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Jokers Wild. - GraysonStinger - 01-01-2015



A webcam shimmers to life as Grayson Stinger leans forward and rests his chin in his hands.


I've been neglecting my duties to my match this week, and for that I apologize Gator. I've been rather consumed by hatred the past week. I've either been drunk and partying, or scouring the internet for weapons that I desire.

Stinger takes a swig from the bottle of Ciroc sitting next to him and pulls out some playing cards. He shuffles the deck in his hands as he stares into the lens of the camera.

You have been one the greatest competitors here and normally I would look forward to facing you. But times have changed. You've lost so many matches recently that I'm not scared of you or intimidated by you anymore.

Stinger downs the rest of the bottle.

Now let me be clear. I don't hate you. I don't like you, but I definitely do not hate you. I mean, we've never shared a ring, we've never bickered, we've never had any issues of any kind. So I want you to know that what I do in our match is not personal. It's just business. It's just survival.

Now...I have a message for the two freaks who plan on invading my match on Monday. When you show your ugly faces, you will die. You pissed off someone with a lot of money, a lot of connections, and who is insane enough to use all of those for the wrong reasons. It would be wise for you to stay away from me. To stay away from Gilmour.

Monday night is about redemption. Monday night is about retribution. Monday night is for revenge. Mastermind, that means you drew the short stick. You have no idea what you're in for. Hell, even I don't know.

Stinger looks down and flips through the cards slowly

We're going to play a game on Monday night. A game that won't be about who wins, but about who loses less. I don't know what will happen, because last week saw me reaching the point of no return.

You all came up short. You all gambled and pushed the envelope. You all turned over a deadman's hand.

You've been warned.