In Over Your Heads

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The scene begins in what must be the living room of Damon Warrens' California home. Upon a luxurious leather couch sits the Nitemare King himself. He seems entranced by something, but although his eyes are focused across from him the man's hands absent mindedly run their fingers through the hair of his partner in life and crime Jaime Cortez who is curled up beside Damon on the couch, his head resting on the blonde's lap. Across from the content pair is a large flatscreen television which is currently displaying a news report.



Reporter: San Diego resident David Whyte has been apprehended and charged with two counts of trespassing, one count of criminal mischief, and one count of arson, after being found by police last week. He is currently awaiting trial while in custody. Police are looking for any witnesses to his crimes and are inviting the good Samaritan who performed a citizens arrest on Mr. Whyte to please come forward with any information they have.



Damon smirks wickedly and he begins to caress Jaime's face Jaime looks up and sees the pleasure etched across his partner's visage and mirrors the look.



Damon: Arson... just terrible isn't it Jaime? Setting someone's car on fire like that? It's a great thing those upstanding members of society prevented that man from committing more atrocities..



Jaime: Yes sir! And to be so humble that they won't come forward and bask in the glory..



Damon: That's because dear Jaime they are simply just content with knowing they did a good deed for society... they don't need the recognition at all.



Jaime: No we don't sir.. no we don't.



The scene fades out with the two men completely pleased with their anonymity in the crimes cuddle up and watch as the rest of the newscast details the damage done.



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The video opens up in a room somewhat familiar to the APW faithful. As was the first message of warning from one Damon Warrens, it seems that this one too will be emitted while surrounded by pitch black, that is with the exception of a single spotlight hanging over the head of Damon. The light just barely illuminates the Nitemare enough that his now recognizable emotionless glare is able to hold all of the attention of the camera.



Damon: APW... we find ourselves meeting once again. As I predicted last week I find myself in a spot that I knew would be mine to hold very frequently... the main event. Yet again I give you all proof that I am indeed a man of my word. I promised that the Architects would continue their dominance. I delivered on that. I ensured that I would one again grace you all with an appearance in the most important spot of the night and I followed through. I guaranteed that I would show the world just who Jaice Wilds is... someone who is entirely in over his head.



Damon leans back in the chair. As he does so his demeanor seems to change from an emotional blankness to what seems to read as a tired disappointment.



Damon: In over his head... see that segues nicely to this Monday. For the second time in two weeks I find myself standing side-by-side with one of the most impressive fighters I've seen in the business, but unfortunately management just has yet to find any athletes on our level.... I understand they're doing their best, but clearly as with Jaice Wilds they just booked the people they felt were the closest in caliber to our talents... and just like Jaice Wilds our opponents this week are entirely in over their heads. Now... just hear me out..



Damon puts his hand out as if to quiet the audience that in his mind is trying to interrupt his train of thought.



Damon: I know that Lex and my opponents have held gold within APW. I know that they have found the Holy Grail of success within this company... but when you look closer at these accomplishments you realize that although their victories look golden in the spotlight... they fade to black very.... VERY quickly. On one hand we have the great warrior Spartan. He joins APW and after mere weeks captures the Hardcore Championship.... and then thirty-six days later it escapes him. A month passes for him to wallow in misery over his pitiful failure and he again finds a title wrapped around his waist... the North American Championship. Thirty-one days pass and yet again Spartan finds himself without a championship... and without any value to this company.



Then we have Lucy... our first Junior Heavyweight Champion.... for three yawn inducing weeks. Three weeks. And what did she do of note beyond those three weeks? Well.... she existed I guess. And then finally... about five or so months later decided to matter and win the North American Championship. Given your previous reign as a champion in APW I'm genuinely expecting to see you titleless in... I don't know... two weeks?



Damon shrugs indifferently. He then leans forward looking directly into the camera as if he were speaking face to face with Lucy and Spartan.



Damon: Tell me Miss Sixx... Mr. Spartan... should I be impressed? Should I be intimidated? Neither one of you is true championship material. But I guess I'm just rambling because of my total lack of respect for you former and current title-bearers. When it comes to this Monday championships don't matter. What matters is the fact that I stand united with my partner Lex. Although we are relatively new teammates... we have one thing you two lack as a team... a win together. We have experience working as a unit. You are merely two individuals who must desperately try to get on the same page... meanwhile Lex and I have one goal... make sure the Architect's blueprint is followed. Make sure that we continue to do as we set out to... dominate.



Warrens pauses and closes his eyes. For a moment silence hangs over the room. Once his eyes open Damon speaks once more, but as he does so his voice is quieter. He beckons his boyfriend and camera man Jaime to bring the camera closer which he does.



Damon: When I began to speak I leveled with you both... I stated it as plainly as I could you two simply have reached far beyond what you can ever hope to grasp. Spartan.. you're a fierce warrior. You have fought some harsh battles. You claim to want to never stop fighting. You may be some super-solider, but you're a soldier who has lost everything. You're a broken man. I have to ask though... thirty six days.... is that why your wife left you? When you lost the one thing that made you anything in APW... did she realize just how worthless and disappointing you were? Was she worried that her child would grow up to emulate their father and be just as much of a waste of life as he was?



Damon shakes his head in disgust. It is clear in his eyes that he has zero empathy for Spartan's hard times.





Damon: And on the other hand we have Lucy Sixx. A woman who keeps praising herself for winning a title so soon into her fresh out of the womb career in professional wrestling... but forgets to mention, as I made note of, how quickly she lost it. You and Spartan truly have something in common. You both have children to which you are both garbage role models for. I am glad that my son grew up with excellence to strive for. Your daughter can only hope that when she grows up that she isn't as useless as her mother. What intrigues me about you though Lucy is that you and I have a similar path in life. Both former musicians... both found the world of professional wrestling... both began to fall into insanity..



Damon's face warps with disdain for the similarities between himself and Sixx.



Damon: That however is where our similarities end. You, much like your partner, found professional wrestling rather recently. You've been paying your dues for what.... eight months or so? I have held championships longer than you've had a career within the squared circle... and yet you tout yourself as if already you were some legend in the making. This is a career I have committed myself to for over a decade... whereas this seems to be a newly discovered hobby for yourself. You just don't seem committed enough. And that is a theme for you... you act as if you were some off the rails lunatic... as if you were a dangerous threat on the verge of violent insanity.. when in reality you are merely a little girl going through a Hot Topic phase attempting to seem edgy and cool for your angsty teen followers. You haven't truly experienced true insanity... true violence... but you will.



Damon grabs a white mask with a terrifying frown. He holds it in his hands gazing at it for a moment before looking up with a sadistic grin.



Damon: I have bragged in the past about being hailed Villain of the Year three years in a row in my former company... but Lucy I want to explain to you why I earned that title... I am a man who over my years in this business has committed atrocities. I have helped burn a company to the ground... I have waged war in every violent stipulation you could imagine... I was touted the King of the Deathmatch for a time... I manipulated a man's son to turn his back on him... and then to help me dismantle his own father... I am not the person to test Lucy.



Damon's head tilts to the side and again his voice falls to a quiet monotone.



Damon: At the end of the day you and Spartan find yourself in a position where although you may try to rally together and fight the good fight... you lack the experience... you lack the cohesion.. you lack the aggression... you are.. In. Over. Your. Heads.



With that the camera zooms in on the white mask before cutting out to black.