Post by Damon Graves on Aug 12, 2016 21:28:59 GMT -5
Pat O’Brien’s Courtyard Restaurant
Scene opens at a table in the courtyard of the restaurant, situated beside a large water fountain, where NGW Tag Team Champions Damon Graves and Aurora Knight are seated, enjoying their lunch. Or at least Aurora is. For her part, she isn’t about to let the ominous looking clouds in the sky stop her and her tag team partner from taking in the scenery. Aurora is digging into some Cajun Shepherds Pie, while Damon is picking at some Crab-boiled Beef Brisket. As Aurora looks up from her meal at her fiancé, she notices that he’s distracted by something. Taking a sip of her margarita, she tilts her head to the side and looks at him with a wrinkled brow.
Aurora: Alright, Damon… what’s wrong?
Damon lifts his fork to his mouth, taking a bite of his brisket. He chews it up before glancing up at Aurora, shaking his head in a vain attempt to quell her concern.
Damon: Nothing’s wrong, Harley…
His future bride isn’t buying his act for one second. She puts her fork down, setting her hands on the table as she glares at him.
Aurora: Bullshit! You’ve got something on your mind; it’s written all over your face. It’s almost as if you’ve been trying to distract yourself from something. So spill it….
Damon knows he’s busted. He looks across the table into the bright blue eyes of his fiancée.
Damon: It’s the match on Saturday…
Aurora’s shoulders drop as she lets out a sigh of relief, a lighthearted smile on her face as she takes another bite of her food.
Aurora: THAT’S been bugging you? (exhales) Whew…. For a second, I thought that you were having second thoughts about the wedding. Which would really suck, because we’ve already booked the venue….
Damon reaches across the table and laces fingers with her. He looks into her eyes and gives her the most reassuring smile he can muster, considering his obvious distraction.
Damon: Harley, if there’s one thing in my life I would never regret, that’s asking you to marry me. Hell, to be honest, knowing what I know now, I should kick myself for not asking you the moment I first saw you.
Aurora: Yeah, and then everyone would KNOW you were out of your mind. So, what’s the big issue with this match against Kenzie? The way you’ve been in the gym, I can tell you’re more than ready for this match. What could possibly put any doubt in your head that you’ve got this, Puddin?
The tattooed superstar chuckles lightly at Aurora’s words of encouragement. He pulls their still-entwined hands toward his lips, kissing the back of her hand before letting go.
Damon: Just have a bunch of different thoughts going on in my head about it… I mean, I finally get to have a PROPER singles debut, so I’m stoked as hell, but you throw in everybody and their fucking brothers either shitting on how we won the Tag Team belts or basically trying to make me the Marty Janetty of the team… it’s all I can do sometimes not to go off on someone.
Aurora frowns. Now, it’s the Angel of Rebellion reaching across the table to rest her hand on top of his.
Aurora: Puddin, you need to save that sort of energy for the ring. Why are you letting any of this get to you, anyway?
Damon: Contrary to what people may think, I AM human. Even the strongest man can get weary of putting up with a constant stream of bullshit.
He looks across at Aurora, attempting to smile, if for nothing else than to see the frown melt from her face.
Aurora: Damon, you’ve got this. I’ve got faith in you, and so do the rest of the Angelz. Everyone else? Well, they can go fuck themselves!
That does it… Aurora has finally managed to get Damon to laugh… not a half-hearted chuckle, but a full-on laugh!
Damon: Leave it to you, Harley…. You always manage to pull me out of a funk, no matter how deep in the mire I am.
Aurora: Let the haters think what they want. It’ll just make it that much more fun to rub it in their faces when you prove them all wrong on Saturday.
Damon smiles again, but Aurora’s eyes grow cold as she takes another bite of her lunch. It’s as if her mood has suddenly shifted.
Damon: Harley?
Aurora: You know, I’m disappointed in Kenzie. I expected more out of her than taking petty little jabs at me on account of you. Is it a crime for me to go on Twitter and post pics of the man I love? I don’t see her bitching about all of the other girls that do the same thing every fucking Monday….
Damon’s eyes widen at the sound of the growl in Aurora’s voice. He leans back, a look of bemused surprise on his face.
Damon: Harley, you just let me deal with her, alright? You’ve got your own match to worry about.
Aurora: Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be pissed off about it.
Damon: Didn’t you just finish saying that the rest of the world can go fuck themselves?
Aurora flashes Damon a look reminiscent off someone that has just tasted something indescribably sour, her lips puckering so tightly that they almost get sucked into her mouth.
Aurora: Oh sure… use my own words against me. You WOULD do that….
Damon: Hey, you don’t want anyone dragging me down; I don’t want anyone doing the same thing to you. Even if it is because of me.
Aurora: Fuck that, Damon! If anything, that little tantrum of hers says a lot more about HER than it does me or you.
A sly smirk forms on Aurora’s face as she once again picks up her fork. She digs in, pulling up a decent amount of meat as well as a chunk of carrot. She glances across the table at her fiancé, smiling as she points the fork at him.
Aurora: For someone that’s accusing me of trying to make all the other girls jealous, she sure is acting the part.
Damon: Ouch! Now THAT’S the kind of talk I expect out of you, Harley.
In the distance, the faint sound of thunder rolls across the sky. Damon looks down at the ground next to their table and spots the telltale sign that inclement weather is on the way. One drop of rain heralds the fall of another, and then another, and they soon begin to dot the ground.
Damon: Uh… think maybe we should grab a couple of to-go boxes?
Aurora snickers as they watch the other restaurant patrons scurry for cover. What few tables that had their own umbrellas are now crowded as the few scattered drops of rain turn into a light, but steady rain.
Aurora: Yeah… that might not be such a bad idea.
Damon flags down a waitress as they make a futile attempt to shield themselves from the rain.
End scene….
Scene shifts to a shot at the lobby of the Maison Dupuy Hotel, where the NGW camera crew is focused on a pair of red armchairs on either side of an ornate wooden table, with Damon Graves sitting in one chair, and NGW interviewer Hannah Lacey sitting on the other side. Aurora is standing in the chair behind her fiancé, her left hand draped over his shoulder. Outside, what had been a light rain has turned into a full downpour, with intermittent flashes of lightning. As Hannah clears her throat, Aurora seems content to watch Mother Nature’s light show through the window.
Hannah: Damon, I’d like to thank you for agreeing to meet with me here on such short notice. I wasn’t expecting it to start pouring down rain like this…
Damon: Hmph… with all the hurricanes that have hit this region, I kinda had a feeling there might be a little rain. No big deal to me, plus Aurora loves a good thunderstorm.
Aurora glances in Hannah’s direction for a second, smiling before she returns her gaze to the window.
Hannah: That reminds me… congratulations on the engagement! Any chance of getting an invite?
Damon scoffs silently as he looks up at Aurora, who rolls her eyes at him and smirks.
Hannah: Hey, no need to be rude. I was just…
Aurora: No offense, Hannah, but we’ve barely even scratched the surface of planning the wedding. We haven’t even decided who’s going to be in the wedding party… or to be frank, if we’re even going to have a wedding party at all.
Damon: It could very well be just a small handful of people; we just don’t know yet.
Hannah: Fair enough. So, how do you guys manage planning a wedding around your busy schedule, especially since you both have matches at Vendetta this Saturday?
Aurora: We have someone taking care of the details. She knows what sort of vibe we’re going for.
Damon: Hannah, with all due respect, did you bring the NGW camera crew here just to talk about our wedding plans? Because if that’s the case, then I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time.
Hannah: Of course not! But there’s nothing wrong with a little small talk, is there?
Damon: Hmph….
Hannah: (clearing her throat) Anyway, Damon, you’re facing someone who was once a fellow Angel, in what has to be the toughest match of your career. Now, as far as you and your tag team partner go, is there any bad blood between you two and Kenzie as a result of her departure from the Angelz of Destruction?
Damon: Not because of that, no. What pisses me off about Kenzie is the lack of professionalism she’s shown since her little “fall from grace.” And I get that; nobody’s perfect and we all have our faults. The problem is that Kenzie’s started to let those faults consume her. It’s like something in her is… switched off. Whether or not that will be a good thing for her in the long run remains to be seen. But for right now, at the rate she’s going, she’s gonna crash and burn.
Two weeks ago, she was in a match with two people that the old Kenzie could have taken care of without breaking a sweat. But THIS Kenzie… she couldn’t pull it off. Sure, she can spout off the “I’m not the one that tapped out” excuse, but she still didn’t win the match. But it is what it is, Hannah. I just hope she gets her shit together by the time Vendetta rolls around.
Aurora: I’m gonna take this up in the suite. I’ll see you later….
Aurora gives Damon a quick kiss on the cheek as she heads toward the elevator. Just before stepping through the elevator doors, she turns back to Damon and winks at him. Once she’s gone, Hannah leans in slightly toward Damon.
Hannah: Now that Aurora’s gone, I have to ask. Do you really think there’s any truth to her idea that Kenzie really IS jealous of the fact that Aurora plasters her Twitter timeline with pictures of you?
Damon: Personally, I don’t give a rat’s ASS if she’s jealous. For someone that supposedly doesn’t care, she sure as fuck has been the most vocal about it. She’s trying to play me off as just another one of Aurora’s accessories, but at Vendetta, she’s going to find out just how wrong she really is. You know what, Hannah? I’m actually looking forward to this match against Kenzie. Been waiting for a match like this for a while now, and if Devlin Scott hadn't booked it, I might have eventually had to “persuade” him.
Hannah: I hardly think aggression would have gone over well with Devlin….
Damon: Perhaps not, and had this sort of thing happened outside of the wrestling industry, I would have brushed her attitude off and let her be. But no… she wants to take her little potshots at me, she’d better be ready to have a few fired right back at her.
Hannah: Such as?
Damon scoffs as he aims a cold stare at her. The corner of his mouth turns up into a dark smirk as he leans against the backrest of the chair.
Damon: This all goes back to when Kenzie first won the Five Lakes Championship. It was her up against a handful of other wrestlers competing for a vacant championship. Never mind the fact that one of the participants in that match was already the number one contender. That’s the problem with those types of matches. Sometimes, the most unlikely of people ends up winning. And yeah, Kenzie is the second-longest reigning Five Lakes Champion, but then again, when you look at some of the people she’s had to face during her reign, it’s easy to see how she earned that distinction. Guys like Axle Aomori and John Blade? JOHN FUCKING BLADE! And that was a main event, even! 70 days as the Five Lakes Champion, and she only defended the title TWICE.
He sneers, shaking his head in disdain.
Damon: And she has the unmitigated audacity to call herself one of the most accomplished wrestlers in NGW. All she’s done is cultivate a reputation for mediocrity. I don’t know what HER definition of “accomplished” is, but that sure as hell doesn’t cut it in my book.
Hannah: Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh? Especially since you haven’t done much since winning the NGW Tag Team Championships?
Damon: What? You didn’t hear the announcement? I figured since you’re an NGW employee, you’d have heard the news that Aurora and I will be defending our titles at Victory and Honor. Maybe after we beat Taryn Willow and Keg, people will finally shut the fuck up about how easy we’ve had it as champions. As for Kenzie… I don’t know what her plans are for after this match, but if I have anything to say about it, a victory celebration won’t be a part of those plans. You know, I’m glad Aurora’s not here to hear this, because for whatever reason, she still sees some sort of redeeming qualities in Kenzie. Leave it to a pure heart like hers to want to see the good in everybody. Well, ALMOST everybody. Some people are beyond redemption, and even Aurora knows that.
Hannah clears her throat again as a member of the camera crew silently signals for her to wrap it up. Looking across the table, she manages a polite smile.
Hannah: I’d wish you luck, but I know you’d probably say something rude…..
Damon: With the way I'm feeling right now, you'd be right. This match against Kenzie doesn’t exactly have me in the cheeriest of moods.
Hannah: Be that as it may, I’m afraid that’s all the time I have.
As the camera crew begins to pack up, Damon waves for them to stop.
Damon: Hey guys… you want to make a few extra bucks? Cash on the spot? It won’t take long… I promise.
He stands there with his arms crossed as the crew mutters amongst themselves. They all nod in agreement, then resume their positions. After a moment or two, they give him the signal, and resume filming. Damon stares hard into the camera, as if he was staring daggers directly at his opponent.
Damon: Well, Kenzie… now it all boils down to the “Battle of the Angels”: the FORMER Angel of Forgiveness vs the Angel of Chaos going head to head at Vendetta, and then, we’ll see just who it is that comes out on top once it’s all said and done.
Are you going to be in a forgiving mood at Vendetta, Kenzie? Because as of right now, I sure as hell won’t be! You haven't earned that from me yet. Maybe after I hear you scream will I even entertain the idea, but I doubt it. The only thing I do know is that this isn’t going to end well for you, Kenzie. Not in the slightest.
See you at Vendetta….
Damon raises his fists so that the letters tattooed on his knuckles line up as he sneers into the camera. The camera zooms in slowly as the scene fades to black.
Scene opens at a table in the courtyard of the restaurant, situated beside a large water fountain, where NGW Tag Team Champions Damon Graves and Aurora Knight are seated, enjoying their lunch. Or at least Aurora is. For her part, she isn’t about to let the ominous looking clouds in the sky stop her and her tag team partner from taking in the scenery. Aurora is digging into some Cajun Shepherds Pie, while Damon is picking at some Crab-boiled Beef Brisket. As Aurora looks up from her meal at her fiancé, she notices that he’s distracted by something. Taking a sip of her margarita, she tilts her head to the side and looks at him with a wrinkled brow.
Aurora: Alright, Damon… what’s wrong?
Damon lifts his fork to his mouth, taking a bite of his brisket. He chews it up before glancing up at Aurora, shaking his head in a vain attempt to quell her concern.
Damon: Nothing’s wrong, Harley…
His future bride isn’t buying his act for one second. She puts her fork down, setting her hands on the table as she glares at him.
Aurora: Bullshit! You’ve got something on your mind; it’s written all over your face. It’s almost as if you’ve been trying to distract yourself from something. So spill it….
Damon knows he’s busted. He looks across the table into the bright blue eyes of his fiancée.
Damon: It’s the match on Saturday…
Aurora’s shoulders drop as she lets out a sigh of relief, a lighthearted smile on her face as she takes another bite of her food.
Aurora: THAT’S been bugging you? (exhales) Whew…. For a second, I thought that you were having second thoughts about the wedding. Which would really suck, because we’ve already booked the venue….
Damon reaches across the table and laces fingers with her. He looks into her eyes and gives her the most reassuring smile he can muster, considering his obvious distraction.
Damon: Harley, if there’s one thing in my life I would never regret, that’s asking you to marry me. Hell, to be honest, knowing what I know now, I should kick myself for not asking you the moment I first saw you.
Aurora: Yeah, and then everyone would KNOW you were out of your mind. So, what’s the big issue with this match against Kenzie? The way you’ve been in the gym, I can tell you’re more than ready for this match. What could possibly put any doubt in your head that you’ve got this, Puddin?
The tattooed superstar chuckles lightly at Aurora’s words of encouragement. He pulls their still-entwined hands toward his lips, kissing the back of her hand before letting go.
Damon: Just have a bunch of different thoughts going on in my head about it… I mean, I finally get to have a PROPER singles debut, so I’m stoked as hell, but you throw in everybody and their fucking brothers either shitting on how we won the Tag Team belts or basically trying to make me the Marty Janetty of the team… it’s all I can do sometimes not to go off on someone.
Aurora frowns. Now, it’s the Angel of Rebellion reaching across the table to rest her hand on top of his.
Aurora: Puddin, you need to save that sort of energy for the ring. Why are you letting any of this get to you, anyway?
Damon: Contrary to what people may think, I AM human. Even the strongest man can get weary of putting up with a constant stream of bullshit.
He looks across at Aurora, attempting to smile, if for nothing else than to see the frown melt from her face.
Aurora: Damon, you’ve got this. I’ve got faith in you, and so do the rest of the Angelz. Everyone else? Well, they can go fuck themselves!
That does it… Aurora has finally managed to get Damon to laugh… not a half-hearted chuckle, but a full-on laugh!
Damon: Leave it to you, Harley…. You always manage to pull me out of a funk, no matter how deep in the mire I am.
Aurora: Let the haters think what they want. It’ll just make it that much more fun to rub it in their faces when you prove them all wrong on Saturday.
Damon smiles again, but Aurora’s eyes grow cold as she takes another bite of her lunch. It’s as if her mood has suddenly shifted.
Damon: Harley?
Aurora: You know, I’m disappointed in Kenzie. I expected more out of her than taking petty little jabs at me on account of you. Is it a crime for me to go on Twitter and post pics of the man I love? I don’t see her bitching about all of the other girls that do the same thing every fucking Monday….
Damon’s eyes widen at the sound of the growl in Aurora’s voice. He leans back, a look of bemused surprise on his face.
Damon: Harley, you just let me deal with her, alright? You’ve got your own match to worry about.
Aurora: Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be pissed off about it.
Damon: Didn’t you just finish saying that the rest of the world can go fuck themselves?
Aurora flashes Damon a look reminiscent off someone that has just tasted something indescribably sour, her lips puckering so tightly that they almost get sucked into her mouth.
Aurora: Oh sure… use my own words against me. You WOULD do that….
Damon: Hey, you don’t want anyone dragging me down; I don’t want anyone doing the same thing to you. Even if it is because of me.
Aurora: Fuck that, Damon! If anything, that little tantrum of hers says a lot more about HER than it does me or you.
A sly smirk forms on Aurora’s face as she once again picks up her fork. She digs in, pulling up a decent amount of meat as well as a chunk of carrot. She glances across the table at her fiancé, smiling as she points the fork at him.
Aurora: For someone that’s accusing me of trying to make all the other girls jealous, she sure is acting the part.
Damon: Ouch! Now THAT’S the kind of talk I expect out of you, Harley.
In the distance, the faint sound of thunder rolls across the sky. Damon looks down at the ground next to their table and spots the telltale sign that inclement weather is on the way. One drop of rain heralds the fall of another, and then another, and they soon begin to dot the ground.
Damon: Uh… think maybe we should grab a couple of to-go boxes?
Aurora snickers as they watch the other restaurant patrons scurry for cover. What few tables that had their own umbrellas are now crowded as the few scattered drops of rain turn into a light, but steady rain.
Aurora: Yeah… that might not be such a bad idea.
Damon flags down a waitress as they make a futile attempt to shield themselves from the rain.
End scene….
Scene shifts to a shot at the lobby of the Maison Dupuy Hotel, where the NGW camera crew is focused on a pair of red armchairs on either side of an ornate wooden table, with Damon Graves sitting in one chair, and NGW interviewer Hannah Lacey sitting on the other side. Aurora is standing in the chair behind her fiancé, her left hand draped over his shoulder. Outside, what had been a light rain has turned into a full downpour, with intermittent flashes of lightning. As Hannah clears her throat, Aurora seems content to watch Mother Nature’s light show through the window.
Hannah: Damon, I’d like to thank you for agreeing to meet with me here on such short notice. I wasn’t expecting it to start pouring down rain like this…
Damon: Hmph… with all the hurricanes that have hit this region, I kinda had a feeling there might be a little rain. No big deal to me, plus Aurora loves a good thunderstorm.
Aurora glances in Hannah’s direction for a second, smiling before she returns her gaze to the window.
Hannah: That reminds me… congratulations on the engagement! Any chance of getting an invite?
Damon scoffs silently as he looks up at Aurora, who rolls her eyes at him and smirks.
Hannah: Hey, no need to be rude. I was just…
Aurora: No offense, Hannah, but we’ve barely even scratched the surface of planning the wedding. We haven’t even decided who’s going to be in the wedding party… or to be frank, if we’re even going to have a wedding party at all.
Damon: It could very well be just a small handful of people; we just don’t know yet.
Hannah: Fair enough. So, how do you guys manage planning a wedding around your busy schedule, especially since you both have matches at Vendetta this Saturday?
Aurora: We have someone taking care of the details. She knows what sort of vibe we’re going for.
Damon: Hannah, with all due respect, did you bring the NGW camera crew here just to talk about our wedding plans? Because if that’s the case, then I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time.
Hannah: Of course not! But there’s nothing wrong with a little small talk, is there?
Damon: Hmph….
Hannah: (clearing her throat) Anyway, Damon, you’re facing someone who was once a fellow Angel, in what has to be the toughest match of your career. Now, as far as you and your tag team partner go, is there any bad blood between you two and Kenzie as a result of her departure from the Angelz of Destruction?
Damon: Not because of that, no. What pisses me off about Kenzie is the lack of professionalism she’s shown since her little “fall from grace.” And I get that; nobody’s perfect and we all have our faults. The problem is that Kenzie’s started to let those faults consume her. It’s like something in her is… switched off. Whether or not that will be a good thing for her in the long run remains to be seen. But for right now, at the rate she’s going, she’s gonna crash and burn.
Two weeks ago, she was in a match with two people that the old Kenzie could have taken care of without breaking a sweat. But THIS Kenzie… she couldn’t pull it off. Sure, she can spout off the “I’m not the one that tapped out” excuse, but she still didn’t win the match. But it is what it is, Hannah. I just hope she gets her shit together by the time Vendetta rolls around.
Aurora: I’m gonna take this up in the suite. I’ll see you later….
Aurora gives Damon a quick kiss on the cheek as she heads toward the elevator. Just before stepping through the elevator doors, she turns back to Damon and winks at him. Once she’s gone, Hannah leans in slightly toward Damon.
Hannah: Now that Aurora’s gone, I have to ask. Do you really think there’s any truth to her idea that Kenzie really IS jealous of the fact that Aurora plasters her Twitter timeline with pictures of you?
Damon: Personally, I don’t give a rat’s ASS if she’s jealous. For someone that supposedly doesn’t care, she sure as fuck has been the most vocal about it. She’s trying to play me off as just another one of Aurora’s accessories, but at Vendetta, she’s going to find out just how wrong she really is. You know what, Hannah? I’m actually looking forward to this match against Kenzie. Been waiting for a match like this for a while now, and if Devlin Scott hadn't booked it, I might have eventually had to “persuade” him.
Hannah: I hardly think aggression would have gone over well with Devlin….
Damon: Perhaps not, and had this sort of thing happened outside of the wrestling industry, I would have brushed her attitude off and let her be. But no… she wants to take her little potshots at me, she’d better be ready to have a few fired right back at her.
Hannah: Such as?
Damon scoffs as he aims a cold stare at her. The corner of his mouth turns up into a dark smirk as he leans against the backrest of the chair.
Damon: This all goes back to when Kenzie first won the Five Lakes Championship. It was her up against a handful of other wrestlers competing for a vacant championship. Never mind the fact that one of the participants in that match was already the number one contender. That’s the problem with those types of matches. Sometimes, the most unlikely of people ends up winning. And yeah, Kenzie is the second-longest reigning Five Lakes Champion, but then again, when you look at some of the people she’s had to face during her reign, it’s easy to see how she earned that distinction. Guys like Axle Aomori and John Blade? JOHN FUCKING BLADE! And that was a main event, even! 70 days as the Five Lakes Champion, and she only defended the title TWICE.
He sneers, shaking his head in disdain.
Damon: And she has the unmitigated audacity to call herself one of the most accomplished wrestlers in NGW. All she’s done is cultivate a reputation for mediocrity. I don’t know what HER definition of “accomplished” is, but that sure as hell doesn’t cut it in my book.
Hannah: Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh? Especially since you haven’t done much since winning the NGW Tag Team Championships?
Damon: What? You didn’t hear the announcement? I figured since you’re an NGW employee, you’d have heard the news that Aurora and I will be defending our titles at Victory and Honor. Maybe after we beat Taryn Willow and Keg, people will finally shut the fuck up about how easy we’ve had it as champions. As for Kenzie… I don’t know what her plans are for after this match, but if I have anything to say about it, a victory celebration won’t be a part of those plans. You know, I’m glad Aurora’s not here to hear this, because for whatever reason, she still sees some sort of redeeming qualities in Kenzie. Leave it to a pure heart like hers to want to see the good in everybody. Well, ALMOST everybody. Some people are beyond redemption, and even Aurora knows that.
Hannah clears her throat again as a member of the camera crew silently signals for her to wrap it up. Looking across the table, she manages a polite smile.
Hannah: I’d wish you luck, but I know you’d probably say something rude…..
Damon: With the way I'm feeling right now, you'd be right. This match against Kenzie doesn’t exactly have me in the cheeriest of moods.
Hannah: Be that as it may, I’m afraid that’s all the time I have.
As the camera crew begins to pack up, Damon waves for them to stop.
Damon: Hey guys… you want to make a few extra bucks? Cash on the spot? It won’t take long… I promise.
He stands there with his arms crossed as the crew mutters amongst themselves. They all nod in agreement, then resume their positions. After a moment or two, they give him the signal, and resume filming. Damon stares hard into the camera, as if he was staring daggers directly at his opponent.
Damon: Well, Kenzie… now it all boils down to the “Battle of the Angels”: the FORMER Angel of Forgiveness vs the Angel of Chaos going head to head at Vendetta, and then, we’ll see just who it is that comes out on top once it’s all said and done.
Are you going to be in a forgiving mood at Vendetta, Kenzie? Because as of right now, I sure as hell won’t be! You haven't earned that from me yet. Maybe after I hear you scream will I even entertain the idea, but I doubt it. The only thing I do know is that this isn’t going to end well for you, Kenzie. Not in the slightest.
See you at Vendetta….
Damon raises his fists so that the letters tattooed on his knuckles line up as he sneers into the camera. The camera zooms in slowly as the scene fades to black.