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Griffin MacAlister · (12-30-2020)

"Lets get something straight. Last time I was in the ring, a crime was committed. A life was lost and the XWF as y'all know it... was forever changed. But lets be clear about something. That was not my plan. I didn't set out to fuckin' murder, anyone. How do you know that I'm spittin' the God's honest truth on that one. Cuz if I had those intentions, Peter Gilmour woulda been murked years ago. Look, I know I said I like to set shit up and prepare, that I prefer that things get planned out, in advance but I ain't a mind reader. Which is what I would have to be if I knew Shawn Wylde was comin' up behind me with intent to perform a drop kick. Did I know Shawn was approaching? You're damn right, I did. Did I understand he was ready to attack? No shit, Sherlock. Does that mean I had a copy of his playbook and understood the move he was about to deliver? Nah. I didn't. Did I want to see Peter Gilmour, die? No, absolutely not."

"What's done is done though. There isn't any coming back either. Petes is gone and now, we gotta move on. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and such. Does that seem cold? Yeah, it does but you know what... I'm not here to be your grief councilor. You need one of those, you open up the damn yellow pages and find someone that you want to pay out of your ass to, to hold your hand and cry with you, till then all ya got is me and what am I here to do? Wrestle. That's it. I ain't your therapist. I'm not your best friend. I am a fucking wrestler in the X W motherfuckin' F and I am here to fight. That's it. So get off my back and deal. Or don't and drown in a sea of your own tears. I really don't care. Just leave me out of it."

"Anyways, this Wednesday Night Warfare, I got a match coming up against Barney Green and Marf. X-Treme Rules. Triple Threat. Déjà vu."

"Marf. I don't know a God damn thing about you, man. Not one single fact but you bet your ass, I'm going to learn. I'm going to familiarize myself with everything Marf. Right down to why you're called Marf. Which is one of the worst nicknames ever. And I fought a dude nick-named, Zydeco. Till then, I got one thing to say to this newbie. Dude, if you think that because I haven't been wrestling much, I'm a push over or not someone to be feared... you better get that thought, straight out of your head. Even before the events that recently transpired, I have been a threat and a force to be reckoned cause my objective in the ring is to destroy. Not make a name for myself. Not win titles. Destruction. To shine up my shit kickers, march to the ring and throw the biggest boot party ya ever seen. Win or lose, folks don't leave the ring without presents. Respectably, the audience remembers me and management hasn't been able to tame me, nor do they want to do that. Why? Because when I create chaos they sell tickets."

"I wuz smokin' a fat ass blunt in the parking garage of the main XWF building when Vinnie Lane, rolled up in his hot pink Caddy and he walked up to me and said, after a mighty pull off the blunt... keep up the good work. Then we shared a nod and he walked off. That's the owner of the company. Anybody else, with the sparse matches that I have? That wouldn't be the reaction given. Hell, he thinks Zane Norrison, is the janitor and dude wrestles primarily on - Anarchy! So you see the kinda pull I got and the best part, I didn't kiss anyone's ass to get it. Respect is given, where it's deserved. Where you at in that regard Barf... I mean, Marf? Bottom line, I'm back. I know you don't know what that means in the grand scheme of things but allow me to educate you in the subject. There was a time when I was top billed and everyone knew, to watch the fuck out. We're taking a field trip to those days. Past meets present. Those sparse days of fighting are OVER! The Mechanic is back and I am fiddin' to fix the state of this here federation. One defunct, lackluster, sorry sack o' shit wrestler, at a time."

"Next up there's Barney Green."

"Barns!"

"We go back a long way, don't we? Yeah, we do! I still remember our very first encounter too. You and a tranny train. I never properly paid ya back for that. Yet I never forgot it. How could someone? Even a stoner like me.... remembers. I want you to know that unlike all my fights with Gilly and anyone else in the XWF... this is personal. I aim to brutalize you. You will not walk from the ring of your own accord. Understand this. Know this. I have been saving this hate for a long time, Barns. You will know the true definition of pain. This, I promise you. I'll take fucking Marf and use him, to beat the crap outta you. What will you do? Huh? You're the joke of the federation. The guy that retires every once and a while but never means it. Why? Cause you got so many debts from the addiction to trannie prostitutes? Is that it? That's fucking sick. Especially, nowadays"

"Whatever."

"Barney.... Marf, I'm speaking to you, right off the cuff."

"I am not going into our fight to win."

"I'm going in to dismantle and devastate."

"Familiarize yourself with that logic."

"Failure to do it... will be your downfall."

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