Post by cyborg878 on Oct 12, 2020 12:34:58 GMT -5
In the months since Damon's departure the Warrens-Cortez household had been a place of a strange peacefulness. Although after Jason's actions Damon was initially furious he decided to instead focus on helping Jaime recover. With their black and white husky Cerberus at their side the two men used the time away to bond even more. Whereas this retirement could have caused strife in their relationship it instead strengthened it.
Despite all of this Damon began to get that itch; that desire to return to a business he lived by and planned to die by one day. Damon began to scour through pages of legal documents regarding his forced exit from APW. Sure he could have returned to any company, but this one now held a special place in his cold heart. It was the place he had cemented himself as more than some 'emo flash in the pan'. Eventually with his lawyer's help Damon found a loophole he could take advantage of. A call was placed to APW management who seemed more than interested in having the former world champion back. Within days it was settled and Damon was officially back among the APW roster. His surprise return would shock the company to its core, but none seemed more shocked than Jason Ryan who as Damon would learn would be his first opponent back.
Damon: Hey mi amor, just got off the phone with the bosses. You'll never guess who I'm already going to be destroying in my return match.
Jaime who is in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron looks over at his fiancé who clearly approves of the choice in outfit.
Jaime: Hmmmm... not that creepy fucking clown I hope.
Damon: No not America Jackson.... I already get my hands on Jason Ryan.
Jaime's eyebrows raise with interest.
Damon: I guess they didn't want to leave money on the table. Damon Warrens returning and committing a Justifiable Homicide on live TV against the man who robbed him of months of his career. I mean the ratings speak for themselves.
Jaime: Do you think you're ready for that? You've been out of the ring for four and a half months. And Jason was pretty vicious last time you fought.
Damon stares at Jaime in silence before motioning for him to come over.
Damon: Are you doubting my ability boy?
Jaime: No never sir! I just worry you may be caught off guard.
Damon: Well I appreciate the concern, but let me tell you I do not have the same concerns. Jason was vicious before yes, but that tiger turned into a kitten while I was gone. He's a shell of his former self since he found "God" and tried to become a good man.
Jaime laughs as he sits on Damon's lap at the kitchen table.
Jaime: Found God? Bullshit. We know he's still that piece of shit he was before.
Damon: I know and soon enough the world will see through his act too. More importantly then pulling back the curtain on his act though.... I owe him retribution for what he did to you.
Damon gingerly runs his fingers over some of the scars still visible on Jaime's body from Jason's numerous attacks. There is a mix of anger and remorse in the Nitemare's eyes as he examines the markings he feels responsible for allowing to happen.
Jaime: ;You will get your retribution and make that dumb fuck pay. I know you will. And then we can move forward to finding some gold for you to wear around your waist again.
Damon: Gold will come with time. Jason however must suffer before I can even focus on championships. I want him to suffer more than you did. I want him to suffer more that everyone hearing him on a microphone suffers. He may have found God, but I want him to know that the Devil Himself is the only Higher Power in Alpha Pro Wrestling. I'm going to drag him to Hell.
The scene fades out as Damon looks into the distance with pure determination on his face.
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For the first time in months the video feed flicks to life revealing a merlot red room with a black thorny throne in the middle. From off camera Damon Walks on dressed to the nines in an all black suit. He sits down in his throne and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: Alpha Pro... did you miss me? I missed you all dearly. I'm so sorry it had to be such a long period without each other, but as we all saw last week I am back. Not only am I back, but I am here to stay. It took some legal loopholes and tons of contract negotiation, but the Devil Himself has returned to his kingdom. The nails have been removed from the so-called coffin and my apparent retirement is clearly undone. Now that I'm back I have seen that much has changed. There is new management, a bevy of new roster members, and a rotating door of new champions. However though much has changed it seems some things stay the same. For instance I am STILL the longest reigning world champion in APW history.
Damon pauses to bask in the glory of his accomplishment, swelling with pride for a second before returning to business.
Damon: Since I was dethroned not one world champion has held a candle to my success. Jason Ryan couldn't even survive a single title defense. Zaigon Carter lost his world championship to his own tag team partner.... very Smith Jones of him if I do say so myself. And America Jackson... well just like his namesake spoke of glory yet ended up being the butt of the world's jokes. These disappointing champions were what prompted my return. Two of these men called my name... spoke of my downfall...and proceeded to follow suit with a downfall of their own. They both thought that they could taunt me from the safety of this company afterall Damon was "retired" by Jason Ryan, but as the saying goes speak of the Devil and the Devil shalt appear.
Damon spreads his arms wide.
Damon: It felt apropos that I make my return with a grim, yet silent warning to the very man whom was responsible for my disappearance in the first place. The very man whom paraded around this company loudly announcing he had retired the great Damon Warrens. Jason you claimed that you had put the nail in my coffin. Rid this company of Damon Warrens and my emo Backstreet Boys. Well I guess Backstreets Back. No nails have held this lid closed and I have risen again.
The Devil Himself leans forward.
Damon: Jason Ryan.... I know you thought that you were finished with me. I could never come back to haunt you.... you were wrong. I think your false sense of security allowed you to spin a web of lies you believed. You convinced yourself that you were deserving of the championship on your shoulder. Zaigon proved that to be a falsehood. You told yourself and the world that you were the new king... but you were merely a false ruler. You may have held the throne briefly, but the fact is that you let your kingdom down. You tried to be Damon Warrens and you didn't last even a month. Twenty-one days. You couldn't handle the pressure for more than twenty-one days. You cracked and when you cracked the world saw the truth about you Jason.
Damon feigns empathy, but it is clear even through his acting that he is more disgusted by Jason Ryan than pitying.
Damon: Despite the constant compliments you gave yourself the world saw through your façade. We all realized that without your ragtag group of misfits to do all the work for you... without a bright flashing weak spot to target on your opponent.... without a championship on your shoulder to provide some legitimacy to you.... we realized Jason that you were a waste of space.
At this point the disgust from earlier is dripping like venom from Damon's mouth as he begins to expose Jason Ryan as a failure.
Damon: We weren't the only ones to come to this conclusion though Jason. Vala Marshton knew you were a loser when you left her and your unborn child to pursue a career of jobbing to the real stars. Your Bloodline saw you crash down in flames and ran as far from you as they could. Your wife was sick of being associated with your stench of failure and decided to cut the ties that bind. Everyone left you Jason because they all saw that you were a clown pretending to be a king. I want you to know something though Jason.
The vile disgust disappears in Damon's voice.
Damon: I want you to know that even though you've seemingly become a middle-aged losing trying to reclaim his glory days by living out his most vivid biker gang fantasy while looking like a beat down dad...I won't leave you Jason. Even though everyone else has left you...your baby mama... your team... your wife... I'll always be there for you Jason. When you stand in that ring and lie to yourself about "Maybe being able to win THIS match"... I'll be there. When you hide in the locker room to escape the shame of suffering yet another defeat.... I'll be there. When you think you're safe and alone at home wrestling with your self deprecating thoughts... I'll be there. You tried to get rid of me before Jason, but YOU. CAN'T. GET. RID. OF. ME.
As Damon goes on his tirade against Jason Ryan his voice becomes more aggressive and the intensity becomes clear on his face. This reaches a climax only to be interrupted by the door opening offscreen and Jaime Cortez poking his head into the room.
Jaime: Hey babe! Just wanted to let you know dinn-- oops! Sorry! I didn't realize you had already started your promo live stream.
The anger melts away from Damon's face; thought he still manages to give his fiancé some annoyed side-eye.
Damon: You are forgiven mi amor.
Jaime begins to close the door and Damon turns back to the camera. He prepares to continue speaking only to again be interrupted by Jaime who opens the door again slightly.
Jaime: Can you do me a favour and make sure to tell Jason Ryan he's a piece of shit?
Damon: Yes Jaime I'll let him know.
Jaime again begins closing the door, but stops just one last time. Noticing this Damon shakes his head and barely contains a smirk.
Jaime: Also if you have time you should let that America guy know he's a fucking douche.
Damon nods in agreement and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: Jaime you're right... America Jackson is a fucking douche.... but I'll deal with him soon.... first I have to slash the tires on Jason's motorcycle.
The last image on the feed is Damon Warrens leaned forward with his chin resting on his hands before the video cuts to static.
Despite all of this Damon began to get that itch; that desire to return to a business he lived by and planned to die by one day. Damon began to scour through pages of legal documents regarding his forced exit from APW. Sure he could have returned to any company, but this one now held a special place in his cold heart. It was the place he had cemented himself as more than some 'emo flash in the pan'. Eventually with his lawyer's help Damon found a loophole he could take advantage of. A call was placed to APW management who seemed more than interested in having the former world champion back. Within days it was settled and Damon was officially back among the APW roster. His surprise return would shock the company to its core, but none seemed more shocked than Jason Ryan who as Damon would learn would be his first opponent back.
Damon: Hey mi amor, just got off the phone with the bosses. You'll never guess who I'm already going to be destroying in my return match.
Jaime who is in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron looks over at his fiancé who clearly approves of the choice in outfit.
Jaime: Hmmmm... not that creepy fucking clown I hope.
Damon: No not America Jackson.... I already get my hands on Jason Ryan.
Jaime's eyebrows raise with interest.
Damon: I guess they didn't want to leave money on the table. Damon Warrens returning and committing a Justifiable Homicide on live TV against the man who robbed him of months of his career. I mean the ratings speak for themselves.
Jaime: Do you think you're ready for that? You've been out of the ring for four and a half months. And Jason was pretty vicious last time you fought.
Damon stares at Jaime in silence before motioning for him to come over.
Damon: Are you doubting my ability boy?
Jaime: No never sir! I just worry you may be caught off guard.
Damon: Well I appreciate the concern, but let me tell you I do not have the same concerns. Jason was vicious before yes, but that tiger turned into a kitten while I was gone. He's a shell of his former self since he found "God" and tried to become a good man.
Jaime laughs as he sits on Damon's lap at the kitchen table.
Jaime: Found God? Bullshit. We know he's still that piece of shit he was before.
Damon: I know and soon enough the world will see through his act too. More importantly then pulling back the curtain on his act though.... I owe him retribution for what he did to you.
Damon gingerly runs his fingers over some of the scars still visible on Jaime's body from Jason's numerous attacks. There is a mix of anger and remorse in the Nitemare's eyes as he examines the markings he feels responsible for allowing to happen.
Jaime: ;You will get your retribution and make that dumb fuck pay. I know you will. And then we can move forward to finding some gold for you to wear around your waist again.
Damon: Gold will come with time. Jason however must suffer before I can even focus on championships. I want him to suffer more than you did. I want him to suffer more that everyone hearing him on a microphone suffers. He may have found God, but I want him to know that the Devil Himself is the only Higher Power in Alpha Pro Wrestling. I'm going to drag him to Hell.
The scene fades out as Damon looks into the distance with pure determination on his face.
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For the first time in months the video feed flicks to life revealing a merlot red room with a black thorny throne in the middle. From off camera Damon Walks on dressed to the nines in an all black suit. He sits down in his throne and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: Alpha Pro... did you miss me? I missed you all dearly. I'm so sorry it had to be such a long period without each other, but as we all saw last week I am back. Not only am I back, but I am here to stay. It took some legal loopholes and tons of contract negotiation, but the Devil Himself has returned to his kingdom. The nails have been removed from the so-called coffin and my apparent retirement is clearly undone. Now that I'm back I have seen that much has changed. There is new management, a bevy of new roster members, and a rotating door of new champions. However though much has changed it seems some things stay the same. For instance I am STILL the longest reigning world champion in APW history.
Damon pauses to bask in the glory of his accomplishment, swelling with pride for a second before returning to business.
Damon: Since I was dethroned not one world champion has held a candle to my success. Jason Ryan couldn't even survive a single title defense. Zaigon Carter lost his world championship to his own tag team partner.... very Smith Jones of him if I do say so myself. And America Jackson... well just like his namesake spoke of glory yet ended up being the butt of the world's jokes. These disappointing champions were what prompted my return. Two of these men called my name... spoke of my downfall...and proceeded to follow suit with a downfall of their own. They both thought that they could taunt me from the safety of this company afterall Damon was "retired" by Jason Ryan, but as the saying goes speak of the Devil and the Devil shalt appear.
Damon spreads his arms wide.
Damon: It felt apropos that I make my return with a grim, yet silent warning to the very man whom was responsible for my disappearance in the first place. The very man whom paraded around this company loudly announcing he had retired the great Damon Warrens. Jason you claimed that you had put the nail in my coffin. Rid this company of Damon Warrens and my emo Backstreet Boys. Well I guess Backstreets Back. No nails have held this lid closed and I have risen again.
The Devil Himself leans forward.
Damon: Jason Ryan.... I know you thought that you were finished with me. I could never come back to haunt you.... you were wrong. I think your false sense of security allowed you to spin a web of lies you believed. You convinced yourself that you were deserving of the championship on your shoulder. Zaigon proved that to be a falsehood. You told yourself and the world that you were the new king... but you were merely a false ruler. You may have held the throne briefly, but the fact is that you let your kingdom down. You tried to be Damon Warrens and you didn't last even a month. Twenty-one days. You couldn't handle the pressure for more than twenty-one days. You cracked and when you cracked the world saw the truth about you Jason.
Damon feigns empathy, but it is clear even through his acting that he is more disgusted by Jason Ryan than pitying.
Damon: Despite the constant compliments you gave yourself the world saw through your façade. We all realized that without your ragtag group of misfits to do all the work for you... without a bright flashing weak spot to target on your opponent.... without a championship on your shoulder to provide some legitimacy to you.... we realized Jason that you were a waste of space.
At this point the disgust from earlier is dripping like venom from Damon's mouth as he begins to expose Jason Ryan as a failure.
Damon: We weren't the only ones to come to this conclusion though Jason. Vala Marshton knew you were a loser when you left her and your unborn child to pursue a career of jobbing to the real stars. Your Bloodline saw you crash down in flames and ran as far from you as they could. Your wife was sick of being associated with your stench of failure and decided to cut the ties that bind. Everyone left you Jason because they all saw that you were a clown pretending to be a king. I want you to know something though Jason.
The vile disgust disappears in Damon's voice.
Damon: I want you to know that even though you've seemingly become a middle-aged losing trying to reclaim his glory days by living out his most vivid biker gang fantasy while looking like a beat down dad...I won't leave you Jason. Even though everyone else has left you...your baby mama... your team... your wife... I'll always be there for you Jason. When you stand in that ring and lie to yourself about "Maybe being able to win THIS match"... I'll be there. When you hide in the locker room to escape the shame of suffering yet another defeat.... I'll be there. When you think you're safe and alone at home wrestling with your self deprecating thoughts... I'll be there. You tried to get rid of me before Jason, but YOU. CAN'T. GET. RID. OF. ME.
As Damon goes on his tirade against Jason Ryan his voice becomes more aggressive and the intensity becomes clear on his face. This reaches a climax only to be interrupted by the door opening offscreen and Jaime Cortez poking his head into the room.
Jaime: Hey babe! Just wanted to let you know dinn-- oops! Sorry! I didn't realize you had already started your promo live stream.
The anger melts away from Damon's face; thought he still manages to give his fiancé some annoyed side-eye.
Damon: You are forgiven mi amor.
Jaime begins to close the door and Damon turns back to the camera. He prepares to continue speaking only to again be interrupted by Jaime who opens the door again slightly.
Jaime: Can you do me a favour and make sure to tell Jason Ryan he's a piece of shit?
Damon: Yes Jaime I'll let him know.
Jaime again begins closing the door, but stops just one last time. Noticing this Damon shakes his head and barely contains a smirk.
Jaime: Also if you have time you should let that America guy know he's a fucking douche.
Damon nods in agreement and looks directly at the camera.
Damon: Jaime you're right... America Jackson is a fucking douche.... but I'll deal with him soon.... first I have to slash the tires on Jason's motorcycle.
The last image on the feed is Damon Warrens leaned forward with his chin resting on his hands before the video cuts to static.
