”It feels so fucking good. Being back that is. I've spent far too long trapped in the subconscious of an aging wrestler who could never live up to his potential. For all intents and purposes. Micheal Graves should be a legend in this company. Once upon a time, he was a very talented athlete. Hell, he;s still far better than he should be considering his age, and how long it has been since he last stepped into a ring. The problem, though, is that he doesn't really give a shit, and he never has. He has freely admitted on numerous occasions that he returned to the XWF for the paycheck. It was his VERY FIRST PROMO! He was talking to his slut of a wife about returning full time. When she questioned him as to why he would even consider doing such a thing, he answered, because of the money. Micheal may try to talk a big game about recapturing some long lost glory, and he may claim to aspire to be the Universal Champion, but the fact is that everything that he does in the XWF, is half-assed. Make no mistake about it, Micheal is upset that people don't remember him, and some small part of him does fantasize about winning the XWFs top prize. However, he was never going to make a real attempt at achieving either goal. Instead, he would have been happy doing just well enough to keep those steady paychecks coming in. That's where I come in. Now that I have captured control of this vessel, I'm about to unleash a force of destruction on the XWF, the likes of which it has never seen before. It all begins at Warfare, when Doc D'Ville and Dark-Weapon: slack jawedGraves take on Nate slack-jawed who I have on good authority, cheats on his taxes, lives off food stamps, and has skipped out on six bastards child support payments. Yet bitches about people taking advantage of government programs designed to helpless fortune people simply survive, just because he's convinced that they are all lazy minorities. His first round partner, another who is too much of a chicken shit to reveal himself before the bell rings. Okay, I get it, the element of surprise. It's not an altogether bad plan, it's just that it won't make a difference. Higgers and company won't be advancing beyond the first round regardless. The element of surprise will do little to help them.”
We pick back up just a few hours from where we last left Micheal and Cadryn. They were making an emergency trip back to Pennsylvania so the Micheal could see his wife. The acid that he dropped almost 24 hours ago somehow had the oddest effect that you could imagine. It canceled out the voices and delusions, and for a while it allowed Micheal to see the world as it truly was. Unfortunately, the effects were not permanent. They only seemed to last 12 hours. Once they wore off, the other voice not only returned but was able to gain full control over Micheal's mind. This entity claims to be a demon, a direct result of DWR's Weapon: project that Micheal was kidnapped and forced to be a part of. Because of this claim, Cadryn has taken to calling this personality “Satan Gravy”. Needless to say, they don't get along too well, but here we are, the two of them stuck in a car together.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”How does your head feel Gravy?”
Micheal doesn't even look up from the cell phone. He just mutters an annoyed response.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Head's fine.”
Cadryn notices the irritation in Micheal's voice. He can't help but feel like something has been off with Micheal since they stopped at that gas station and Micheal decided to turn the car around. That was almost 12 hours ago.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”We haven't really talked about it.”
Cadryn says, referring to Chis Chaos's attack after their match on Savage.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "What's there to talk about? I picked a fight with Chaos, and he's fighting back. It's just the natural order of things.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Why did you pick a fight with him anyway?”
Cadryn doesn't realize that THIS Micheal didn't pick a fight with him at all. It was the other Graves. Perhaps he did it to try and prove something. He probably thought that he stands a good chance at beating Chaos, and if he did, then maybe people would take him seriously. That other Micheal always had a problem with overestimating his abilities. Even when he's in self-pity mode, he thinks he has a chance if he tries really hard.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Why wouldn't I? If I can beat him, I'll get a shot at the Universal Title. If I can't, I continue to waste away I the mid card with you. It's not like I have anything to loose.”
Cadryn is visibly annoyed with what Micheal just said.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Waste away in the mid-card with me? I've thought that we have been doing some good work together. At least with me, people find you interesting.”
For a moment, there is silence. During this silence, Cadryn realizes what he just said, and begins to worry that his Gravy might get mad, and not be his friend anymore, or worse.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that...”
Micheal cuts him off.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "I know exactly what you're saying, and you're right. When he returned, all he did was whine and cry about not being as good as the people here now. Nobody cared about him because he told people not to take notice. He conveyed the message that he was a loser before he even had his first televised match. Now here I am, trying to piece together the broken shambles of this career. However, if it weren't for the fact that you somehow because infatuated with him, then nobody would be talking about us at all. I doubt we would even be allowed to be a part of Lethal Lottery if it weren't for the slim chance that you and I could end up and partners, or enemies in this tournament. That kind of drama makes for good TV, I hear.”
Cadryn is caught off guard by Micheal referring to his actions as if he is speaking about another person entirely.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Um, he? Don't you mean you?”
Micheal realizes his mistake and tries to play it off cool.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Oh, yeah sure. It's just with all the voices I hear and stuff, it's hard to keep track of which me does what.”
Cadryns not buying it. Micheal has been acting weird since that gas station, and that's saying something.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Hey Gravy, want to stop a BK? We can get a whopper and play in the ball pit!”
Graves seems completely uninterested in the notion of eating a whopper.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "No, but I do need to stop at a grocery store to pick up a few things.”
Okay, Cadryn knows something's up now. The Gravy that he knows would never turn down Whoopers and play places, but he decides to play along for now.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”What do you need from the grocery store?”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "What does it matter to you?”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”I don't know, small talk?”
Micheal doesn't see the point of answering Cadryn's query, but in an effort to keep appearances up he does.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "I need to pick up some food that isn't going to balloon me up to 300 pounds before my next match. Tuna, canned chicken, some protein powder. Ya know, road food. ”
Road food? Cadryn thinks to himself. Road food is gummy bears and red bull.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Um, Satan Gravy?”
Micheal whips his head up and glares a hole through Cadryn.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "So you've figured me out?”
Cadryn swallows hard, making a big gulping sound like something out of a cartoon.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Please don't kill me...”
Micheal's intimidating stare quickly changes to a cheerful smile. He begins to chuckle to himself.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Relax, I'm not going to kill you.”
Micheal looks back down to the phone, and Cadryn seems to relax a little.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”You scared me, heh, I thought for sure that you were Satan Gravy, and were planning on killing little ole Cadryn.”
Micheal continues to fumble with the cell phone without looking up.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Oh no, I am the one that you refer to as Satan Gravy. I'm just not going to kill you because I don't know how to drive.”
Micheal chuckles to himself once more. Cadryn puts on a pretend smile and forces out a little laughter as well. It's a very awkward moment.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Don't worry, I don't really want to kill you, I just like fucking with Micheal.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”But you are Micheal.”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "You know what I mean. I was only saying stuff like that because I was trying to push Micheal to the edge of sanity. I needed him as weak as possible so that I could take over. Besides, if I really wanted you dead, you'd be dead.”
Yep, uncomfortable. The two sit there in silence for a while as the continue traveling down the highway. They drive past a sign welcoming them to Big Spring, Texas. Cadryn glances over the GPS, noting that they still have a little over 5 hours left on their trip back to El, Paso.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”There's a Super 8 just down the road. I think that we should pull over and get some rest.”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: ”...”
Micheal doesn't respond, he just continues to fumble with Cadryn's Cell phone. Cadryn switches lanes, preparing to take the exit up ahead.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”So, what are you looking for?”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "I'm watching the XWF site.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Ah, looking for news about who your mystery opponent is?”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Yes.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”I thought that you said it didn't matter who the mystery guy was?”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "It doesn't, not in relation to whether or not I move on to the next round. I'd still like to know who I'm sending to the ER next Wednesday.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Why are you so angry?”
Micheal looks up from the phone, switching its screen off in the process.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”You're always talking about hurting people.”
Micheal smirks and looks over to Cadryn, who is eyes forward, watching the road.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "What business are we in? This is a contact sport, if you aren't looking to maim the other guy, then you're doing it wrong.”
Cadryn glances over to Micheal a few times, trying to judge his temperament.
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Yeah I'm trying to win, but you always talk about sending people to hospitals and what not.”
Cadryn veers right, exiting the interstate.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "That's the fun of it all. I don't just want to beat people, Cadryn. I want to hurt them so badly, that they think twice before stepping up to me again.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”Gravy doesn't think like that. Graves just wants to win matches and get a title.”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "Gravy also doesn't win matches, and fell short of the Hart title. I, on the other hand, wouldn't have.”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”He doesn't lose them all.”
Micheal laughs quite obnoxiously, cutting off Cadryn.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "HAhaHAhaHAhaHA! No, you're right, He doesn't lose them all., With your help, he managed to win against Random and who? Venom Vega?!”
Cadryn Tiberius: ”It was a decisive victory though.”
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "It was as impressive as kicking babies into traffic. Every time that Micheal has been faced with a real opponent, he has failed. Micheal Graves is an inferior being.”
Cadryn pulls the car into the Super 8 parking lot. He hops out and heads inside to pay for a room. Micheal, on the other hand, remains in the car.
Dark-Weapon: Micheal Graves: "You know, it's a pretty fucking sick state of affairs when you realize that the son of a bitch that's been controlling your body is such a complete waste of space, that even your tag team partner talks shit about you in his Lethal Lottery promo. Doc doesn't see me as an asset. He's just hoping that I stay out of his way while he wins the match for us. Docs good, and there's no doubt that he could win this one on his own, but that's not happening. When the teams were announced for round 1 of LL, everyone thought that I was lucky. They said that Doc would carry me into the next round guaranteed. IF the other Micheal were here right now, he would cry and moan about how nobody respects him and all that horse shit. I'm nit that Micheal however, and Doc should be happy that Micheal isn't here at the moment. Because I don't snivel and whine. Instead, I prove that Doc is lucky to have ME as HIS partner. So many that signed up for LL have yet to show life. Maybe they could just be late to the game, or maybe they won't show up at all. That's not a problem Doc has to worry about with me. I'll cut the promos, I'll train for the match, and when the time comes, I'll carry my weight and ensure our victory.
Nate Higgers and his mystery partner realize just how fucked they really are. They are facing one of the toughest names to beat in the XWF today in Doc D'Ville, and another guy who is so God damned hungry to be taken seriously, that he is about to keel over from starvation. I'm sure that Higgers was hoping for a combination of a good partner and an easy set of opponents so that he could move on to the next round. The juries out on his partner, but the two men standing across the ring from him are going to be far from easy to beat.
When the teams were announced, there was a lot of talk about who the power teams were in the first round. Gilmore and Scully, Chaos and Reno. Not one person mentioned Doc and Graves. It's funny too because I promise you that NONE of those other teams could defeat us, even on a bad day. It's fine, though, at this point I'm getting used to being underestimated. That's just another advantage I have going into LL. Don't worry about Graves, he's easy to take out. Sure, keep thinking that guys.”
Graves slides over into the driver's seat and fumbles around with the gear shift, not really knowing what he's doing. Graves shifts into first gear, and flies (as fast as you can in 1st gear) out of the parking lot, narrowly missing the Super 8 sign on his way out. Cadryn walks out of the hotel office, just in time to see his car shoot down the road. Cadryn kicks at the air, and throws a small fit, realizing that Graves just left him stranded.
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