Post by Damon Graves on Aug 27, 2024 19:02:13 GMT -5
Anastasia State Park
St. Augustine FL
August 27th 2024
Scene opens with a shot of Damon Graves sitting on a boulder, looking out over the Florida coast, eating a hot dog. He grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth before addrerssing the camera.
Damon: Ya know, sometimes ya just gotta appreciate the natural gifts we’ve been given in this world..
Damon makes a sweeping gesture with his free hand.
Damon: The white sandy beaches, the soothing ocean breeze…. I’ve always enjoyed things like these back in California, so this is like a little slice of home for me. It’s kinda therapeutic, in a way, especially when I’m keyed up about something..
Damon immediately goes stone faced.
Damon: This time, it ain’t fucking working. Sometimes, ya just can’t step back and let a situation defuse… ya gotta deal with it. Problem is, the way I’m gonna deal with the situation at hand ain’t gonna be pretty.
Damon hops down from the boulder, taking the hot dog wrapper he was using and wads it up.
Damon: Ever since Prime, I’ve had to deal with some roided up bitch boy that wants talk some shit about me. Yeah, Slim, I’m talking about you.
Son, you done fucked up.
You went for the low hanging fruit, trying to punk me out after I lost at Prime for the Prestige Championship. I went out on a limb and expressed the doubts that I had going into that match against Aurora. Did that work against me? Not really. I went into the ring and did what I always do: maximum effort from bell to bell. You wanna talk about me caring more about putting on quality matches than carving out a legacy? Motherfucker, I’ve already created a legacy that pissants like you couldn’t match if your life depended on it, and I’m still adding to it. You’d be able to see that if you took the time to grab yer ears and yank your head outta your ass.
Instead, you wanna bitch about how “politics” held you back in your career…
“Oooh, we’re so jealous of this shit hot commodity that we’re gonna bury him so that someone else could look good”
Translating from whiny bitch to English…
“I’m nowhere as good as I think I am, but since they don’t to give me the attention I think I deserve, I’m gonna get my diaper twisted and pitch a bitch fit to try and get what I want…”
Damon scoffs.
Damon: Do you honestly listen to yourself? You ain’t the first to use that excuse, and you sure as fuck won’t be the last. But that’s beside the point, Slim Shitty…
At Scion, you don’t get just one Fallen Angel, ya get BOTH of us. When we came to FWP, we specifically wanted to step away from tag team wrestling, to remove ourselves from the niche people wanted to put us in. That doesn’t mean that we’ve forgotten how to work as a team.
And since this IS a tag team match, I guess I SHOULD say something about your “partner”...
How’s it going, Kels? Long time no see… it’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever since we faced off….
Now, if I’m getting the gist of what you’re saying, and let’s be honest, you’re about as subtle as a fart in a monestary, your entire focus in this match is to pin Aurora to get a title shot. News flash, ya bimbo, you’re not just facing the champ… I’m there, too.
If Aurora and I wanted to, we could do what we’ve done wherever we’ve gone… dominate whatever tag team division we laid our eyes upon. But that’s treading on some well-worn ground, and we want to be known for more than that.
But…
The powers that be wanted to give the fans something to talk about, so for one night, the Fallen Angels once again step into the ring as a team and rain unholy hell upon whichever two sorry sacks of shit that are unlucky to be standing across the ring from us.
A cohesive team versus two dinguses that couldn’t muster up a fuck between the two of them about working together….
Who do you think is gonna come out on top?
Damon smirks.
Damon: Spoiler alert… it ain’t gonna be you two twats…
Damon walks over to a nearby trash receptacle to get rid of his trash as the scene fades out.
