The scene opens inside of an old ran down hotel room with a tight shot on Gravy’s face, his tongue hanging partially out of his mouth and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. As the camera pulls away, we see that he is sitting in front of a small folding table with dinerware and candle light. Blood soaks the chest of his formerly white dress shirt and It’s obvious that this is Graves making an attempt at mocking Engy’s last promo.
Wait…
OH MY GOD, IS THAT HIS HEART LAYING ON THE DINER PLATE IN FRONT OF HIM!?!
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“You’re right Engy, love does hurt...”
Graves springs to life as he softly grazes the cold exterior of the human heart with the tips of his fingers.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“You know, it’s tough hearing your bestie (no offense Cad) tell you how he really feels, when how he feels hurts so bad...”
Graves brings his blood covered fingers up to his lips and licks them clean one by one.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“You hurt me Engy, you hurt me real bad, but it’s ok, I still love you. See, you’re not the first person to doubt my abilities, and you won’t be the last, that’s for sure. People around here seem to think I’m a lot of things. Delusional, schizophrenic, past my expiration date. Pretty much everyone that I climb into the ring with doubts me. They write me off before the opening bell even rings, and that turns out to be their undoing. See, you commented earlier about my rocky record. You obviously did so without actually taking the time to look into that record for yourself. You just bought into everyone else’s crap. It’s fine though, I’m not mad. I just expected more out of a guy who spent weeks closely looking over cadidents to be his partner and then ultimately chose me. Seems a bit odd that you would overlook such a simple, yet important detail. Make me wonder just how thorough your work in the ring is as well?”
Graves takes a moment to tuck a napkin into the collar of his already stained shirt.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“See Engy, what you did in that last promo was teach me a lesson. You taught me that a friend can indeed tell the cold hard truth, and at the end of the day, not ruin that bond between them. So in return, that’s exactly what I’m going to do for you.”
Graves, fork and knife in hand, slices a small sliver of meat from the heart and places it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“Your steak...”
Graves pauses to finish chewing and swallow.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“Your streak, while impressive, isn’t quite what you try to make it out to be. Sure, you’ve had a few tough challenges laid in your path, but come now Engy… You can’t brag about being undefeated all the while complaining about the lack of competition in the XWF. Who are you trying to compare me to? Who on this roster is so very good that they make ole Gravy look like gutter trash in your eyes?
Chris Chaos?
Beat him!
Robert Main?
Beat him!
Cadryn Tiberius?
Ummm… Yep, beat him!
Peter Gilmour?
HA!
Of course I’ve beat him!
The fact of the matter is this Engy, the roster right now… it’s not exactly what it used to be. I’m not saying that there isn’t talent on it, but the depth of talent is sorely lacking. Once there was a time that you, in the position that you’re in, would be hard pressed to keep up with the challengers lining up at your door. One after the other, they would slowly wear you down until finally your body gave out and you had no choice but to submit to the will of another man and drop that title for no other reason than the fact that you just couldn’t keep up with the pace.
Nowadays you’re hard pressed to be presented with a real challenge even once a month. You may not be resting on you keister intentionally, but you’re still doing it. Again, I don’t want to take anything away from you bea, undefeated is undefeated after all. Just some food for thought.
And while you’re pondering over that tidbit, why not also examine the facts when it comes to ole Gravy as well? You claim that now isn’t my time because I’m just returning from an injury. Do you even know what took me out of the ring?
Go on and google it, I’ll wait…
That’s right, a torn meniscus.
Now, do you happen to know what the average recovery time for such an injury is right off hand?
No?
Sigh… go ahead and Google that one as well…
YES! Four to six weeks.
Now, one final question for ya buddy… How many weeks did I take to rehab?
That is correct, twelve weeks.”
Graves cuts another slice of the heart, bigger this time and shoves it into his mouth. Forgoing formalities, he continues talking with his mouth full.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“Do you really think me so simple that I would return to action before I had given my body adequate time to heal? Listen dude, I’m tough as nails. I push through injuries, I ignore pain, hell, sometimes I even revel in it, but I’m not a moron.
If it’s ring rust that you’re considering may be my downfall, fear not. It doesn’t take much practice to hit things till they’re mush. I think I’ve still got it.”
Graves nods reassuringly.
”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“One more thing before I go… Cadryn is a little dick stained bitch, but he’s my dick stained bitch, so lay off, k?
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