Post by Damon Graves on Jun 12, 2016 14:37:57 GMT -5
Hard Luck Tattoo Studio – Inglewood, California
June 7, 2016
Scene opens with a wide shot of Damon Graves’ former place of employment. The “Open” light is pulsing in the window, but with the sunlight shining from overhead, it’s barely noticeable. A black Dodge Charger pulls up in front of the shop; the roar of its engine nearly drowning out the sound of the passing cars.
The engine shuts off and the doors open, as Damon Graves and Aurora Knight step out from the driver’s and passenger doors, respectively. Damon is dressed in his usual blue jeans and a Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt, while Aurora is decked out in curve-hugging black leggings and a Ramones t-shirt she had snagged from his drawer. The shirt is obviously too big for her, so she has it knotted in a way that shows off her midriff. As she steps onto the sidewalk, a car drives by, honking as a man leans out of the window, clearly admiring Aurora’s figure.
Man in Car: Looking good, baby!
Damon shakes his head while Aurora rolls her eyes. He grabs hold of his girlfriend’s hand as they head toward the door. Before they go in, Damon steps back, smiling at the sight before him.
Damon: I can’t argue with that guy… you ARE gorgeous!
Aurora smirks as she shakes her head.
Aurora: You have to say that, Puddin’.
Damon: Because it’s the truth. Anyway, I have a feeling Joey’s gonna be drooling when he sees you.
Aurora: Well, in that case, I hope there’s a mop handy…
The scene shifts to an interior shot of the shop, where Damon’s former tattoo mentor, Joey, is sitting at a lightboard, working on a stencil. A bell ringing in the distance diverts his attention. He picks his head up, craning his neck toward the entrance to the shop.
Joey: That’s weird; I don’t remember scheduling any appointments today…
He makes his way to the front of the shop, where Damon and his tag team partner are waiting just inside the front entrance.
Joey: D! Glad to see you back, dude.
Joey casts his eyes to the beautiful blonde standing at his side, smiling as he gives Damon a look that says “I’m impressed”.
Joey: And who did you bring with you?
Joey tries to be charming, but Damon laughs at the attempt.
Damon: Nice try, slick. Joey. This is my tag team partner, Aurora Knight…
Joey shoots Damon a look that says “tag team partner, my ass,” giving him a quick wink.
Joey: And even better looking in person…
This catches Damon off guard. He cocks his head to the side, a look of surprise on his face.
Damon: Didn’t think you watched wrestling, man.
Joey: Normally, I don’t. But since we heard you were going to be on kicking some ass, Oscar and I had it on the TV…
Joey indicates a flat-screen TV mounted in a corner near the ceiling. When we cut back to Damon’s face, we see that he’s astonished.
Damon: Shit, Joey. I appreciate the support….
Joey shrugs it off, shaking his head.
Joey: You know you’re still part of the Hard Luck family…
The two men lock up in a brotherly embrace. A bemused Aurora looks on, watching the bro-fest for a moment before clearing her throat.
Aurora: Excuse me, boys; do I need to give you two some alone time?
Damon and Joey let go of each other, chuckling as they both turn to Aurora, who is standing with her arms crossed. Damon rubs a hand on the back of his head, a mildly apologetic look on his face.
Damon: Sorry, Harley, manners aren’t always my forte. Aurora, this is Joey. He’s one of the owners of the shop and my mentor.
Aurora extends her hand as if for a handshake, but instead of shaking her hand, Joey kisses it. Aurora looks at Damon, an “is this guy for real?” expression on her face.
Joey: So, Aurora, are you looking to get some ink?
The Angel of Rebellion nods her head as she smiles.
Aurora: As a matter of fact, yes I am, but I already asked Damon to do the honors…
Damon: No offense, but the tattoo she’s looking to get is in a rather… personal area, if you know what I mean.
Damon arches his eyebrow as he speaks those last few words. Understanding, Joey responds with a knowing nod of his head.
Joey: No offense taken. Damon needs to get some more practice under his belt, anyway.
Aurora: Oh, he has nothing to worry about “under his belt”…
Damon was about to say something, but he stops with his mouth hanging open before a single sound can leave his lips. Joey, on the other hand, nearly falls over laughing at her not-so-subtle innuendo.
Joey: God damn! Your girlfriend sure isn’t shy….
Damon: I introduced her to you as my tag team partner…
Joey: I know that; I just figured that if she’s going to be making comments like that, D, That means that there is definitely more to this relationship of yours than just business.
Damon: Well, it started out that way, but….
Aurora: Things kinda escalated rather quickly.
Again, Damon opens his mouth as if to comment on what she said, but he could only manage a brief pause before he shakes his head.
Damon: …never mind. I’m just gonna leave that one alone.
Once Joey and Damon regain their composure, they all walk down the hallway toward an empty workstation near the back of the shop. Damon begins his initial prep work as Joey leans in the open doorway.
Joey: So, what sort of tattoo are you looking to get?
As Damon continues setting up, Aurora pulls a slip of paper out of her purse. She smiles as she shows it to Joey. The image is of Harley Quinn’s triple diamond symbol.
Aurora: As you can see, I’m a big Harley Quinn fan. So, I figured why not add to the ink I have with a Harley tattoo?
Joey: Makes sense to me. If you don’t mind me asking, where are you looking to get it?
Damon nervously clears his throat, his face turning a little red as Aurora points to an area just about an inch below the waistline of her pants. Joey in turn gets a wide smile on his face as he slowly nods his head.
Joey: And now I know why you asked D to do the honors. Good thing these workstations are semi-private. Not to worry, though. You’re in good hands; this kid does great work. But I’m sure you already knew that.
Damon: She’s seen my portfolio, Joey.
They both turn to Aurora with expectant grins on their faces. She shifts her gaze between the two gentlemen, knowing why they’re looking at her that way. She just laughs it off.
Aurora: Forget it, boys… that one would just be TOO easy.
Everyone laughs as Joey claps a hand on Damon’s shoulder.
Joey: Well then, I’ll let you guys get to it. Have fun; I gotta get back to working on that stencil.
Damon nods silently as he continues setting up. Through the back door, a broad-shouldered, bald-headed man walks into the shop, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he sees Damon.
Man: D? Is that you?
Damon stands up to greet the man with another bro-hug as Aurora looks on.
Damon: Good to see you again, Oscar.
Oscar looks over at Aurora, who is sitting on a large, padded table similar to the ones used in massage parlors. Oscar smiles at her, then gives Damon the thumbs up.
Oscar: No introduction necessary… you must be Aurora.
Aurora: Indeed, I am.
Oscar: D, you lucky motherfucker! So, you back for good, or just visiting?
Damon: Nah, just stopping by. We’re in between shows at the moment, so we figured we’d come over and say hi. Well, that and my girl here wanted some new ink.
Oscar again smiles at Aurora, then leaves to join Joey at the front of the shop as Damon shuts the door to his workstation. Back at the front of the shop, Oscar sits behind the counter, sorting through some paperwork from the day before. As Joey finishes with the stencil he had been working on, he approaches the counter.
Joey: You know, looking at what D brought home, almost makes me wanna get into wrestling.
Oscar: Surprised you’re not supervising… after all, he IS your apprentice.
Joey: Bro, if it was your girl getting tattooed on, well, let’s just call it a “sensitive area,” would you want some other dude standing over you, gawking?
Oscar ponders the thought for a moment, then nods his head.
Oscar: Good point. Besides, I’m sure if he needs us, he’ll yell.
Oscar and Joey go about their usual business. After a few minutes, their attention is diverted by the sound of light giggling coming from Damon’s workstation.
Aurora: (giggling) Sorry… little ticklish there.
Joey and Oscar try to contain their own laughter as the scene fades out.
Scene shifts to the interior of Damon’s workstation, where Aurora is standing in front of a full-length mirror, the waistband of her pants rolled down as she inspects her brand new tattoo; three diamonds in red gradient, outlined in solid black, with “Harley” written in flowing script underneath. The black-gloved hands of Damon Graves cover the fresh ink with clear plastic wrap, which he secures in place with medical tape. Aurora rolls up her waistband, then gives Damon a kiss on the cheek as she sits back down on the table, leaning back with her weight resting on her hands.
Damon: The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind for me, to say the least. To think that just a month ago, I was wrapping up my apprenticeship here, to start my career in New Generation Wrestling. Three weeks and two matches later, and I’m faced with the task of stepping into the ring with one half of the NGW Tag Team Champions, Levi Daugherty.
He leans back, resting his weight against the wall behind him, his eyes focusing like a pair of green lasers as a sneer forms on his face.
Damon: Heya, Levi, remember me? Probably not, since in your eyes, I’m just some jealous little thug. In case you don’t know who I am, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Damon Graves, the Angel of Chaos. My fists, however, are already plenty familiar with the side of your head. I’m not going to deny that you gave a few receipts during our little confrontation. Brings back memories, to be honest; some good, some not so much. Having six or seven gangbangers trying to kick your head in… never a good situation. But a fair fight is always a lot more fun. Sounds funny coming out of my mouth, right? If you think about it for a minute, it’ll make a little more sense.
“Insecure…”
“Envious…”
“Can’t handle others being higher on the food chain…”
Do any of these words sound familiar, Levi? They should, because these are the same words you used to describe my crew when we came out to… for lack of a better term… “say hello.” Say hello… knock your brain around for a few seconds… however you want to put it. But let’s take a look at that last thing that you said, shall we? You see, for every so-called alpha male in the upper echelons of the pecking order, there will always be countless people looking to knock him off of his lofty perch.
You were never alone in this thing, Daugherty. The Angelz of Destruction knew full well that not only did you have your tag team partner to watch your back, but we also knew that NGW’s poster boy would probably come running to his fellow titleholder’s aid, especially once we let everybody with a championship know that they were in our crosshairs. So it was never about singling any one person out.
Why would we come after the “champions” of NGW? Devlin Scott may be a lying, manipulative, sack of dog shit in a tailored suit, but he is shrewd. He wants titleholders that he can hold under his thumb; generic, interchangeable drones dancing at the end of his strings. You like to give off this aura of intelligence, so if you DO realize this, then you’re a willing puppet. If you want to fool yourself and believe that you’re not under Scott’s control, well, maybe it would be a blessing to knock some of that ignorance outta that melon on top of your neck.
Like I told KEG, I do my homework. You’re a third-generation wrestler out of Australia…. Why do the words “third generation” make the marks lose their minds? “Oh my god, his daddy was a wrestler, and his daddy’s daddy was a wrestler, so he must be the greatest thing since sliced bread!”
Damon rolls his eyes and pantomimes sticking his finger down his throat to induce vomiting as Aurora snickers in the background.
Damon: That has got to be the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard! If you are the sum total of your family’s legacy, then you’re just the latest in a long line of mediocrity. What, couldn’t all of your family’s money have bought you a personality? I’ve listened to you talk, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything more boring, you pretentious aboriginal asshat! When words come flying outta that fetid bunghole you call a mouth, I almost want to beat my head against a brick wall to drown out that monotonous stream of verbal diarrhea. But what good would that do me? I’d be unconscious, and you’d still be droning on... and on… and on…
So, I’d just as soon flip the script, and beat YOUR head in. That way, not only would I be saving myself from a fucking migraine, I’d be doing the fans of NGW a favor. They wouldn’t have to suffer the torture of sitting through another one of your long winded snoozefests.
Damon pauses for a moment to remove the black latex gloves he used while working on Aurora, depositing them in a nearby wastebasket.
Damon: Harley?
Aurora: Yeah, Puddin’?
Damon: Would you say that I’m “insecure”?
Aurora: Honey, you have NOTHING to be insecure about….
Damon: Damn straight on that one. If anyone should be insecure, it should be you, Daugherty. The moment you felt the gaze of the Angelz of Destruction lock onto your sorry ass, you were oh so quick to drop the Marquee Championship to your best friend, Avery Miles….
Aurora: Way to throw your partner under the bus…
Damon: …and take Devlin Scott up on his “promoting” you into the Five Lakes Championship division. And who does your buddy make his first title defense against? Little Mikki Kuntpickle, one of the guys I eliminated from the battle royal when I made my debut. Tell me, is he just keeping that belt warm until Candy comes after it at City of Sin, or is he just going to continue to face insignificant little shitstains just so he doesn’t have to put the Marquee title up against one of the Angelz? Doesn’t matter, because at that very same pay-per-view, Aurora and I have already been signed to take on you and Avery for the NGW Tag Team Championship….
Aurora: Nowhere to run to….
Damon: …and nowhere to hide. But before City of Sin, we have the teensy, tiny little matter of Vendetta in San Diego, “Leviathan”. Just a normal match, right? No titles on the line…. Just two guys, looking to win a match. Yeah, and if you believe that, then you’re an even bigger idiot than you look.
Vendetta’s just a warmup, pal. The fact that you no longer hold the Marquee Championship doesn’t change a thing. You want to think you’re at the top of the food chain? Be my motherfucking guest! Mankind likes to think of itself as being at the top of the food chain, but take man out of their safe little bubble and place them in the hunting ground of a true predator… their ass is done for. You see, you grew complacent as a dual champion; complacent and arrogant. You thought you were untouchable….
Damon goes silent for a moment.
Aurora: And then the Angelz of Destruction came to NGW….
Damon: And we proved that anyone and everyone who thought of themselves as being so much better than those around them can be made into an example. I told you that the dreams of Aurora Knight and Damon Graves would be your worst nightmare, and San Diego is where it begins. This match is my true singles debut, Levi, and I sure as hell am NOT going to squander this opportunity. Devlin Scott may have booked this match thinking that he was putting you up against the “weak link” in the Angelz of Destruction, but that decision is going to bite him in the ass like a rabid Rottweiler!
You think that you went through the worst I can dish out on Twitter… this “keyboard warrior” has only given you a small taste of what’s in store. Once we’re both in the ring, words no longer have any power. Instead of telling you what I’m going to do…
Damon brings his fists together in front of him, letting the camera focus on the words “STAY DOWN” tattooed on his knuckles.
Damon: I’ll just get right in your face and show you. And I’ll keep showing you until you get it through that thick Aussie skull of yours, and …
Just…
Stay….
Down.
Scene fades to black.
June 7, 2016
Scene opens with a wide shot of Damon Graves’ former place of employment. The “Open” light is pulsing in the window, but with the sunlight shining from overhead, it’s barely noticeable. A black Dodge Charger pulls up in front of the shop; the roar of its engine nearly drowning out the sound of the passing cars.
The engine shuts off and the doors open, as Damon Graves and Aurora Knight step out from the driver’s and passenger doors, respectively. Damon is dressed in his usual blue jeans and a Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt, while Aurora is decked out in curve-hugging black leggings and a Ramones t-shirt she had snagged from his drawer. The shirt is obviously too big for her, so she has it knotted in a way that shows off her midriff. As she steps onto the sidewalk, a car drives by, honking as a man leans out of the window, clearly admiring Aurora’s figure.
Man in Car: Looking good, baby!
Damon shakes his head while Aurora rolls her eyes. He grabs hold of his girlfriend’s hand as they head toward the door. Before they go in, Damon steps back, smiling at the sight before him.
Damon: I can’t argue with that guy… you ARE gorgeous!
Aurora smirks as she shakes her head.
Aurora: You have to say that, Puddin’.
Damon: Because it’s the truth. Anyway, I have a feeling Joey’s gonna be drooling when he sees you.
Aurora: Well, in that case, I hope there’s a mop handy…
The scene shifts to an interior shot of the shop, where Damon’s former tattoo mentor, Joey, is sitting at a lightboard, working on a stencil. A bell ringing in the distance diverts his attention. He picks his head up, craning his neck toward the entrance to the shop.
Joey: That’s weird; I don’t remember scheduling any appointments today…
He makes his way to the front of the shop, where Damon and his tag team partner are waiting just inside the front entrance.
Joey: D! Glad to see you back, dude.
Joey casts his eyes to the beautiful blonde standing at his side, smiling as he gives Damon a look that says “I’m impressed”.
Joey: And who did you bring with you?
Joey tries to be charming, but Damon laughs at the attempt.
Damon: Nice try, slick. Joey. This is my tag team partner, Aurora Knight…
Joey shoots Damon a look that says “tag team partner, my ass,” giving him a quick wink.
Joey: And even better looking in person…
This catches Damon off guard. He cocks his head to the side, a look of surprise on his face.
Damon: Didn’t think you watched wrestling, man.
Joey: Normally, I don’t. But since we heard you were going to be on kicking some ass, Oscar and I had it on the TV…
Joey indicates a flat-screen TV mounted in a corner near the ceiling. When we cut back to Damon’s face, we see that he’s astonished.
Damon: Shit, Joey. I appreciate the support….
Joey shrugs it off, shaking his head.
Joey: You know you’re still part of the Hard Luck family…
The two men lock up in a brotherly embrace. A bemused Aurora looks on, watching the bro-fest for a moment before clearing her throat.
Aurora: Excuse me, boys; do I need to give you two some alone time?
Damon and Joey let go of each other, chuckling as they both turn to Aurora, who is standing with her arms crossed. Damon rubs a hand on the back of his head, a mildly apologetic look on his face.
Damon: Sorry, Harley, manners aren’t always my forte. Aurora, this is Joey. He’s one of the owners of the shop and my mentor.
Aurora extends her hand as if for a handshake, but instead of shaking her hand, Joey kisses it. Aurora looks at Damon, an “is this guy for real?” expression on her face.
Joey: So, Aurora, are you looking to get some ink?
The Angel of Rebellion nods her head as she smiles.
Aurora: As a matter of fact, yes I am, but I already asked Damon to do the honors…
Damon: No offense, but the tattoo she’s looking to get is in a rather… personal area, if you know what I mean.
Damon arches his eyebrow as he speaks those last few words. Understanding, Joey responds with a knowing nod of his head.
Joey: No offense taken. Damon needs to get some more practice under his belt, anyway.
Aurora: Oh, he has nothing to worry about “under his belt”…
Damon was about to say something, but he stops with his mouth hanging open before a single sound can leave his lips. Joey, on the other hand, nearly falls over laughing at her not-so-subtle innuendo.
Joey: God damn! Your girlfriend sure isn’t shy….
Damon: I introduced her to you as my tag team partner…
Joey: I know that; I just figured that if she’s going to be making comments like that, D, That means that there is definitely more to this relationship of yours than just business.
Damon: Well, it started out that way, but….
Aurora: Things kinda escalated rather quickly.
Again, Damon opens his mouth as if to comment on what she said, but he could only manage a brief pause before he shakes his head.
Damon: …never mind. I’m just gonna leave that one alone.
Once Joey and Damon regain their composure, they all walk down the hallway toward an empty workstation near the back of the shop. Damon begins his initial prep work as Joey leans in the open doorway.
Joey: So, what sort of tattoo are you looking to get?
As Damon continues setting up, Aurora pulls a slip of paper out of her purse. She smiles as she shows it to Joey. The image is of Harley Quinn’s triple diamond symbol.
Aurora: As you can see, I’m a big Harley Quinn fan. So, I figured why not add to the ink I have with a Harley tattoo?
Joey: Makes sense to me. If you don’t mind me asking, where are you looking to get it?
Damon nervously clears his throat, his face turning a little red as Aurora points to an area just about an inch below the waistline of her pants. Joey in turn gets a wide smile on his face as he slowly nods his head.
Joey: And now I know why you asked D to do the honors. Good thing these workstations are semi-private. Not to worry, though. You’re in good hands; this kid does great work. But I’m sure you already knew that.
Damon: She’s seen my portfolio, Joey.
They both turn to Aurora with expectant grins on their faces. She shifts her gaze between the two gentlemen, knowing why they’re looking at her that way. She just laughs it off.
Aurora: Forget it, boys… that one would just be TOO easy.
Everyone laughs as Joey claps a hand on Damon’s shoulder.
Joey: Well then, I’ll let you guys get to it. Have fun; I gotta get back to working on that stencil.
Damon nods silently as he continues setting up. Through the back door, a broad-shouldered, bald-headed man walks into the shop, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he sees Damon.
Man: D? Is that you?
Damon stands up to greet the man with another bro-hug as Aurora looks on.
Damon: Good to see you again, Oscar.
Oscar looks over at Aurora, who is sitting on a large, padded table similar to the ones used in massage parlors. Oscar smiles at her, then gives Damon the thumbs up.
Oscar: No introduction necessary… you must be Aurora.
Aurora: Indeed, I am.
Oscar: D, you lucky motherfucker! So, you back for good, or just visiting?
Damon: Nah, just stopping by. We’re in between shows at the moment, so we figured we’d come over and say hi. Well, that and my girl here wanted some new ink.
Oscar again smiles at Aurora, then leaves to join Joey at the front of the shop as Damon shuts the door to his workstation. Back at the front of the shop, Oscar sits behind the counter, sorting through some paperwork from the day before. As Joey finishes with the stencil he had been working on, he approaches the counter.
Joey: You know, looking at what D brought home, almost makes me wanna get into wrestling.
Oscar: Surprised you’re not supervising… after all, he IS your apprentice.
Joey: Bro, if it was your girl getting tattooed on, well, let’s just call it a “sensitive area,” would you want some other dude standing over you, gawking?
Oscar ponders the thought for a moment, then nods his head.
Oscar: Good point. Besides, I’m sure if he needs us, he’ll yell.
Oscar and Joey go about their usual business. After a few minutes, their attention is diverted by the sound of light giggling coming from Damon’s workstation.
Aurora: (giggling) Sorry… little ticklish there.
Joey and Oscar try to contain their own laughter as the scene fades out.
Scene shifts to the interior of Damon’s workstation, where Aurora is standing in front of a full-length mirror, the waistband of her pants rolled down as she inspects her brand new tattoo; three diamonds in red gradient, outlined in solid black, with “Harley” written in flowing script underneath. The black-gloved hands of Damon Graves cover the fresh ink with clear plastic wrap, which he secures in place with medical tape. Aurora rolls up her waistband, then gives Damon a kiss on the cheek as she sits back down on the table, leaning back with her weight resting on her hands.
Damon: The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind for me, to say the least. To think that just a month ago, I was wrapping up my apprenticeship here, to start my career in New Generation Wrestling. Three weeks and two matches later, and I’m faced with the task of stepping into the ring with one half of the NGW Tag Team Champions, Levi Daugherty.
He leans back, resting his weight against the wall behind him, his eyes focusing like a pair of green lasers as a sneer forms on his face.
Damon: Heya, Levi, remember me? Probably not, since in your eyes, I’m just some jealous little thug. In case you don’t know who I am, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Damon Graves, the Angel of Chaos. My fists, however, are already plenty familiar with the side of your head. I’m not going to deny that you gave a few receipts during our little confrontation. Brings back memories, to be honest; some good, some not so much. Having six or seven gangbangers trying to kick your head in… never a good situation. But a fair fight is always a lot more fun. Sounds funny coming out of my mouth, right? If you think about it for a minute, it’ll make a little more sense.
“Insecure…”
“Envious…”
“Can’t handle others being higher on the food chain…”
Do any of these words sound familiar, Levi? They should, because these are the same words you used to describe my crew when we came out to… for lack of a better term… “say hello.” Say hello… knock your brain around for a few seconds… however you want to put it. But let’s take a look at that last thing that you said, shall we? You see, for every so-called alpha male in the upper echelons of the pecking order, there will always be countless people looking to knock him off of his lofty perch.
You were never alone in this thing, Daugherty. The Angelz of Destruction knew full well that not only did you have your tag team partner to watch your back, but we also knew that NGW’s poster boy would probably come running to his fellow titleholder’s aid, especially once we let everybody with a championship know that they were in our crosshairs. So it was never about singling any one person out.
Why would we come after the “champions” of NGW? Devlin Scott may be a lying, manipulative, sack of dog shit in a tailored suit, but he is shrewd. He wants titleholders that he can hold under his thumb; generic, interchangeable drones dancing at the end of his strings. You like to give off this aura of intelligence, so if you DO realize this, then you’re a willing puppet. If you want to fool yourself and believe that you’re not under Scott’s control, well, maybe it would be a blessing to knock some of that ignorance outta that melon on top of your neck.
Like I told KEG, I do my homework. You’re a third-generation wrestler out of Australia…. Why do the words “third generation” make the marks lose their minds? “Oh my god, his daddy was a wrestler, and his daddy’s daddy was a wrestler, so he must be the greatest thing since sliced bread!”
Damon rolls his eyes and pantomimes sticking his finger down his throat to induce vomiting as Aurora snickers in the background.
Damon: That has got to be the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard! If you are the sum total of your family’s legacy, then you’re just the latest in a long line of mediocrity. What, couldn’t all of your family’s money have bought you a personality? I’ve listened to you talk, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything more boring, you pretentious aboriginal asshat! When words come flying outta that fetid bunghole you call a mouth, I almost want to beat my head against a brick wall to drown out that monotonous stream of verbal diarrhea. But what good would that do me? I’d be unconscious, and you’d still be droning on... and on… and on…
So, I’d just as soon flip the script, and beat YOUR head in. That way, not only would I be saving myself from a fucking migraine, I’d be doing the fans of NGW a favor. They wouldn’t have to suffer the torture of sitting through another one of your long winded snoozefests.
Damon pauses for a moment to remove the black latex gloves he used while working on Aurora, depositing them in a nearby wastebasket.
Damon: Harley?
Aurora: Yeah, Puddin’?
Damon: Would you say that I’m “insecure”?
Aurora: Honey, you have NOTHING to be insecure about….
Damon: Damn straight on that one. If anyone should be insecure, it should be you, Daugherty. The moment you felt the gaze of the Angelz of Destruction lock onto your sorry ass, you were oh so quick to drop the Marquee Championship to your best friend, Avery Miles….
Aurora: Way to throw your partner under the bus…
Damon: …and take Devlin Scott up on his “promoting” you into the Five Lakes Championship division. And who does your buddy make his first title defense against? Little Mikki Kuntpickle, one of the guys I eliminated from the battle royal when I made my debut. Tell me, is he just keeping that belt warm until Candy comes after it at City of Sin, or is he just going to continue to face insignificant little shitstains just so he doesn’t have to put the Marquee title up against one of the Angelz? Doesn’t matter, because at that very same pay-per-view, Aurora and I have already been signed to take on you and Avery for the NGW Tag Team Championship….
Aurora: Nowhere to run to….
Damon: …and nowhere to hide. But before City of Sin, we have the teensy, tiny little matter of Vendetta in San Diego, “Leviathan”. Just a normal match, right? No titles on the line…. Just two guys, looking to win a match. Yeah, and if you believe that, then you’re an even bigger idiot than you look.
Vendetta’s just a warmup, pal. The fact that you no longer hold the Marquee Championship doesn’t change a thing. You want to think you’re at the top of the food chain? Be my motherfucking guest! Mankind likes to think of itself as being at the top of the food chain, but take man out of their safe little bubble and place them in the hunting ground of a true predator… their ass is done for. You see, you grew complacent as a dual champion; complacent and arrogant. You thought you were untouchable….
Damon goes silent for a moment.
Aurora: And then the Angelz of Destruction came to NGW….
Damon: And we proved that anyone and everyone who thought of themselves as being so much better than those around them can be made into an example. I told you that the dreams of Aurora Knight and Damon Graves would be your worst nightmare, and San Diego is where it begins. This match is my true singles debut, Levi, and I sure as hell am NOT going to squander this opportunity. Devlin Scott may have booked this match thinking that he was putting you up against the “weak link” in the Angelz of Destruction, but that decision is going to bite him in the ass like a rabid Rottweiler!
You think that you went through the worst I can dish out on Twitter… this “keyboard warrior” has only given you a small taste of what’s in store. Once we’re both in the ring, words no longer have any power. Instead of telling you what I’m going to do…
Damon brings his fists together in front of him, letting the camera focus on the words “STAY DOWN” tattooed on his knuckles.
Damon: I’ll just get right in your face and show you. And I’ll keep showing you until you get it through that thick Aussie skull of yours, and …
Just…
Stay….
Down.
Scene fades to black.