Post by Aurora Graves on Aug 27, 2024 17:52:51 GMT -5
Aurora and Damon’s Hotel
St. Augustine, FL
Tuesday, August 27, 2024
Our scene opens at poolside, as Aurora Graves, the newly-crowned FWP Prestige Champion, sits stretched out on one of the poolside cabanas, clad in a metallic red bikini. Resting on the cushion beside her, glistening in the sun, is the Prestige Championship belt. She leans forward, swinging her legs toward the glass-topped coffee table standing in the middle of the cabana, where a black laptop bearing a red and black logo that reads “Fallen Angels” sits prominently on the back of the monitor. Aurora has a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face and chuckles, her eyes obscured behind a pair of black Prada sunglasses.
Aurora: There’s an old saying that goes like this: "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and to remove all doubt." It’s been wrongly attributed to such people as Mark Twain and Abraham Lincoln. Regardless as to who was the first to utter that little nugget of wisdom, its words definitely hold true.
She adjusts her sunglasses before reaching down to grab a water bottle sitting beside a bag next to her feet. She raises it to her lips and takes a quick swig before setting it back down.
Aurora: When this match was first announced, my husband and I were hailed as one of the best tag teams in the business… and that wasn’t because they were just plucking words out of thin air. Hell, if not for the fact that my husband and I wanted to go back to the way we intended to start our careers all those years ago, establishing ourselves as singles wrestlers, I’d be one of the first people marching into Maverick Huntley III’s office and making my case for a tag team division in FWP. But as appealing as the thought of another tag team strap in our trophy case sounds, I’ve got more important things to focus on.
She leans back, patting the championship belt beside her.
Aurora: That is one BEAUTIFUL piece of hardware right there, isn’t it? This right here, is my reward for years of hard work and dedication to this business, and a testament to the hard work put in by some of the best trainers and sparring partners I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. Everything I’ve ever accomplished has brought me to this moment in my career.
She turns to the championship and smiles, running a finger along the top edge of the center medallion before turning back to the camera. The look of accomplishment and pride soon fades to one of mild disgust.
Aurora: But if you think that I’m the type of girl to forget about what brought me to the dance, and what led me to be able to call myself a champion in the first place, then you’ve got to be among the biggest fucking morons to ever waste oxygen.
She raises her sunglasses to rest on top of her head, then cocks her head to one side as she stares off into the distance, holding one hand up beside her, palm facing the sky.
Aurora: On one side, you’ve got a guy that can’t keep my husband’s name out of his mouth…
She smirks as her eyes roll.
Aurora: I’d tell you what a mistake that is, but I think I’ll let him handle this, because he’s had about enough of your bullshit, as have I and everyone we work with. Suffice to say, you’re gonna find out the hard way what happens when people underestimate either one of us. You already know what happens when I get motivated to kick someone’s ass...
She scoffs, then raises her other hand in the same manner as before.
Aurora: And then there’s his so-called tag team partner – and I use the term loosely, though not anywhere nearly as loosely as the women under her… *ahem* employ.
She chuckles softly, shaking her head.
Aurora: Honey, there ain’t a damn soul out there even uttering your name as little more than an afterthought. You want to call yourself and your wife the power couple of FWP? Don’t make me laugh. Maybe the power couple of cheap victories and shady business deals, but when it comes to actual WRESTLING...
Aurora laughs loud enough to catch the attention of another guest of the hotel as they pass by her cabana. She waves at them, and they wave back at her before moving on.
Aurora: You two aren’t being thrown together against another rag-tag, spur-of-the-moment team. You two are stepping into the ring with people that have held gold in EVERY company we’ve ever worked for, and in multiple cases, were the final champions to hold the gold when they closed. And in one case, one of us was a double champion!
She leans forward, flipping her sunglasses back down over her eyes.
Aurora: Spoiler alert for those not paying attention… it WASN’T me!
She leans back again, resting against the cushions as her hand once again rests along the top edge of the Prestige Championship.
Aurora: So by all means, keep dragging our names through the mud and thinking you’re going to get a win over two of the most decorated members of the FWP roster, because when the dust settles and the final bell rings, you’ll both get a healthy helping of humble pie, courtesy of The Fallen Angels.
She leans forward once more, gesturing toward the logo on the back of her laptop. She then raises a hand, her index finger pointing skyward as if a final thought has crossed her mind.
Aurora: Oh, and one last little bit of advice for Bootleg Heidi Fleiss… you might want to lay low at your day job, if you can call it that. After all, your line of business is just a little ILLEGAL in Clark County. I should know… I used to live not that far from Henderson. I’d hate for LVMPD to come busting through your doors...
With a sarcastic smile on her face, Aurora closes her laptop, then reaches into her bag to pull out her phone. After a few swipes, she leans back, a broad smile spreading across her face.
Aurora: Hey, babe… I wanted to ask you about something...
She pauses, covering the phone as she gives the camera a dirty look.
Aurora: What? I’m trying to plan the rest of my evening. Can’t a girl have some privacy?
She waves the camera off as she resumes her phone call. The sound of a muffled voice can be heard on the other end as the scene fades out.
