Post by america on Dec 27, 2020 20:17:12 GMT -5
We cut to backstage at Harvey Berlin’s Holiday Spectacular where America Jackson is being checked over by the trainers in his locker room after his match. He stands up suddenly and the camera pans back to reveal APW Champion Damon Warrens!
Damon: Wow what a match champ. Of course victorious yet again… but Felicity she gave you quite the fight. Still not one hundred percent sure why you were fighting in a distribution centre… but I’ll be honest I don’t understand most of what goes on here.
America: Hell, at this point I’m just happy to count the wins. Whatever they wanna throw before ‘em is on them.
Damon: Fair… now don’t be shocked that I’m about to be caring, but I’m genuinely wanting to see how you are. Holidays are approaching...super family and love centric… which I know at the least the former can be a kinda.. tough topic for you.
America: Got my share of good memories. Keep ‘em in the past, much as anything. Figure forward’s the only way to go. Last thing I want is to be sour about all the folks still out here making good ones.
Damon looks pleasantly surprised at America’s response.
Damon: That’s...actually surprisingly mature… you shock me every day kid. Well I’m glad you’re doing okay then… I was actually going to let you know you’re more than welcome to join my family if you have no where to celebrate.
Warrens gives America a slight smirk showing some genuine warmth from a typically cold man.
America: I...thank you, but I actually have something planned. That said, there *is* something I wanted to give you.
America moves over to his locker, pulling it open and turning back to produce a somewhat clumsily wrapped gift. Damon’s smirks grows wide into a full smile. Without a word he lifts an immaculately wrapped box.
Damon: That’s really kind of you. It actually makes this less awkward… wasn’t really sure how you’d react to me getting you something.
America laughs a little as they exchange gifts.
America: Look at me, saying Merry Christmas to the Devil.
Damon returns a laugh.
Damon: Well.. 2020 HAS been pretty fucked up. But yeah.. Merry Christmas America.
America: Merry Christmas...partner.
Damon: Wow what a match champ. Of course victorious yet again… but Felicity she gave you quite the fight. Still not one hundred percent sure why you were fighting in a distribution centre… but I’ll be honest I don’t understand most of what goes on here.
America: Hell, at this point I’m just happy to count the wins. Whatever they wanna throw before ‘em is on them.
Damon: Fair… now don’t be shocked that I’m about to be caring, but I’m genuinely wanting to see how you are. Holidays are approaching...super family and love centric… which I know at the least the former can be a kinda.. tough topic for you.
America: Got my share of good memories. Keep ‘em in the past, much as anything. Figure forward’s the only way to go. Last thing I want is to be sour about all the folks still out here making good ones.
Damon looks pleasantly surprised at America’s response.
Damon: That’s...actually surprisingly mature… you shock me every day kid. Well I’m glad you’re doing okay then… I was actually going to let you know you’re more than welcome to join my family if you have no where to celebrate.
Warrens gives America a slight smirk showing some genuine warmth from a typically cold man.
America: I...thank you, but I actually have something planned. That said, there *is* something I wanted to give you.
America moves over to his locker, pulling it open and turning back to produce a somewhat clumsily wrapped gift. Damon’s smirks grows wide into a full smile. Without a word he lifts an immaculately wrapped box.
Damon: That’s really kind of you. It actually makes this less awkward… wasn’t really sure how you’d react to me getting you something.
America laughs a little as they exchange gifts.
America: Look at me, saying Merry Christmas to the Devil.
Damon returns a laugh.
Damon: Well.. 2020 HAS been pretty fucked up. But yeah.. Merry Christmas America.
America: Merry Christmas...partner.
