pin

What graves thought was a simple pin was anything but, the gods of fiction frowned upon the man fresh from the gimmick closet and they were unimpressed.

As he lay upon the champion of X-treme, sovereign of all things 24/7, the air around Michael began to resonate with a violently hum. So heavy was the air with this sound Graves could physically feel himself vibrating with the pulsating sound. Louder it grew until it was thunder in his ears.

Panic struck and he stood looking to the skies, the fear in his eyes asked the questions his mouth could not, but was not the sky that answered. Nay, no god, it was the fire and fury of Atara's mighty and righteous pimp hand.

Right across the cheek, baby powder manifesting from the void, she slapped the muthafuckin piss out of graves with a forehand. Was that enough...no. Themis, titaness of Justice, was where Atara's namesake came from. Balance in all things!

A backhand, the envy of a Williams sister, blistered Michael's opposite cheek and lifted him the ground. He whimpered...like a dog and looked up his master.

She said only one thing....

"Kickout"