Post by Damon Graves on Sept 10, 2024 14:29:15 GMT -5
The Equestrian Hotel
Ocala FL
September 9, 2024
Scene opens with Damon sitting in an overstuffed chair, balancing a laptop on his lap. On a small table next to him sits a bottle of water. After perusing the laptop for a couple of moments, he sets it on the table and grabs his water.
Damon: Well, Ross, by now you’ve annoyed everyone within earshot about how you bested the mighty Fallen Angels. If you were any fuller of yourself, you’d probably take sole credit, but we all know that’s not the case…
Damon cracks open the water and takes a sip.
Damon: Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that you had the pharmaceutical poster boy and the gynecological nightmare help you pull out a tainted victory.
Wednesday night, at Scion, you think that just because Kolby has a managerial license, you’re got an edge on me… News flash, I know PLENTY of people that have active manager’s licenses, so your “ace in the hole” is pretty much a moot point.
Ya see, when we strip away all of your bullshit, what’s left is a mediocre little girl with a thimbleful of talent and an ocean of audacity. One on one, it’s no contest. I exit the ring with a victory and you get left looking like a complete twat.
I don’t need to “take you out” for Aurora, because she’s more than capable of doing that for herself. When the bell rings, you need to focus on ME, not Aurora, not the Prestige Championship, not the potential trip to the doctor for antibiotics… ME. I’m not playing gatekeeper, I’m just one pissed off individual that is going vent that frustration on the unlucky shitstick across the ring from me.
So, laugh it up… have a grand old time, because Wednesday night, I get my measure of payback.
As Damon goes to take another sip of water, the FWP Prestige Champion enters the room, wearing a robe. She stands next to Damon and puts her hand on his shoulder.
Aurora: Puddin, I’ve booked a session in the spa. Care to join me?
Damon: As much as I’d love to, I don’t see how it would do much good. You know how worked up I am after what happened…
Aurora: So you’re going to stay wound up until Hallowed Grounds? That’s great.. You’re going to give yourself an aneurysm before next month.
Damon dips his head a bit, considering his wife’s words.
Damon: How can I put this? I WANT to be angry. I want to focus on wiping the ring with that walking slab of dick meat at Hallowed Grounds…
Aurora: (laughingly) ”Walking slab of dick meat”.... That’s a new one…
The humor of his own words finally washes over him and he begins to laugh alongside Aurora. It takes a moment for both of them to catch their breath.
Damon: Whew, I actually needed that release. You know what? I WILL head down to the spa with you… but when we get back, I’m ordering room service and then we’re going to go over how to deal with the walking STI…. deal?
Aurora: Deal. I left a robe for you in the bedroom.
Scene fades out as Damon exits the room.