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JimCaedus · (03-11-2017)

”CJ!”

I called out to my friend, but he did not respond. I had killed him. When I shoved him, he hit his head on a piece of rock that was sticking out of the ground. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was mad, I wanted to hurt him, but I didn’t want to kill him.

The next few days were confusing. I was pulled out of school. I didn’t know if I would end up facing charges or not. It was just an altogether bad time in my life. The worst part was probably the day of the funeral and having to see CJ’s mom for the last time. The hate that she had for me, you could see it in her eyes. We didn’t speak a word to one another. I wanted to approach her, to apologize and explain that it was an accident, but I was too much of a coward to do so.

In the end, the police didn’t press charges, it was deemed an accident. That did very little to help ease my guilt. Guilt that was amplified everytime that I had to go into town for something. IT didn’t matter that the police didn’t press charges. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t convicted of a crime. To these people, to my hometown, I had become a monster. A man who murdered his best friend in a fit of rage over a girl. I would never belong, here again, I would never truly be able to call this place home.

Over time I became cold and dead to the world. I was now without a friend, and everyone around me treated me as if I were an outcast. People made it obvious that they didn’t want me around, and that I would be better off dead. Even my own family acted differently towards me after CJ passed away. They still acted as though they loved me, but you could see the true hatred in their eyes. Mama didn’t want to raise a

, but she never planned on raising a murderer. Eventually, I moved away. At the time I thought that it was the only way that I stood a chance of getting a second lease on life. Back home, everything was dead for me, but up north, away from my past, maybe I could make a new go of it.

For the few years that past after CJ’s death, I had been dealing with some very negative emotions. Something dark had overtaken my soul. I began to believe what everyone said about me, I WAS a monster, a villain, I didn’t deserve to live. When I began my wrestling training, I did so with a heavy heart. Back in school, it was always the two of us that was going to break into the business together. CJ and I had dreams of making it to the big leagues and becoming Tag Team Champions together. CJ wasn’t here, though, only me. I had taken him from this world, but I felt that if I followed through without dream, maybe it would be a way of paying respect to him.

Once training was complete the promoter came to talk to me about booking my first match. He had a small list of names for me to use. I refused them all. It’s not common practice to use one’s real name in this business. Usually, you come up with or get assigned some gimmicked name that looks good in lights. Hulk Hogan, Sting, Ultimate Warrior, The Undertaker, none of those are real names. I didn’t want to be known as a gimmicked name, though. It was important to me that I work under my birth name. I did come up with a moniker, though. Because I felt like a monster, but I hoped to one day become a hero, I chose “The Dark Hero” Micheal Graves. I was then convinced to change it to “The Dark Warrior” because apparently “Dark Hero” was already an anime character's moniker in Japan.

From my first match in 1999, until my last match in 2006, I used this name, and I hid my face behind latex paint. I painted my face up in the design of a skull. It was supposed to represent how exposed I was in a business full of gimmicks and con men. Tear away the flesh, and what do you have left? Just bone. I became known as one of the most ruthless and Xtreme wrestlers of my era. There were no lengths that I wouldn’t go to win a match. As much as I wanted to be a hero, I sank deeper into my role as a villain. In the course of that seven-year career, I have murdered numerous people, both in and out of the ring. Over time I ended up becoming the monster that I never wanted to be. The monster that everyone just assumed that I was.

When I left the business, I left that part of myself behind. I married a beautiful woman and had two amazing children. When I decided to make my return to the XWF, my wife was scared. She didn’t want me to return because of who I used to be compared to who I had become. Some of this was explored in early promos for the XWF, but those didn’t tell a full story either. She wasn’t afraid of a demon, as I have explained previously, there never was a demon. At least, not in the literal sense. What Stephanie was afraid of were the personal demons that I had carried for so many years, that I had seemingly left in the ring when I walked away. Those are the demons that she fears returning, and those demons are far more dangerous than any spawn of Satan could ever be.

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Yep, it’s a dark house… hardly any light, and oh look a silhouette of a man… Oh shit, it’s an old school Graves promo!

”Demons

Cadryn, you’ve spent the better part of the week trying to convince the world that you are possessed by a demon. That this demon somehow makes you a stronger, more capable competitor. There are a few problems with your line of thinking, though. First, you are already a fierce competitor. Skill has never been your problem, Tiberius, your problem has always been the fact that you are a lazy fucking limp dick asshole! It’s true that you possess the raw talent in that ring to stand toe to toe with any man here, but your motto is and has always been when the going gets tough, give up! Do you have a better record that me? You’re fucking right you do! Because while I keep getting placed in the ring with the Chris Chaos’s and Robbie Bourbon’s of the XWF, you continue to get fed Random’s and Justin Sayn’s. 5-3-1, who are those 3 losses to,

? They are all to Jim Caedus and Robbie Bourbon. The only REAL competition that you have faced in this company! Every time that you end up in the ring with someone who stands a chance of whipping your ass, you chicken out and out putting up a fight. I guess that’s one way to go about it. At least you can fall back on your bullshit excuse that you didn’t really try because of blah blah blah. When I lose, I fucking LOSE! I go out, and I give it every Goddamned thing I have. I leave it all in the ring every time, and when an opponent beats me, they REALLY beat me. I have no shame in that, no shame in my record. Because at the end of the day, when this career is over. No matter what those numbers state in my win-loss column, I’ll know that I put forth the best effort, and I gave each opponent that I faced the fight of their life.

What can you say about those losses Cadryn? What can you say about your career? You manage to ejaculate over the fact that your fucking record is in the plus every opportunity that you get to open your mouth! Well, you know what, line the absolute bottom of the fucking barrel up in front of me, and let's see who has the better record. You haven’t beat anyone Cadryn, not a single fucking person! At least I’ve managed to best Robert Main, a guy that’s going to be a huge name around here and I’ve managed to earn the respect of the locker room, even in my losing efforts. You’ve barely done that. Sure Jim’s playing nice with you now, acting like he respects you, but here’s the FACTS bitch. Jim doesn’t respect you, he just wants to be done with you. You’ve proven to be nothing more than an annoying fucking pest that just won’t go away. You’re not worth Jim’s time, but you put him in situations that force him to respond to you. Maybe now that he’s stroking that fucking misshapen cock of yours, and saying good boy, you’ll just leave him the fuck alone so that he can ascend through the ranks and become the main eventer that he’s destined to be! He sure as shit can’t do that with you nipping at his heels, just like you couldn’t settle into your spot in the mid card if Justin Sayn continued to try and start shit with you every week.

You have Buronan feeding you full up lies about how I use and abuse you to further my own career. Let’s go ahead and touch base on that shit to while we’re at it. I use you? Get the fuck outta here! You are the one who stalked me from damn near the moment I walked in the door. You’re the one who tried to ride my coattails the minute you realized that I was a returning “legend” in this business. You made every effort to interject yourself into my life, into my promos, and into my home. So much so that you even showed up at my front door. It was you that needed me to get over in this company, not the other way around! Because when I was here last who was I? I was a former World Champion, a main eventer. Who were you? You were a talentless prick who could barely cut a promo, and you got your ass handed to you so hard by a fucking bitch, that you punked out and left for almost a year. Yeah, I’m riding your coattails straight to the fucking top aren’t I?”

The shadowy figure walks toward the camera, into the light. It’s Micheal Graves, and he’s painted up in his classic look. A sinister look falls over his face.

”You were claiming that you had a demon in you boy, but little did you know that I was digging deep to find the real demons that reside in my tortured soul. The Micheal Graves that you know, he can’t harm you. He loves you too much, but I on the other hand. I’m a killer, a murderer. I’m the fucking man of your dreams and the monster hiding under your bed. You may have dropped the drug habit now, but it matters not. Because _I_ don’t give a shit about your habit, I don’t give a shit about your career, and I don’t give a shit about your life! You won’t be the first friend that I’ve murdered, Cadryn, and you won’t be the last either. I’m no longer your slave. I no longer give a shit about you, or what you do to your body. The only thing that concerns me at this point is knocking you and Buronan out of this tournament! You two want to talk about coming to MY house and cutting off MY head. Well that XWF ring is MY home, and if you trespass on MY property, I’ll be the one taking heads!”

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