Post by cyborg878 on Dec 6, 2020 10:21:09 GMT -5
In the still sunny San Diego, despite it being December, Damon Warrens walks outside his home to his backyard in a form fitting purple pair of swim trunks carrying a towel which he sets on a patio chair. He casually makes his way over to the hot tub which he uncovers and turns on. With the hot tub heating up and the Jacuzzi jets on Damon walks back inside to his kitchen. He grabs all of the ingredients for a mojito: rum, limes, sugar, mint, and soda water. He mixes two drinks, one without rum of course, and brings them both outside, setting them on a table by the now perfectly heated tub. Damon grabs his phone and sends a text to Jaime to come outside to join him for a soak. Damon ascends the small steps to enter the hot tub and lowers himself into the warm water with a content sigh.
Minutes pass before the Cuban man walks out in a Caribbean blue speedo. Damon whistles at the man who smiles and shakes his head. He too enters the hot tub sitting across from the Nitemare who hands Jaime the mojito with rum. Jaime takes a sip before setting it down on the side of the tub.
Jaime: Not that I'm complaining, but what prompted this?
Damon: I just thought it might be nice to relax a bit. We're always on the go... especially now that I have not one, but two championships on my shoulders. So many interviews, appearances to make, babies to kiss...
Jaime looks at Damon with an eyebrow raised.
Jaime: Damon mi amor..... you don't do any of those... you keep telling management you don't like reporters or interviewers.... I'm not even sure you like babies.
Damon: Well that's because interviewers are assholes Jaime. Always so many stupid questions...and always the same stupid questions. "Have you talked to the Architects?" "Do you ave threesomes with your husband?" "Are you excited for a Jason Ryan rematch?" It's just a waste of time. And dodging managements' demands is just so exhausting.
Damon leans back with his eyes closed letting out a huff of air exaggerating a feigned exhaustion. Jaime rolls his eyes at the man.
Jaime: You really don't seem to like your bosses.
Damon: In fairness I think most people don't like their bosses Jaime.
Jaime: Yeah... but I mean most people don't antagonistically challenge their bosses.
Damon: Have you watched a wrestling show before Jaime? That's like... fifty percent of the program. Anyways can you blame me? First I run the gauntlet of Jason Ryan gimmicks.... as well as the man of the same few words John Blade. I don't even get booked on the pay-per-view so I can instead be wasted in some reveal segment. They delay the most money-making, eye-catching match they could have with myself and America "America Jackson" Jackson finally going one on one....why? So I can face an AW reject. It's just utter nonsense Jaime.
Jaime: Yeah... you do have a point.... but ummm that does bring up a concern for me. I know you are clearly not too worried about Corey Bull.... but I'm worried. You have seemed a little...complacent like Dante said. You aren't taking this guy seriously at all and I don't want to see that come back to bite you.
Damon puts his hands to his chest as if in shock and hurt at Jaime's words.
Damon: In what way am I not taking this seriously?
Jaime: Well typically by now you would have done thorough research on your opponent. You would have figured out some way to get into their heads. You would have usually been training with your husband or brother-in-law.....and you've done none of that.
Damon: Jaime I have been doing equally important things!
Jaime: Damon.... you spent an entire day setting up and modeling in a tastefully nude photo shoot with your two championship belts as if you were posing for PlayGirl or OnlyFans.
Damon: How dare you! That was for the Christmas card I'm sending to America Jackson to welcome him to the team. It was an important gesture of friendship.
Jaime looks completely dumbfounded at Damon's explanation.
Damon: I appreciate your concerns Jaime... however I do not have the same concerns. I know I'm in for a fight and I know I'll have to prepare, but even if it makes me out as complacent... I need to relax sometimes. Adam Dante said no champion is an island, but that doesn't mean I can't pretend I'm on one for one more day.
The scene fades out as Damon finishes his virgin mojito and Jaime shakes his head at his partner.
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Damon doesn't want to admit it, but Jaime had been right. Although the whole situation feels like a joke to Damon he still didn't take it seriously enough. Regardless of who he would be facing it would still be a match for his APW World Championship. With Jaime's concerns echoing in his head Damon finds himself lacing up his wrestling boots in a local wrestling school's gym. Across from him stands his original tag team partner and partner in life: his husband Nathan Warrens.
Nathan: So you said you were wanting to try out some new moves?
Damon: Yeah... Jaime's worried that I'm not taking this match seriously enough so I thought I should come up with new tactics... I mean the knee is good and reliable, and the diving stunner typically is the one shot killer... but in my last championship defense both of those seemed to not be enough... so it's time to add some new weapons to the arsenal.
Nathan: Okay so let's see what you've got.
The two men lock up with Damon getting the power advantage at first, before Nathan is able to escape a waist lock. They go to lock up again, but Nathan evades and rolls Damon up, before rolling into a low roundhouse kick to the head. He grabs Damon and goes for a DDT, but Damon twists behind him. The Nitemare grabs his husband in a reverse headlock. He drops down, spinning a bit so Nathan's upper spine crashes on to Damon's right knee, his hand pushing down on Nathan's chest helping to increase the force of the impact. Nathan barely has time to yelp in pain as Damon immediately lifts him back up into a reverse headlock before snapping around hitting a rolling cutter that spikes Nathan head first into the mat. Damon covers for an imaginary three count. He helps Nathan to his feet.
Nathan: Wow yeah... that fucking hurt. Should do the trick.
Damon: If it doesn't though I have a follow up... do you mind?
Nathan goes back to a prone position with Damon covering him. Damon then slides quickly to again wrap his arm around Nathan's neck. He lifts Nathan to a kneeling position before reaching behind his own back with his left arm to clasp his hands together and constricting Damon's right arm around his husband's neck exponentially causing Nathan to immediately tap out. Damon releases the hold and Nathan coughs for a few moments before standing up and breathing heavily.
Nathan: Yeah so...if you ever practice that on me again we're getting a divorce.
Damon puts his hands up and mouths "sorry" in response.
Nathan: If you lock that in...it won't matter how big and bad that Bull guy is.... he still needs to breath...
Damon: That's my hope. I figured the back breaker could set up the cutter or the sleeper... and if one doesn't work....immediately move to the other. Makes it harder to predict.
The two Canadians continue talking strategy as the scene fades out.
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Damon Warrens lies comfortably on a patio daybed as the un shines down on him. The light glimmers off of his two championships, the Tag Team and World Heavyweight, as the rest over his ribs. The only item of clothing covering his otherwise bare flesh is a merlot red speedo hiding just the necessities. As the Devil Himself basks in the sun there is an aura of pure calmness about him. As if nothing in the world could crack his relaxed resolve. Without looking at the camera, presumably being operated by Jaime Cortez, Damon begins to speak.
Damon: Complacent...... that's what I am APW. Complacent. According to Adam Dante complacent is what I have become as world champion. Now for those of you who don't understand what such a large word means... complacency is a smug self-satisfaction especially accompanied by an unawareness of actual dangers or deficiencies. Now... Adam Dante may have a point. Have a been smug? Absolutely. Am I satisfied with myself and my accomplishments? Correct. Where I beg to differ however is with the concept of being unaware of dangers and deficiencies.
Damon tilts his head so he is looking at the camera.
Damon: I am well aware that there are numerous dangers in my position. I have done something no one has ever accomplished in APW. To not only hold the World Championship, but also be a Tag Team Champion at the same time. The only other man to hold two championships simultaneously is my own partner America Jackson. When you reach heights like that the whole world wants to gun for you. Hungry up and comers looking to prove themselves like Hale Cassidy..... predictable journeymen like John Blade..... the revolving door of gimmicks that is Jason Ryan.... predators like Derek Wellings...everyone wants to be a god like myself and America.
Damon looks to his two championships and beams with pride.
Damon: But none of them have managed to even come close to dethroning the kings. So while I know there's certainly danger even from lesser foes I think what Adam Dante has wrong is.....I'm not unaware...I'm uncaring. There is truly only one legitimate danger to my reign and as I have made abundantly clear it is a danger I am actively pursuing. Management however has a very different idea of who deserves a shot at the Devil Himself. They give me men I have already beaten...numerous times. Then... no one. They don't book their WORLD CHAMPION for a pay-per-view. What lunacy is that?
Damon looks incredulously at the camera. He is absolutely baffled by the decisions of his bosses.
Damon: They build up for a week or so on Twitter some mystery challenger. I get ominous tweets from my soon to be number one contender. I make it clear in every response that I have no interest in fighting people who did nothing to earn a shot. I have no interest in wasting my time on handouts as seems to be this company's policy as of late. I want challengers who have put in the work. Opponents who have fought for their opportunities. Someone to respect standing across from me. I knew that whoever was behind this Twitter account was none of those. I even called out that I had a feeling my opponent would be some c-list slasher movie villain... or some Action Wrestling reject they pulled out from the gutters. And so we get to the big reveal and....
Damon leans forward, pausing for dramatic effect.
Damon: well actually before the reveal first we all had to listen to Adam Dante try his darndest to be the meanest boss he could. He had to prattle on about how I feel it's my right to have my championship welded to my shoulder for life. He threatened to turn my world to tin and show me what a devil really is!
As Damon mocks Adam Dante he shakes his fist as if to imitate Dante's attempt at scolding him.
Damon: Adam..... how delusional you are. My championship was never a "God given right"... it was a right I EARNED. Something Corey Bull apparently doesn't have to do. My world is gold not because I have a budding friendship with the 'boss' like Mr. Bull seems to have... but because I EARNED my world of gold. I have spent more time in this company with gold on my shoulder than I have without it. You can try to turn my world to tin by sending any washout you want from Action wrestling... but I will always make it gold again. But enough about you Adam. Let's get back to our big reveal. After this Tweets.... after all this anticipation.... I get......Corey Bull.
Damon puts his hands up and shakes his head. He had clearly not known who Bull was prior to the reveal.
Damon: Who? I genuinely had no fucking clue who Corey Bull is. I'm not exaggerating I thought at first that Corey Bull was that one guy from Man Made Gods.... but it turns out THAT Corey has actually won a world championship in Action Wrestling. Nonono I don't find myself fighting World Heavyweight Champion Corey Black... I get former Hardcore Champ Corey Bull. So I was right. After all the mystery and my challenger was revealed to be a c-list slasher villain AND an Action Wrestling reject. A man who couldn't climb the mountain in his own company and so with a few pulled strings and a handy or two under the boss's table managed to get himself a shot at THE most dominant world champion Alpha Pro Wrestling has EVER had.
Damon raises his head high with a greater than thou flair. The sun hits his chiseled jawline perfectly.
Damon: I know what you thought Corey.... you thought you were coming to a small pond to be the big fish. You figured well...APW isn't Action Wrestling... maybe I'll actually thrive there. Problem is though Corey is you came here thinking you were the biggest and baddest fish in the pond.... but you forgot that there have been two sharks taking turns circling the waters since January. So long as America Jackson and I are here in APW you will never be the big fish. You could always try to win the Hardcore title since that's more your level! It's one of the few titles that neither America nor myself currently carry so you might actually have a chance at winning it.
That so called 'complacent' smugness of Damon's seeps out in his words.
Damon: Now I'll be fair to you Corey... you are six foot ten. You do weigh three hundred and eighty five pounds... and only five of those belong to your ugly fucking Slipknot mask you insist on wearing. Yeah you look like you've probably eaten a few people alive and somehow gotten away with the crimes because of an insanity plea or two. But what has any of that gotten you? Your physical stature only changed how loudly you slapped the mat when you tapped out to Carter Shaw at Execution. Your size and power didn't help you fend off the Lost Breed. Your level of violence didn't keep the AW Hardcore Championship around your waist. And none of it will matter when you try to wrest this from my hold.
Damon holds up his World Championship.
Damon: Mr. Bull do you know how I got this championship? Do you know why I am the greatest world champion in APW's history? I am a man who has had to EARN my accolades. Irina ...well she wasn't my biggest fan. I didn't call in some favours with the boss to get my shots. I won. And I kept winning. You boast because it took eight men to eliminate you from a rumble match. I outlasted, outfought, and outwitted THIRTEEN men to WIN a match. I went on to out wrestle one of the greatest to lace up a pair of boots. I outsmarted the Sitch...a man much stronger than I. I have had to fight harder than anyone else to get what I have earned and that makes me the most dangerous man in this or any company.
Damon's voice becomes quite serious. The smug look is now gone replaced by a chilling gaze, his head tilted every so slightly.
Damon: Corey.... you told Charlie Ross that there was only one alpha in Action Wrestling.... it's never been you though and that won't change here. I am THE alpha. Anyone who has tried to change that found themselves left laying eventually. So I'll take your challenge...I'll prove to you that no matter what company you run to you won't be the alpha... I'll use you as training for the true battle of alphas ...at Omega when I take on the man who rightfully should be challenging me. I will..... what is it you say.....right... D.E.A.T.H. ...... Definitively Eviscerate Another Talentless Handout.
Damon calms and sits back on the patio bed.
Damon: Corey.. you may have convinced yourself that I am a man who merely puffs his chest and hurls insults. You may think you have intimidated me somehow by learning how to send vague Tweets. You may think that this is your chance to feel like the alpha..... well Corey... I call Bull shit.
Damon lays back again paying no mind to the camera and relaxes as the feed cuts out and the scene fades to black.
Minutes pass before the Cuban man walks out in a Caribbean blue speedo. Damon whistles at the man who smiles and shakes his head. He too enters the hot tub sitting across from the Nitemare who hands Jaime the mojito with rum. Jaime takes a sip before setting it down on the side of the tub.
Jaime: Not that I'm complaining, but what prompted this?
Damon: I just thought it might be nice to relax a bit. We're always on the go... especially now that I have not one, but two championships on my shoulders. So many interviews, appearances to make, babies to kiss...
Jaime looks at Damon with an eyebrow raised.
Jaime: Damon mi amor..... you don't do any of those... you keep telling management you don't like reporters or interviewers.... I'm not even sure you like babies.
Damon: Well that's because interviewers are assholes Jaime. Always so many stupid questions...and always the same stupid questions. "Have you talked to the Architects?" "Do you ave threesomes with your husband?" "Are you excited for a Jason Ryan rematch?" It's just a waste of time. And dodging managements' demands is just so exhausting.
Damon leans back with his eyes closed letting out a huff of air exaggerating a feigned exhaustion. Jaime rolls his eyes at the man.
Jaime: You really don't seem to like your bosses.
Damon: In fairness I think most people don't like their bosses Jaime.
Jaime: Yeah... but I mean most people don't antagonistically challenge their bosses.
Damon: Have you watched a wrestling show before Jaime? That's like... fifty percent of the program. Anyways can you blame me? First I run the gauntlet of Jason Ryan gimmicks.... as well as the man of the same few words John Blade. I don't even get booked on the pay-per-view so I can instead be wasted in some reveal segment. They delay the most money-making, eye-catching match they could have with myself and America "America Jackson" Jackson finally going one on one....why? So I can face an AW reject. It's just utter nonsense Jaime.
Jaime: Yeah... you do have a point.... but ummm that does bring up a concern for me. I know you are clearly not too worried about Corey Bull.... but I'm worried. You have seemed a little...complacent like Dante said. You aren't taking this guy seriously at all and I don't want to see that come back to bite you.
Damon puts his hands to his chest as if in shock and hurt at Jaime's words.
Damon: In what way am I not taking this seriously?
Jaime: Well typically by now you would have done thorough research on your opponent. You would have figured out some way to get into their heads. You would have usually been training with your husband or brother-in-law.....and you've done none of that.
Damon: Jaime I have been doing equally important things!
Jaime: Damon.... you spent an entire day setting up and modeling in a tastefully nude photo shoot with your two championship belts as if you were posing for PlayGirl or OnlyFans.
Damon: How dare you! That was for the Christmas card I'm sending to America Jackson to welcome him to the team. It was an important gesture of friendship.
Jaime looks completely dumbfounded at Damon's explanation.
Damon: I appreciate your concerns Jaime... however I do not have the same concerns. I know I'm in for a fight and I know I'll have to prepare, but even if it makes me out as complacent... I need to relax sometimes. Adam Dante said no champion is an island, but that doesn't mean I can't pretend I'm on one for one more day.
The scene fades out as Damon finishes his virgin mojito and Jaime shakes his head at his partner.
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Damon doesn't want to admit it, but Jaime had been right. Although the whole situation feels like a joke to Damon he still didn't take it seriously enough. Regardless of who he would be facing it would still be a match for his APW World Championship. With Jaime's concerns echoing in his head Damon finds himself lacing up his wrestling boots in a local wrestling school's gym. Across from him stands his original tag team partner and partner in life: his husband Nathan Warrens.
Nathan: So you said you were wanting to try out some new moves?
Damon: Yeah... Jaime's worried that I'm not taking this match seriously enough so I thought I should come up with new tactics... I mean the knee is good and reliable, and the diving stunner typically is the one shot killer... but in my last championship defense both of those seemed to not be enough... so it's time to add some new weapons to the arsenal.
Nathan: Okay so let's see what you've got.
The two men lock up with Damon getting the power advantage at first, before Nathan is able to escape a waist lock. They go to lock up again, but Nathan evades and rolls Damon up, before rolling into a low roundhouse kick to the head. He grabs Damon and goes for a DDT, but Damon twists behind him. The Nitemare grabs his husband in a reverse headlock. He drops down, spinning a bit so Nathan's upper spine crashes on to Damon's right knee, his hand pushing down on Nathan's chest helping to increase the force of the impact. Nathan barely has time to yelp in pain as Damon immediately lifts him back up into a reverse headlock before snapping around hitting a rolling cutter that spikes Nathan head first into the mat. Damon covers for an imaginary three count. He helps Nathan to his feet.
Nathan: Wow yeah... that fucking hurt. Should do the trick.
Damon: If it doesn't though I have a follow up... do you mind?
Nathan goes back to a prone position with Damon covering him. Damon then slides quickly to again wrap his arm around Nathan's neck. He lifts Nathan to a kneeling position before reaching behind his own back with his left arm to clasp his hands together and constricting Damon's right arm around his husband's neck exponentially causing Nathan to immediately tap out. Damon releases the hold and Nathan coughs for a few moments before standing up and breathing heavily.
Nathan: Yeah so...if you ever practice that on me again we're getting a divorce.
Damon puts his hands up and mouths "sorry" in response.
Nathan: If you lock that in...it won't matter how big and bad that Bull guy is.... he still needs to breath...
Damon: That's my hope. I figured the back breaker could set up the cutter or the sleeper... and if one doesn't work....immediately move to the other. Makes it harder to predict.
The two Canadians continue talking strategy as the scene fades out.
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Damon Warrens lies comfortably on a patio daybed as the un shines down on him. The light glimmers off of his two championships, the Tag Team and World Heavyweight, as the rest over his ribs. The only item of clothing covering his otherwise bare flesh is a merlot red speedo hiding just the necessities. As the Devil Himself basks in the sun there is an aura of pure calmness about him. As if nothing in the world could crack his relaxed resolve. Without looking at the camera, presumably being operated by Jaime Cortez, Damon begins to speak.
Damon: Complacent...... that's what I am APW. Complacent. According to Adam Dante complacent is what I have become as world champion. Now for those of you who don't understand what such a large word means... complacency is a smug self-satisfaction especially accompanied by an unawareness of actual dangers or deficiencies. Now... Adam Dante may have a point. Have a been smug? Absolutely. Am I satisfied with myself and my accomplishments? Correct. Where I beg to differ however is with the concept of being unaware of dangers and deficiencies.
Damon tilts his head so he is looking at the camera.
Damon: I am well aware that there are numerous dangers in my position. I have done something no one has ever accomplished in APW. To not only hold the World Championship, but also be a Tag Team Champion at the same time. The only other man to hold two championships simultaneously is my own partner America Jackson. When you reach heights like that the whole world wants to gun for you. Hungry up and comers looking to prove themselves like Hale Cassidy..... predictable journeymen like John Blade..... the revolving door of gimmicks that is Jason Ryan.... predators like Derek Wellings...everyone wants to be a god like myself and America.
Damon looks to his two championships and beams with pride.
Damon: But none of them have managed to even come close to dethroning the kings. So while I know there's certainly danger even from lesser foes I think what Adam Dante has wrong is.....I'm not unaware...I'm uncaring. There is truly only one legitimate danger to my reign and as I have made abundantly clear it is a danger I am actively pursuing. Management however has a very different idea of who deserves a shot at the Devil Himself. They give me men I have already beaten...numerous times. Then... no one. They don't book their WORLD CHAMPION for a pay-per-view. What lunacy is that?
Damon looks incredulously at the camera. He is absolutely baffled by the decisions of his bosses.
Damon: They build up for a week or so on Twitter some mystery challenger. I get ominous tweets from my soon to be number one contender. I make it clear in every response that I have no interest in fighting people who did nothing to earn a shot. I have no interest in wasting my time on handouts as seems to be this company's policy as of late. I want challengers who have put in the work. Opponents who have fought for their opportunities. Someone to respect standing across from me. I knew that whoever was behind this Twitter account was none of those. I even called out that I had a feeling my opponent would be some c-list slasher movie villain... or some Action Wrestling reject they pulled out from the gutters. And so we get to the big reveal and....
Damon leans forward, pausing for dramatic effect.
Damon: well actually before the reveal first we all had to listen to Adam Dante try his darndest to be the meanest boss he could. He had to prattle on about how I feel it's my right to have my championship welded to my shoulder for life. He threatened to turn my world to tin and show me what a devil really is!
As Damon mocks Adam Dante he shakes his fist as if to imitate Dante's attempt at scolding him.
Damon: Adam..... how delusional you are. My championship was never a "God given right"... it was a right I EARNED. Something Corey Bull apparently doesn't have to do. My world is gold not because I have a budding friendship with the 'boss' like Mr. Bull seems to have... but because I EARNED my world of gold. I have spent more time in this company with gold on my shoulder than I have without it. You can try to turn my world to tin by sending any washout you want from Action wrestling... but I will always make it gold again. But enough about you Adam. Let's get back to our big reveal. After this Tweets.... after all this anticipation.... I get......Corey Bull.
Damon puts his hands up and shakes his head. He had clearly not known who Bull was prior to the reveal.
Damon: Who? I genuinely had no fucking clue who Corey Bull is. I'm not exaggerating I thought at first that Corey Bull was that one guy from Man Made Gods.... but it turns out THAT Corey has actually won a world championship in Action Wrestling. Nonono I don't find myself fighting World Heavyweight Champion Corey Black... I get former Hardcore Champ Corey Bull. So I was right. After all the mystery and my challenger was revealed to be a c-list slasher villain AND an Action Wrestling reject. A man who couldn't climb the mountain in his own company and so with a few pulled strings and a handy or two under the boss's table managed to get himself a shot at THE most dominant world champion Alpha Pro Wrestling has EVER had.
Damon raises his head high with a greater than thou flair. The sun hits his chiseled jawline perfectly.
Damon: I know what you thought Corey.... you thought you were coming to a small pond to be the big fish. You figured well...APW isn't Action Wrestling... maybe I'll actually thrive there. Problem is though Corey is you came here thinking you were the biggest and baddest fish in the pond.... but you forgot that there have been two sharks taking turns circling the waters since January. So long as America Jackson and I are here in APW you will never be the big fish. You could always try to win the Hardcore title since that's more your level! It's one of the few titles that neither America nor myself currently carry so you might actually have a chance at winning it.
That so called 'complacent' smugness of Damon's seeps out in his words.
Damon: Now I'll be fair to you Corey... you are six foot ten. You do weigh three hundred and eighty five pounds... and only five of those belong to your ugly fucking Slipknot mask you insist on wearing. Yeah you look like you've probably eaten a few people alive and somehow gotten away with the crimes because of an insanity plea or two. But what has any of that gotten you? Your physical stature only changed how loudly you slapped the mat when you tapped out to Carter Shaw at Execution. Your size and power didn't help you fend off the Lost Breed. Your level of violence didn't keep the AW Hardcore Championship around your waist. And none of it will matter when you try to wrest this from my hold.
Damon holds up his World Championship.
Damon: Mr. Bull do you know how I got this championship? Do you know why I am the greatest world champion in APW's history? I am a man who has had to EARN my accolades. Irina ...well she wasn't my biggest fan. I didn't call in some favours with the boss to get my shots. I won. And I kept winning. You boast because it took eight men to eliminate you from a rumble match. I outlasted, outfought, and outwitted THIRTEEN men to WIN a match. I went on to out wrestle one of the greatest to lace up a pair of boots. I outsmarted the Sitch...a man much stronger than I. I have had to fight harder than anyone else to get what I have earned and that makes me the most dangerous man in this or any company.
Damon's voice becomes quite serious. The smug look is now gone replaced by a chilling gaze, his head tilted every so slightly.
Damon: Corey.... you told Charlie Ross that there was only one alpha in Action Wrestling.... it's never been you though and that won't change here. I am THE alpha. Anyone who has tried to change that found themselves left laying eventually. So I'll take your challenge...I'll prove to you that no matter what company you run to you won't be the alpha... I'll use you as training for the true battle of alphas ...at Omega when I take on the man who rightfully should be challenging me. I will..... what is it you say.....right... D.E.A.T.H. ...... Definitively Eviscerate Another Talentless Handout.
Damon calms and sits back on the patio bed.
Damon: Corey.. you may have convinced yourself that I am a man who merely puffs his chest and hurls insults. You may think you have intimidated me somehow by learning how to send vague Tweets. You may think that this is your chance to feel like the alpha..... well Corey... I call Bull shit.
Damon lays back again paying no mind to the camera and relaxes as the feed cuts out and the scene fades to black.
