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A Grave Retribution
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03-01-2017, 10:45 PM


A Grave Retribution
Continued fallout from Savage



A gourd of XWF fandom covers the paved ground. Colton Kato exits his jeep in the parking lot of some XWF event. Wrestlers are lined up on fold-out tables signing autographs. He walks over to check on the happenings. The commotion turns to silence. The audience in line stops to stare. A little girl with a Micheal Graves doll in her hand begins to well-up with tears. Her mother pulls her close. Kato grins then looks awe-struck at the inherit danger he notices by looks deep into the eyes of the people he's hurt. But like a mob of witches with pitchforks in the centuries before, the crowd see's the sad child and revolts with boo's and the throwing of items. A water bottle- A Ghost Tank lunch pale- panties- clearly under staffed for security at this event, the organizers get on hand held microphones to ease the tension... to no avail. The now mobbing gang rocks a small metal gate as one force, then chase Colton into a corner in the parking lot. Out of breath he starts to laugh and fend off the first few people. Saying "very funny". Almost challenging them to hurt him. As if he would somehow be immune. A few of the Savage wrestlers had followed the chase, but even they realized this water Colton filled himself, and was too deep for them to swim into. As the metaphors mounted. Kato threw up his hands. Dropping his duffle bag, then pulling out a wad of cold hard cash. Benjamin's. Dolla' Bills. The crowd gets even more unruly. Offended by the suggestion that money means more to them than the pure unadulterated majestic feeling they get from Micheal Graves in the ring. A large big black woman wearing face paint makes herself known with a loud roar to the rest of the protesters as their alpha-doma-lead-trix. A calm before the storm breaks. She walks up to Kato. Standing several inches taller than him. He looks directly into her fun bags and takes one last large gulp. The hundreds of angry XWF followers rage onto the scene. Kato is no longer seen through the sea of Graves supporters out for blood. A flailing arm, a thrown doll, two tranny's, and a partridge from a pear tree. On the outskirts of the battle the XWF wrestlers look on grimacing for Kato's well-being. A few keep signing autographs with a shrug. Just then, out from under the legs of an ogre in a Vader mask, a battered Kato crawls to the feet of one of the wrestlers; the gang still hurting each other, grabbing and pulling at what they think is the Savage Saturday Night General Manager. He looks up worn out and completely defeated. One of the mob members turns and yells...



"BROTHER KATO! WE KNEW YOU'D COME! THERE HE ISSSS! GET'UM! MMMM YESSS!"

Kato looks up at the wrestler who's knee pad he is holding onto tight. The wrestler shakes his head and takes Colton's hand off. Kato is repelled like in some sort of horror flick backwards by his half torn shirt into the fray of madness again. Full of broken promises. And likely bones.



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