12-29-2013, 10:20 AM
Feed fades into the outside of Gavin Graves' locker-room with Steve Sayors standing near-by.
The last time anyone had heard from Gavin Graves was Christmas Eve when he sent out a message to his co-wrestlers that he would be drinking and they should join him in the spirit of not giving a damn about the holidays. For the past four days his whereabouts have been unknown to most people except for his friend Michael who refused to comment on the situation.
Here I am standing out side of Gavin's dressing who because I have been informed that he is here in the building tonight just hanging out.
The door opens.
It's Gavin.
Who the fuck are you?
Steve Sayors, Mr. Graves. I was hoping that I could ask you a few questions?
Listen, poindexter. Anything that needs to be said, I can address myself.
He pulls back as if he's going to punch Sayors and then Sayors runs off.
Gavin flashes that all-familiar toothy grin.
If anyone really wants to know where I was, I was in the hospital. I got alcohol poisoning and spent my "holidays" in the hospital, which in my opinion is much better than the alternative. Singing carols and sipping eggnog..acting like you give a shit about people you talk to maybe two times a year just with a glimmer of hope that you receive the Hooters 2014 calendar.
I had a bunch of those growing up..something new to beat off to each day.. When I was sixteen that shit was like Christmas..
Wait.. I got off track.. Where was I?
Oh yeah.. Alcohol poisoning. Would anyone care to guess why I got alcohol poisoning?
No?
It's because I had to drink all the liquor and booze myself...But you want to know the really fucked up thing about it? I don't regret it. I always like to test my limits. Which brings me to the point of this whole speaking to the camera bullshit. I am begging someone to accept my challenge. I want to fight, and really show people what I'm made of.. Not Matthew Mitchell.. Not a tag-team match. I want to face my biggest challenge yet.
Keep in mind I'm still undefeated. Now do I have any takers?
The last time anyone had heard from Gavin Graves was Christmas Eve when he sent out a message to his co-wrestlers that he would be drinking and they should join him in the spirit of not giving a damn about the holidays. For the past four days his whereabouts have been unknown to most people except for his friend Michael who refused to comment on the situation.
Here I am standing out side of Gavin's dressing who because I have been informed that he is here in the building tonight just hanging out.
The door opens.
It's Gavin.
Who the fuck are you?
Steve Sayors, Mr. Graves. I was hoping that I could ask you a few questions?
Listen, poindexter. Anything that needs to be said, I can address myself.
He pulls back as if he's going to punch Sayors and then Sayors runs off.
Gavin flashes that all-familiar toothy grin.
If anyone really wants to know where I was, I was in the hospital. I got alcohol poisoning and spent my "holidays" in the hospital, which in my opinion is much better than the alternative. Singing carols and sipping eggnog..acting like you give a shit about people you talk to maybe two times a year just with a glimmer of hope that you receive the Hooters 2014 calendar.
I had a bunch of those growing up..something new to beat off to each day.. When I was sixteen that shit was like Christmas..
Wait.. I got off track.. Where was I?
Oh yeah.. Alcohol poisoning. Would anyone care to guess why I got alcohol poisoning?
No?
It's because I had to drink all the liquor and booze myself...But you want to know the really fucked up thing about it? I don't regret it. I always like to test my limits. Which brings me to the point of this whole speaking to the camera bullshit. I am begging someone to accept my challenge. I want to fight, and really show people what I'm made of.. Not Matthew Mitchell.. Not a tag-team match. I want to face my biggest challenge yet.
Keep in mind I'm still undefeated. Now do I have any takers?