….
Damon: Anyways, we have a little while before we need to be at the Saddledome, so let’s have a little alone time to relax before we take on Shields and Fujiwara…
As they continue along, Aurora abruptly stops; Damon, however, does not, and is almost thrown off balance. The store that Aurora decides to stop in front of? Goofy Gloves and Silly Socks, Ltd.
Damon: Do I need to ask why you stopped here?
Aurora: Don’t be such a grouch…. Besides, just imagine how I’d look wearing… those.
She points at a pair in the window that the camera can’t pick up from this angle.
Damon: Hmmm, I see your point. If you want to go in and browse, go ahead. I’ll be in in a couple of minutes….
Aurora’s smile widens, and she kisses him on the cheek before entering the store. A few seconds later, Damon takes out his cellphone and holds it up in front of his face to record something.
Damon: What part of the term “Tag Team Champions” does Devlin Scott not fucking understand? These belts are meant to be defended, so what does he do? He sticks us in yet another non-title match.
To make things even more “interesting”, we get sucked into the whole Heavyweight Championship mess between Matthew Shields and Yujiro Fujiwara. All of that confusion over Who has the right to challenge for that title is between the two of you. It doesn't have a goddamned thing to do with our match in Calgary. To us, the fact that one of you has a belt doesn't mean dick.
Shields, I'm letting you know right now, as much as we respect what you've accomplished in the ring, there's no way in hell that we're going to bow down and call you “sire”. This whole ”King of the Heavyweights” trip you're on? Aurora and me aren't buying into it. Think back, if you can, and ponder what has happened to anyone that's tried to throw some bullshit royal title in our faces. Skye Dawkins? Gone. Caroline Burchill? Defeated On multiple occasions. Oh, and have your “queen” ask her sister about what happened to her ex-brother-in-law, Renee Pleasant. Humiliated him so bad that nobody's seen him since. I'm not including Amber on that list because she at least earned our respect.
The tattooed superstar rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall near the store’s entrance. He pauses as a group of shoppers walk past him, then continues once they pass out of frame.
Damon: Point is, you may be riding on the top of the totem pole as far as the singles division goes, but this is tag team wrestling, and Rebel Ink are the top dogs in that division. Bringing that better-than-thou attitude into our yard is the same as begging for an ass kicking.
By the same token, don't think for a second that you're getting off light, Yujiro. If you pay us our due respect, you don't run the risk of pissing is off. Buuuttt, you didn't, and so, guess what, sunshine? You get lumped in with whatever happens to your buddy Matt.
Now, you may be thinking to yourself, “Self, how in the world did I wind up disrespecting Rebel Ink?”
He pauses, pursing his lips as he taps his chin with his finger.
Damon: Simple. You looked past us. You're so frigging fixated on your title shot at Wrestleforce that you mentioned us and our match as a mere afterthought, something not important enough for you to acknowledge. Personally, I take it as a slap in the face. You're not facing some random team of scrubs, Fujiwara. You're facing the motherfucking Redemption Wrestling Tag Team Champions, and we earned our stripes by taking on whatever challenge was placed in our way. Now, my wife is a bit more forgiving than I am in that respect, but just because SHE feels a little guilty doesn’t mean I actually give a flying fuck.
The two of you may want to treat this as a throwaway match, and you're perfectly free to do so; just as we're free to make you regret that choice. We will be coming at you the same way we do with everyone else; full steam, full bore, balls to the wall. If you two can't coexist, you're going to get mangled faster than a tree branch in a wood chipper. And from all indications, you two aren’t even in the same goddamned library, let alone on the same page.
Matthew Shields, Yujiro Fujiwara, you two little lovebirds definitely need to un-fuck yourselves and get ready for a very uncomfortable night, because Rebel Ink is taking this match as serious as a heart attack, and when that happens, anyone across the ring from us is in for a world of hurt.
And when Wrestleforce DOES go down, what happens tonight will add just a little more fuel to the fire, each of you blaming the other for eating a loss…. But hey, you can thank us later, because once that bell rings, neither of you will have ANYTHING to be thankful for…
With that, he stabs at the screen,ending the recording. Scene fades as he enters the store to see what his wife has found.
