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(Gravy_Xtreme_5000) · (06-05-2020)

War Games | Backstage | After The Event

Micheal Graves: "Final four!"

Graves shouted as he kicked his way into the official B.O.B locker room. (It's a janitor's closet, XWF shows no respect.)

Ms. Direction: "What the fuck!!?"

She said, hiding her unmasked face behind a towel as a cameraman followed in close behind Graves.

Micheal Graves: "Ah who cares if they see your face, they’ve already got you figured out anyway." Graves said as he took a seat across from her and started to unlace his boots.

Ms. Direction: "They don't KNOW anything, you idiot!!" She scoffs before pushing the cameraman out of the room and closing the door leaving us with only audio.

Micheal Graves: "Hey, he was filming footage for my next promo!"

Ms. Direction: "You can’t just have cameras following you everywhere you go! What if they saw my face? It would have ruined everything!!" She said as she slipped her mask back.

Micheal Graves: "Relax, they always blur or cut stuff like that from my promos before they air. Besides, I gotta build hype for the destruction of Thunder Knuckles!"

Ms. Direction: "Ugh!" She scoffed. "You're just as bad as she is! All you people seem to care about is title belts!"

Graves just kinda shrugs.

Micheal Graves: "That is the name of the game isn't it?"

Ms. Direction doesn't notice the door crack open and the camera lens peaks back into the room. Good thing she covered her face.

Ms. Direction: "That's not the name of B.O.B.s game! You're supposed to be helping ME, not chasing some stupid belt!"

Graves sighed before standing up to drop his tights.

Micheal Graves: "It's no different than you challenging Ruby."

Ms. Direction: “It’s totally different! I just want to end the hero. You just want gold around your waist!”

Micheal Graves: “Yeah, well I may not be the super genius, but even I can see how winning that belt will help you achieve your goals.”

Ms. Direction giggles at Micheal's white boxers with pink hearts all over it.

Ms. Direction: "Are you serious right now?"

Micheal tilts his head, not realizing that she's laughing at his underwear, not his comment.

Micheal Graves: "What's so funny? It's a valid point! Winning a title will help all of B.O.B. gain more exposure and really up our numbers. It’ll be like a free comercial every week I’m defending!"

Ms. Direction: "Yeah sure, good point, whatever. I’m not laughing at that anyway, I’m laughing at your boxers. You can’t be serious right now?"

Micheal looks down at his dick, then back to Ms. Direction.

Micheal Graves: "You wanna finish unwrapping the prize?" He said with a sickening grin.

Ms. Direction: "GAG!!" She shouts before making a puking motion.

Micheal Graves: "Whatever... Don't know what you're missing."

Ms. Direction: "I'm pretty sure it's an STD."

Suddenly two boys in blue pushed their way past the peaking cameraman and swung the door open.

Officer Lewis: "Ms. Direction? Or should I call you The Pink Mist?"

Ms. Direction was caught off guard, and Graves literally had his pants down.

Ms. Direction: "Oh shit!"

She jumped up and shoved Graves into the cops causing all three men to tumble to the ground in a spectacular way. Ms. Direction then leapt over them and darted down the hall at full speed. The two cops jumped up and chased after her as Graves struggled to pull his tights up.

Micheal Graves: "HEY, LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"

He shouted as he continued to struggle!

Micheal Graves: "Goddamn it!" He yelled in frustration before giving up and clumsily running after her with baby steps.

A few Days Later | Vita Valenteens Gym | New York City

Ms. Direction: "Hurry up and pack, we need to move!" She said as she quickly stuffed her things into a large duffle bag.

Micheal Graves: "What about her?" He asked, pointing towards a closed door behind him.

Ms. Direction: "All part of the plan to get the cops off my back."

Micheal Graves: "How’s she going to help us move to France?" Graves questioned as he collected a box full of unmarked VHS tapes that said Gravy's stash on the side.

Ms. Direction: "Uh, that’s not the plan..." She says while eyeing the box of tapes in Graves' arms.

Ms. Direction: "Annnnd... W.T.F. is that?" She asked with an annoyed tone.

Micheal Graves: "Uh, who's asking?" He asked sheepishly.

Ms. Direction: "Eww." She said as a chill ran down her spine. "Anyway, the cops want Ms. Direction, right?"

Micheal Graves: "Uh, yeah." He said as he set the box down by the front door.

Ms. Direction: "So we give them Ms. Direction!!" She said with a grin.

Micheal Graves: "Uh, how's that help you?"

No words were spoken as Ms. Direction walked over to Graves and slapped the ever-loving shit out of him.

Ms. Direction: "Use your brain Micheal, Jesus!!" She said as she stomped her foot in frustration.

Micheal Graves: "You're going to turn yourself in and make me the leader of B.O.B.?"

Ms. Direction: "UGH!! No moron!! Thank God you can fight, cause you're about as bright as a new moon."

Micheal Graves: "And like every moon, I have a dark side!" He blurted out matter-of-factly.

*EPIC EYE ROLL* Ms. Direction: "You know what, go film that promo you wanted to do, I'll finish up here!!"

Micheal Graves: "HOW? I can't just call up the XWF and have a cameraman here in five minutes!"

Ms. Direction: "We. Have. A. Satellite............................. Go have Tommy record your shit and I'll hack it out later, mmkay!!?"

Micheal Graves: "Uh, okay sure, but what about you?"

Ms. Direction: "I'll be fine, just get JB watch the door for cops."

Graves submissively nodded before going to retrieve the T.H.U.G.S.

Beaming Out To The World Thanks To The (Stolen) B.O.B. Satellite.

”$372,290.00”

“That’s how much money Thunder Knuckles stood to make at War Games. All he had to do to earn it was take a dive, and maybe take a few of his mates out with him.”

“Instead, the dumb fuck decided to actually give a shit for a change and returned my money, claiming that he was now going to win the entire fucking thing.”

“What was that all about TK, pride? Did you suddenly decide that you actually valued your in-ring achievements? Did Robert Main find out about the deal and threaten your life? Had you just blown me off from the start I would have just assumed that you just didn’t want to do business with the guy that nearly Geroge Floyd'ed your ass at Savage a couple of weeks ago, but it wasn't that was it? After all, Savage was just business. You were nothing more than a catalyst to draw Big P(ussy) into the ring. Something that has yet to happen actually. The guy acts like you're his best pal or something. Selling you up on commentary, making dirty calls in your favor as the referee, but when the chips were down, and that pussy needed to man up to help his so-called friend, he ran! He ran as fast and far away from the ring as he could, all because he KNEW Micheal Graves was coming, and the mere thought of standing face to face with me caused an unexpected extreme case of explosive diarrhea! No bullshit, you could follow the trail all the way to Washington where Big D continued to shit the bed and managed to do dick all for his team at War Games! You know who else failed to live up to their expectations? YOU! What was the point of passing on a big payday, huh? Did you have illusions of grander? Did you really think that someone like YOU could make a difference? I said that I'd ensure that my shitty team made it to the main event, and that's exactly what I did. The fact that I was the last one eliminated from my team proves it. What did you do, huh? What grand spectacle did you put on at War Games? If I recall correctly, after returning my money, you made a big spectacle and announced that you were going to win the whole fuckin’ thing. After that you went searching for some divine power, probably hoping it’d make you less shit in the ring. The most hilarious part of that entire ordeal was you proving that even the power of Christ isn’t enough to get past one of my dingleberries...

A clip from War Games plays, showing TK getting eliminated by Hanari Carnes of all people.

THUNDER KNUCKLES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY HANARI CARNES

"All that prayin’ and wishin, and the only thing you got out of it was a headache from listening to that Bartholomew guy ramble on and on about nothing. Seems to me that dude just likes talking for the sake of it, and you fools are just dumb enough to sit there and entertain him. Tell me TK, what big lesson have you learned from all of his “teachings”, besides how to blow a fortune in a day and still be an irrelevant shit? War Games have come and gone. Big P is still ducking me harder than Chris Chaos, and you have to defend the TV champion against someone so brutal, that you'll be trying to figure out how to get the red cross to pay for all of the blood that I beat out of your asshole... Not a figure of speech!"

"But Micheal, he's the TV champion. He's proven that he's competent in the ring. No, you've proven to be just another easy road . Tell me, how'd you win that belt? Don't bother, I've already watched the tape, and while I gather that this Noah Jackson was talented enough to make FuZz relevant, the fact remains that had Cataclysm not stomped his fucking soul out of his body 20 minutes prior, you'd have never stood a fuckin chance! The worthless fucks you've defended that thing against just go to really drive the point home! That point being that your time cosplaying as a champion is coming to an end, and that's not a bad thing either, is it TK? Everybody knows that championships haven't ever been your motivation, have they? No, and why not? I'll admit, at first I was puzzled by it. After all, carrying one of those belts ensures better placement on the cards and in turn, more money. Hmm, odd that you sold your first Television Title shot to Big P, which by the way is the only reason that pussy even pretends to be your friend, you do realize that, right? Selling him that title shot showed me that you've never had the drive to be champion because there's WAY more fuckin' money to be made by successfully defending that belt than the pocket change you got in return! Oh, but there's the keyword, successfully. That fact of the matter is that you have yet to manage any success in that ring since day one. Half the fuckers you've actually managed to beat aren't even around anymore, and that numbers like 3 by the way. Your biggest achievement outside of Cataclysms sloppy seconds was a win over a Blackwater or their space daddy, same difference anyway so we'll call it a tie for shit's place! And in the ring TK, that's where you place, just above shit's place, but well below Peter Gilmour. However, that's not to say that you are completely without value. You do possess certain talents that B.O.B. could be interested in, but first, we need to discuss something."

"So what's the deal here TK? What's all this Jesus shit really about? Some elaborate plan to steal collection money? Maybe ole TK is planning on playing the long con? Promote this so-called religion on the XWF airwaves? They cutting you in on the take for all of that free promotion? Whatever your motivations, I don't believe for a second that you're a changed man, but I do believe B.O.B. can make you a better offer! Just imagine it TK, YOU as the money man, and me as the muscle, both of us standing by the side of Ms. Direction, the leader of the world's most powerful supervillain team! Think of all the bux you could generate for B.O.B. with your keen financial skills. Think of all of the rewards that would be showered upon you as you helped us raise B.O.B. into a worldwide money machine! I'm talking illegal gambling, prostitution, telephone scams, and whatever or cons that greedy little mind can come up with. That's right TK, B.O.B. is willing to finance all of your illegal activities, bring you from small-time to on top of the world, and all you gotta do is #JoinBob!"

Suddenly a loud crash from the other room caught Graves' attention. He rushed out to check, Tommy Wish following behind still filming.

OH SHIT, IT'S THE FIVE-O!!

Swat rushed in, weapons trained in front of them as they searched the room for B.O.B. Graves acted quickly and used his butt potato to get him and Tommy out of there. Inside of the room that Graves referenced earlier, they found a woman chained to a radiator by her ankle. It was Vita Valenteen’s former best friend, Jessica! She looks up to the police flooding into the room with a combination of fear and relief.

Jessica Johnson: “Oh my God, thank you, THANK YOU! PLEASE HELP, VITA’S GONE CRAZY!”

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