Post by Aurora Graves on May 21, 2024 20:06:23 GMT -5
Poolside - Hampton Inn Pensacola Beach
Pensacola, FL
Monday, May 20, 2024
It was high noon as Aurora Graves sat poolside at the hotel, her tattooed body leaning against one of the several blue fabric lounges surrounding the kidney-bean shaped pool. As humid as it was, there was nothing she’d like better than to be in the water, putting her black bikini to good use. However, the cell phone in her hand kept her away from water’s sweet, cooling embrace.
Aurora: Just so long as you’re not giving your Abuela a hard time, okay, Yssie?
She listened to the small voice on the other end of the line, a proud smile plastered on her face.
Aurora: No, sweetie… that’s not until the tournament is over. This is just the first round.
Despite the fact that she was on the phone, she nodded her head, as if the person on the other end of the phone had been standing in front of her.
Aurora: Alright, sweetie, Mommy’s gotta get off the phone; my battery’s almost dead. You be a good girl and help Abuela and Papa take care of your sister okay?
There was a final pause as Aurora smiled and let out a soft chuckle.
Aurora: Bye, sweetie… Mommy and Daddy love you!
She hit the “END CALL” button and reached into her bag, pulling out a power bank. She plugged her phone into the power bank and slipped it back into the bag, only to be greeted by a couple of young boys, a set of brothers appearing to be roughly two years apart. Each boy had an arm behind his back. The elder of the two had wavy brown hair, while the younger had straight blond hair. She looked up at the pair and smiled.
Aurora: Hi there. Did you boys need something?
The older boy opened his mouth to speak, but it wasn’t until he got a nudge in the side courtesy of the younger boy that he actually began to speak.
Big Brother: Um, are you Aurora Graves?
She pulled out her wallet, opened it, and after a quick glance, she put it away with a smile as she turned her attention back to the two boys.
Aurora: That’s what it says on my driver’s license.
She giggled, which prompted the boys to join in with her.
Aurora: So what can I do for you gentlemen?
Little Brother: We were wondering…
Big Brother: If you could sign our action figures…
The boys revealed their previously hidden arms, each holding an action figure of her, still in the package, clad in her old red and blue Harley Quinn inspired gear. She tilted her head to the side slightly, nodding her head.
Aurora: Wow… vintage! You know how long it’s been since I’ve seen one of these figures outside of my own collection?
The boys shook their head.
Aurora: Hmmm…
She pointed to the older boy.
Aurora: If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?
Big Brother:I’m 9. My brother’s 7.
The younger boy nodded his head.
Aurora:Then you were probably still in diapers when this figure came out.
The younger boy laughed as he pointed at his brother.
Little Brother: Ha-ha! You were a baby!
The older boy frowned at his brother, gently batting his hand away.
Big Brother: Hey, shut up! You weren’t even born!
Those words seemed to quickly silence the younger boy. Aurora chuckled softly, then leaned forward toward the younger boy.
Aurora: It’s okay… I’ve got TWO big brothers. You’ve got plenty of time to get him back; trust me!
She winked playfully at him before leaning back to reach into her purse.
Aurora: Now, about those autographs…
She pulled a medium-tipped paint pen in metallic silver out of her purse, giving it a few quick shakes before pulling the cap off…
Back in her room, Aurora Graves sat on the foot of her bed, her black bikini replaced by a pair of pale blue jeans and a red halter top. She was bent over, lacing up a pair of black Dr Marten Jesy Sendal boots with red laces. Once they were tied, she stood up, taking a look at herself in the mirror hanging over the nearby desk. Resting her hands on the edges of the desk, she cast her gaze upward, as if looking into the camera by way of the mirror, and smiled.
Aurora: It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?
Her smile widened as she pushed off from the desk, the camera following her out of the bedroom and into the living area of the suite. She made her way to a small table just outside the doorway to the bedroom, where a stack of papers bearing Florida Wrestling Prestige letterhead sat in a loose pile, with the topmost visible sheet being the one bearing her name, and the name of her opponent.
Aurora: It seems like an eternity since the last time I set foot in a wrestling ring, and I’m sure there were certain individuals that thought I was done with the business for good.
She smirked, shaking her head.
Aurora: Or at least, they hoped I was done for good. But I’ve got nothing to say to them, because they were - and frankly still aren’t - worth my time.
A light scoff slipped out as she mildly rolled her eyes.
Aurora: You see, when you’ve been at this for as long as I have, there’s really no such thing as “walking away.” It never truly leaves you. But in gamer’s terms, let’s just say there are side quests that may alter the endgame content somewhat.
She picked up the sheet of paper, narrowing her eyes as she focused on her opponent’s name, silently mouthing it as she clicked her nails against the table.
Aurora: They say that when one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes it’s not quite time to open that next door. But when the time comes, you better believe I’m kicking that son of a bitch down with everything I’ve got. And now…
She set the paper down, pounding her fist on the stack.
Aurora: I’ve got a chance to make history. Anyone that knows me knows that I’m not a stranger to championship gold. I’ve been a champion 7 times over. There’s just one little problem…
She held up one slender finger as she squinted her eyes.
Aurora: I’ve never held a singles championship. For all of the talk that’s been going around, talking about how my husband is weighing me down, that he’s nothing but dead weight… what these people tend to forget is that they couldn’t be more wrong. There’s one thing that Damon has under his belt…
She paused, chuckling a little at her inadvertent choice of wording.
Aurora: That has only ever been just out of reach…
She motioned with her hands across her waist.
Aurora: A run as a singles champion. From the moment I first began training, all I ever wanted was to stand at the top of the heap, with gold around my waist. And while teaming with my husband has been great, it’s still not what I set out to do. But this Wednesday, that all changes.
She shot a quick glance to the table, then quickly snapped her head back to face the camera. There was a fire in her eyes that seemed to pick up in intensity as she continued to speak.
Aurora: Cole Jackson, you may be hungry, but nothing is hungrier than a lioness that’s had her prey slip through her teeth. And I’ll be damned if I let it get away from me again. So if you’re looking for a fight, then trust me, you WON’T be disappointed.
She shook her head.
Aurora: But if you think I’m just going to roll over and let you stroll on into the next round of the tournament, then you’re in for a MAJOR letdown. I’m back on the hunt, and I’m not going to stop until I claim what’s been denied for far too long… the FWP Prestige Championship!
A determined smile spread across her face as the camera slowly began to zoom in before fading out.
Pensacola, FL
Monday, May 20, 2024
It was high noon as Aurora Graves sat poolside at the hotel, her tattooed body leaning against one of the several blue fabric lounges surrounding the kidney-bean shaped pool. As humid as it was, there was nothing she’d like better than to be in the water, putting her black bikini to good use. However, the cell phone in her hand kept her away from water’s sweet, cooling embrace.
Aurora: Just so long as you’re not giving your Abuela a hard time, okay, Yssie?
She listened to the small voice on the other end of the line, a proud smile plastered on her face.
Aurora: No, sweetie… that’s not until the tournament is over. This is just the first round.
Despite the fact that she was on the phone, she nodded her head, as if the person on the other end of the phone had been standing in front of her.
Aurora: Alright, sweetie, Mommy’s gotta get off the phone; my battery’s almost dead. You be a good girl and help Abuela and Papa take care of your sister okay?
There was a final pause as Aurora smiled and let out a soft chuckle.
Aurora: Bye, sweetie… Mommy and Daddy love you!
She hit the “END CALL” button and reached into her bag, pulling out a power bank. She plugged her phone into the power bank and slipped it back into the bag, only to be greeted by a couple of young boys, a set of brothers appearing to be roughly two years apart. Each boy had an arm behind his back. The elder of the two had wavy brown hair, while the younger had straight blond hair. She looked up at the pair and smiled.
Aurora: Hi there. Did you boys need something?
The older boy opened his mouth to speak, but it wasn’t until he got a nudge in the side courtesy of the younger boy that he actually began to speak.
Big Brother: Um, are you Aurora Graves?
She pulled out her wallet, opened it, and after a quick glance, she put it away with a smile as she turned her attention back to the two boys.
Aurora: That’s what it says on my driver’s license.
She giggled, which prompted the boys to join in with her.
Aurora: So what can I do for you gentlemen?
Little Brother: We were wondering…
Big Brother: If you could sign our action figures…
The boys revealed their previously hidden arms, each holding an action figure of her, still in the package, clad in her old red and blue Harley Quinn inspired gear. She tilted her head to the side slightly, nodding her head.
Aurora: Wow… vintage! You know how long it’s been since I’ve seen one of these figures outside of my own collection?
The boys shook their head.
Aurora: Hmmm…
She pointed to the older boy.
Aurora: If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?
Big Brother:I’m 9. My brother’s 7.
The younger boy nodded his head.
Aurora:Then you were probably still in diapers when this figure came out.
The younger boy laughed as he pointed at his brother.
Little Brother: Ha-ha! You were a baby!
The older boy frowned at his brother, gently batting his hand away.
Big Brother: Hey, shut up! You weren’t even born!
Those words seemed to quickly silence the younger boy. Aurora chuckled softly, then leaned forward toward the younger boy.
Aurora: It’s okay… I’ve got TWO big brothers. You’ve got plenty of time to get him back; trust me!
She winked playfully at him before leaning back to reach into her purse.
Aurora: Now, about those autographs…
She pulled a medium-tipped paint pen in metallic silver out of her purse, giving it a few quick shakes before pulling the cap off…
Back in her room, Aurora Graves sat on the foot of her bed, her black bikini replaced by a pair of pale blue jeans and a red halter top. She was bent over, lacing up a pair of black Dr Marten Jesy Sendal boots with red laces. Once they were tied, she stood up, taking a look at herself in the mirror hanging over the nearby desk. Resting her hands on the edges of the desk, she cast her gaze upward, as if looking into the camera by way of the mirror, and smiled.
Aurora: It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?
Her smile widened as she pushed off from the desk, the camera following her out of the bedroom and into the living area of the suite. She made her way to a small table just outside the doorway to the bedroom, where a stack of papers bearing Florida Wrestling Prestige letterhead sat in a loose pile, with the topmost visible sheet being the one bearing her name, and the name of her opponent.
Aurora: It seems like an eternity since the last time I set foot in a wrestling ring, and I’m sure there were certain individuals that thought I was done with the business for good.
She smirked, shaking her head.
Aurora: Or at least, they hoped I was done for good. But I’ve got nothing to say to them, because they were - and frankly still aren’t - worth my time.
A light scoff slipped out as she mildly rolled her eyes.
Aurora: You see, when you’ve been at this for as long as I have, there’s really no such thing as “walking away.” It never truly leaves you. But in gamer’s terms, let’s just say there are side quests that may alter the endgame content somewhat.
She picked up the sheet of paper, narrowing her eyes as she focused on her opponent’s name, silently mouthing it as she clicked her nails against the table.
Aurora: They say that when one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes it’s not quite time to open that next door. But when the time comes, you better believe I’m kicking that son of a bitch down with everything I’ve got. And now…
She set the paper down, pounding her fist on the stack.
Aurora: I’ve got a chance to make history. Anyone that knows me knows that I’m not a stranger to championship gold. I’ve been a champion 7 times over. There’s just one little problem…
She held up one slender finger as she squinted her eyes.
Aurora: I’ve never held a singles championship. For all of the talk that’s been going around, talking about how my husband is weighing me down, that he’s nothing but dead weight… what these people tend to forget is that they couldn’t be more wrong. There’s one thing that Damon has under his belt…
She paused, chuckling a little at her inadvertent choice of wording.
Aurora: That has only ever been just out of reach…
She motioned with her hands across her waist.
Aurora: A run as a singles champion. From the moment I first began training, all I ever wanted was to stand at the top of the heap, with gold around my waist. And while teaming with my husband has been great, it’s still not what I set out to do. But this Wednesday, that all changes.
She shot a quick glance to the table, then quickly snapped her head back to face the camera. There was a fire in her eyes that seemed to pick up in intensity as she continued to speak.
Aurora: Cole Jackson, you may be hungry, but nothing is hungrier than a lioness that’s had her prey slip through her teeth. And I’ll be damned if I let it get away from me again. So if you’re looking for a fight, then trust me, you WON’T be disappointed.
She shook her head.
Aurora: But if you think I’m just going to roll over and let you stroll on into the next round of the tournament, then you’re in for a MAJOR letdown. I’m back on the hunt, and I’m not going to stop until I claim what’s been denied for far too long… the FWP Prestige Championship!
A determined smile spread across her face as the camera slowly began to zoom in before fading out.