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THE FUTURE!


Be it in the bedroom or the ring; Gravy: Fucks everything up!


As he woke from a trippy fortnight of superabundant fuckery. Crawling out the mountain of bloody, mangled, and yes BIG BREASTED naked bodies like a loathsome zombie rising from the Gravy-grave and standing over his butchery like HE was on the ACTUAL cover of DOOM, but like, in an alternate universe where demons overtake the world and the only actual human is Micheal Graves...




Forget it, you don't care what I meant by that. What you're interested in is all those bodies and the role Gravy played in putting them there... 

"Experience isn't always good, baby, you can be a master of doing something bad your entire life and only know when you cum up against a true professional."

"Pleasure ain't my thing, but pain? I've mastered pain my whole fucking life and a world of pain is what I'm bringing to Vegas. Dick, I'm going to beat you raw, boy! Something else I'm a master at! Then I'm taking that TV title as payment for the experience of a lifetime! You're welcome!"

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Sadly... Now... Or a couple of days post Relentless






Gravy crawled out of his makeshift tent and stretched with a wakeful yawn. It was a new day, and for the first time in a while, Micheal could see hope on the horizon. A one way ticket out of Hobotown USA and into BIG CITY LIVING!




And all Micheal needed to do to achieve this goal was beat a Dick.




"Wait, wut?"


Beat a Dick!


"No, I heard ya! I'm just a little shook that the former Wednesday Night Wrecker couldn't last the night on a Friday or a Sunday, while ole Gravy sat right in the middle; Fucking night 2, match 2, and -->I<-- kneed my way to fucking victory over a former EX-Treme champion to become King of The Fucking Midcarders! at the biggest show of the year."


"Which is fitting, I suppose, since the actual King was busy "borrowing" my skin to secure the Universe for himself after the fucking COLD - HARD - FUCKING - FLOOR of MSG ROBBED ME OF IT ONLY WEEKS PRIOR! STUPID FUCKING FLOOR!"


Gravy stomped the ground despite this being Cali, land of the hobos, and not MSG.


"It ain't all sour grapes, though. Only bitches piss n' moan about shit they can't change. Me? I made the most out of what I had to work with."




"Say what you will about LSM and her shitastic year of underperforming her underdeveloped masked nobody bullshit; I Had My Way with a bonafide professionally trained athlete."


"So what happens to an admitted untrained asshat steps into the ring with me? A man without fear, of what happens to you! Bones break, flesh tears, and everything else can be mangled or removed. I'll do what it takes to lay that Dick down, don't doubt that for a second, I just worry that Dick won't be up for the challenge!"


"A bonafide sissy boy that's only here in the first place, cause he went on some nerd market and bought his way into the business! He knocked off Bobby Bourbon to win the belt you say?"


"Fuck you, Bourbon was spent halfway through skinning Myst's hide Savages ago. He looked it as he barely rose to the challenges of Marf and Lux! Dick knew it as well as everyone else! He keeps track of his investments on a fuicking 8k home theater! How else do you think he knows just when to swoop in and take advantage of a situation?"


"Though, taking advantage is a characteristic that we share."


"You'll see."


"It's all your own fault, Dick! You picked the wrong time and the wrong place to schedule one of your rare appearances! Soon as you saw Gravy announced as the next challenger, you should have turnt tail and ran back to the confines of whatever ass or asses were waiting on you at home, but instead you doubled down on the chance to make a decorated XWF veteran look like ass in front of the world."


"Bravo! You tasted blood in the waters and you called your shot, just like I'm calling mine right now!"


The King of Cockery may may have usurped a "That Time of the Year" BOB-bee, but this war machine of piss and fire has a force driving me to shove my fucking knee so far up into your fucking gut, that me and Brucette finally have a "new girl" to talk to over in the gender confusion wing of the XWF."


Gravy rubbed his hands together


"Mark Flynn proved me right! I am the Master of the Universe," A sour grimace fell over him. "but his stupid smart ass figured out all the moving parts before I could! He cheated, but STILL! I'm right! I can do it! These fucking awful, clumsy, achey, athuritic, BROKEN, hands CAN DO IT!!!"


"And even if not, a solid knee will make a good substitute!"




"Anyway, Gravy's got a fat stack of cash from Relentless, and two weeks before that big title oppertunity in Vegas. You know what that means, right?"

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A handsomely cleaned up Gravy entered the club and sat next to the stage where the topless dancers were performing, accompanied by the lively blues trio. A waitress in a bathing suit came to the table.


"There's a one drink minimum per show, I hope you saw the sign when you walked in."


"Yes, I saw. It's no problem"


"What can I bring you, dear?"


"What are my options?"


"Whatever you want, all drinks are ten bucks!"


Gravy looked around the club as though he were searching for someone.


"Say, the guy that owns this place; he around by chance?"


The waitress looked Gravy over before deciding what to say. "Who wants to know?"


Gravy leaned in close with his yellowed toothy smile.


"I'm looking to place a large wager on a rasslin' match, honey. Just go fetch the boss."


Gravy may have looked cleaned up, but his breath could still kill a rhino, as was evidenced by the sickly look on the waitresses face as she left his side. As he waited, Gravy ogled and drooled over the dancers on stage, but he did not part with a single bill. Eventually a fat, greasy, Italian approached the table that Gravy sat at. At his side, two men. Obviously high class security.


"I understand that you're interested in placing a wager?"


Gravy faced the man from his seat, sucking his teeth as he analyzed the potential threat in front of him.


"Yeah, a pretty big one."


"Oh yeah!?"


"Yeah!"


"And what makes you think that I care about that? Look around buddy, this is a gentlemen's club!"


"So? You're a greaser, right? If you ain't runnin' an illegal gambling ring, what the fuck are you doing?"


"Running a classy establishment, of which I no longer think you belong. I'm sorry buddy, but I'm going to need to ask you to leave."


Gravy shook his head; "No way, pal! I need to place this bet and I ain't leaving till I do!"


"It's ain't an option, buddy!"


The two bodyguards grabbed Gravy under each arm and drug him out of his seat!


"FUCKING TOUCH ME!?!"


Gravy began flailing wildly, breaking free of the guards grip! As they moved to restrain him again, Gravy caught one with a knife edged chop to the throat while the other took hold of his other arm. Gravy spun around and kicked ole boy right in the jewels before clumsily judo flipping him over his shoulder and through the table he was just sitting at.


Gravy slowly paced towards the owner as he backed away.


"Now, about my bet. I want to put 5k on me to beat Dick Powers for the XWF Television Championship. You willin', or do I need to do some more convincing?"


The owner quickly dropped to his knees and began to plead with Gravy.


"Please, please understand! I don't have enough to cover such a large bet!"


Gravy stomped forward. "BULLSHIT! I see what you got!" Gravy motioned around the club. "All that pussy don't come for free, an' judging by the quality here..." Gravy made sexy eyes to a hot blonde. She vomited on the spot. "You must be swimming in the cash!"


"No, no, I swear! I'm barely making ends meet! I pull in lots, but my expenditures just keep going up and up! I'm this close to going under! I swear!"


Gravy took a second look around the place as he considered his options.


"Yeah, inflations a bitch. Fuck Biden! Hey, maybe that's what Dick can do after I end his playtime vacation in the XWF! Go shove that tree stump down Biden's throat and fuck the the fuckin' dementia out of skull so he can remember that he stole the fucking election in the first place, just like Dick Powers is stealing fucking glory from hardly hard working sons of bitches like ME!"


"He lives in luxury! He swims in juicy cunts! He has it MADE! Yet STILL, he gets his jollies out of showing up four times a year to try and embarrass some poor schlub and expand his already over inflated ego into actually thinking that he's worth a fuck in a wrestling ring! He ain't! He knows he ain't! The only reason he THINKS he is, is because he's a mark for his own fucking shit! HE knows he's fighting schlubs, and he's about to find out what happens when he's NOT fighting one! Whether or not he realizes it before the bell will depend on whether he's willing to take a timeout from all the Austin Power's cosplayin' and actually watch some tape to see exactly what he's gotten himself into!"


"That's all well and good, buddy, but I still can't take your bet!"


Gravy growled just like a damned dog.


"BUT! I know somebody that can, and will!"


That seemed to lighten Gravy up a little.


"Oh yeah? Who!?"


"A guy I know! He owns a place up the strip, but there's one problem!"


Irritation seemed to return to Gravy.


"Yeah, what's that?"


"He ain't going to take such a low bet! You're going to need to come up with some more capital!"


Gravy sneered! "I ain't got no more capital!" Micheal balled his fist and lunged forward.


"Wait!"


He did! "What!?"


"I might know of a way for you to make some extra cash!"


"Oh yeah!? I ain't looking for work, I'm looking to make that easy money!"


"It doesn't get easier than this! You could make a sex tape! I know a guy!"


"You seem to know lots of guys!"


"Hey, it pays to be connected in this town!"


Gravy mauled over the idea for a moment.


"I don't know. I usually have trouble finding girls willin' to let me pay THEM for sex. You sure somebody's gonna wanna be paying me to do it?"


"I don't know, honestly! It's going to boil down to how famous you are, but I figure a big time wrestler, your age, challenging for a title? Must be made of something, right?"


Gravy's name doesn't carry much prestige in the business, more of a black plague that links to a past rather forgotten, but Lane just can't seem to shake.


"Ain't nobody with more draw than Gravy!"


"Great! I'll make the call!" He looks for some sort of confirmation that it's okay to get up.


"Yeah, go do that..."


He did, and Gravy turned to help the busted bodyguards up as well.


"Sorry boys, I just don't like people touching me's all."


They seemed to understand as they limped away groaning.

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"Hey Dick, looks like I'm makin' a porno! Of course, we all know how that ends, but there's more fun to be had getting to the climax than in the act itself, wouldn't you agree!?"


"Just like all the fun I'm going to have taking the most SENSITIVE and DELICATE parts of your body and inflicting pain to the heights of the wildest pleasures they've ever known! Called me a mid-carder!? Can't argue the the perception, but perception ain't been paying the closest of attention lately, has it? Nah, most of you dummies ain't even invested in BarnCoin yet! Ain't a fuckin' wonder your shit's been coming up missing!"


"Oh, and I heard you throwing my name around with false accusations! Slander bitch! Press charges or shut the fuck up! I'll Depp/Manson your bitch ass! Gravy could use $10,000,000.00 or so worth of XWF stock! Imagine all the shit I could bring back, LITERALLY!!!"


Gravy leaned back with a deep and somewhat disturbing laugh.


"Oh! As fun as watching you fuck yourself with frozen potatoes would be, I think I'll instead focus my fucking efforts on taking over the Universe, and that starts with you, Dick! Because YOU agreed to step back into the limelight and YOU took advantage of a championship ripe for the picking. Problem is, I already had my sights set on that belt, and I don't plan on leaving without it."


If that means Gravy gotta whittle away at that wood until ain't nothing left but a little prick, then so fucking be it. Wouldn't be the first board member Gravy had his way with, and definitely ain't going to be my last..."


Gravy stared creepily at a Polaroid of Theo Pryce, but soon snapped out of it.


"The Universe! As tempting as Theo's booty is, I can't forget about the Universe, and that belt you currently claim possession of; it may just be a trinket to show off to all the girlies for you, but for me it's a Goddamned golden guarantee at another chance to flay Mark Flynn, and this time with the Universe on the line!"


"I ain't done yet, and come Savage I prove it by taking the part time pretty boy OUT and then plowing through however many fuckers it takes to turn that MIDCARD championship into a chance at taking the Universe by force!"


"You want a show, baby!? That's your whole schtick, right? Give the fans a show and show them just how easy all of this is? Well, darlin, I'm on board to give the people a show! It may be a creepshow, but it'll be a show for certain. The only part I'm changing is the part where I show YOU just how HARD this business can get!"


"Now go along and prove Dick's just a pussy in disguise by naming your as far away from Xtreme stipulation as possible, so I can get on to figuring out just how I'm going to finalize our little story together!"

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From one sleazeball to the next, Micheal found himself in the company of a balding middle aged man. Every finger dressed in gold rings and plenty of chains hanging from his neck.


"You're a big time wrestler, huh?" He asked from across his desk.


"The biggest!" Micheal said, as he threw a foot up on said desk.


"Oh yeah?" He said as he glared at Gravy's dirty boot. "Then how come I've never heard of ya?"


"Cause you're a dummy who watches the wrong shit? I don't know!"


With a sigh; "Listen, I can't make a film if there isn't an audience. Realistically, how big are we talking?"


"Main event!"


Sleazeball cocks an eyebrow.


"What show?"


"Wednesday Warfare just a month ago, and Savage in a couple of weeks!"


A sleazy nod of approval, XWF is a BIG TIME, highly watched show.


"Okay, have you held any titles recently?"


"Uh... No, not really, BUT! I did challenge for the top title in the company last month!"


"Did ya win it?"


Gravy squirmed in his seat.


"No... BUT! I'm challenging for a title again this Savage!"


"Oh yeah? A rematch, huh?"


"Uh..." Gravy squirmed some more. "No, not exactly. It's for the TV title against a guy named Dick Powers."


"Dick Powers!? I know THAT guy! Great guy! Always fun when he comes into town!"


Gravy was the one cocking an eyebrow now.


"How in the fuck do you know Dick Powers and not Micheal Graves!?!"


"Micheal Graves? I know Micheal Graves!"


"You do? Then WHY did you act like you didn't!?!"


"Because you kept calling yourself Gravy! I've never heard of this Gravy person before!"


"If you don't know Gravy, how the fuck do you know Micheal Graves? I've gone by Gravy for YEARS!"


"I don't know, I just know of Micheal Graves because he's the..." Seazy McSleazer seemed to realize the blunder he was walking into as his eyes widened.


"He's the what?"


Albeit, he realized it too late.


"The... Pedo...fuck... wrestler..."


Gravy leered at the sleazeball and fantasized all of the ways that he could make him scream for weeks.


"BUT THIS IS A GOOD THING!"


"It is!?"


"YES!!! WE CAN SELL THIS! WE HAVE A MOVIE!!!"


Oh God... TBC