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(Gravy_Xtreme_5000) · (10-28-2020)

Micheal Graves had already stated that he would not be showing up for this week’s edition of Spooky Savage, where Micheal was scheduled to face the XWF’s one and only zombie, Zane Norrison. Many were upset

But you know what?

He lied!

He always lies!

(The scene opened outside of a very spooky establishment in Philly known as Eastern State Penitentiary.)

No longer a prison, the Eastern State Pen. is now known for all sorts of spooky going ons and even offers guided tours all year long, but tonight Micheal Graves will overcome his fear of the paranormal when he spends an entire night locked inside of this prison!

(The exterior shot faded away as a new shot of Micheal Graves behind the locked bars of an over one century old, decayed, prison cell.)

Tonight's proceedings will all be shot by a stationary night vision camera to ensure that Micheal has the "spookiest" of spooky nights!

(Micheal looked a bit out of sorts. He was quietly mumbling to himself as he paced his cell.)

”This is so stupid! You’re gonna get yourself possessed again dummy!”[dwg] He was shaking his head disagreeing with the thought process that had brought him here. Miss Fury wanted him on this show, and like a good soldier, Graves surprisingly does what he’s told. At least when it’s her giving the orders, but this time? [dwg]”Who even cares if I beat Zane? Everybody beats Zane!”

(Micheal looked toward the general direction of the camera, seeing that it was too dark for him to actually see it.)

"You dummies think I'm scared of some ghost, huh!?" He said speaking to the viewer. ”I’m The Dark Warrior, emphasis on DARK! I keep the first shit ever shat in my ass, and while that makes me more weird than dark, doing so does seem to grant me pretty gnarly control over the dark arts! Besides, even before The Golden Potato came into my life, I was already well versed into the darker side of this world!” He said, almost as if he were trying to convince himself. ”Sure, okay, yeah, maybe my spooky shit used to be all smoke and mirrors, and maybe my belief that I was a vampire back in the early 2000’s wasn’t nothing more than a psychotic break that came on too soon after first watching Blade, and maybe that time I was shooting lightining out of my ass at Jim Caedus as we battled it out on top of Big Ben wasn’t anything more than the XWF flexing it’s production budget, but even before that wonderful potato came into my life, I had grown familiar with the evils of this world though the experiences that I had in and out of the ring with guys like Shane , Doc D’Ville, Weapon:Ashen, Trent Gein, The Black Circle Jerk Order, my own fucking brother Sean, and not least of all My Fucking Self! Suddenly Graves seemed much more serious and confident in himself and his surroundings. ”Because somewhere within this clownish facade lies the real Monster of the XWF…”

(Micheal huffed with a heavy scowl looking super intimidating, but the sudden interruption of a loud bang from somewhere in the distance startled him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.)

"The fuck was that?" Graves smashed his face between the bars to try and get a better look, but it was no use, even if he could fit his head through the bars, it's too dark to see anything anyway. "Hello!?" He waits for a moment, but no answer comes. "Eh, probably nothing, old building, just settling!" Micheal said as he tried to convince himself that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Back to the point! I'm Micheal Fucking Graves! My life is all about the paranormal! I have a Goddamned potato up my ass that grants me mystical powers! Do you REALLY think that I'm scared of some haunted house or some supposed zombie that, while he may be a zombie, he sure as fuck isn't a wrestler! What's he going to do, bite me? Go ahead, give me zombie powers on top of the potato! I don't give a fuck! I'm not scared of nothing!"

(Another sudden loud bang echoed through the otherwise silent prison, this time it sounded closer than the last. Micheal looked visibly shaken as he once again tried to determine the source of the mysterious sound.)

"Y'all heard that right?" He said as he glanced back at the camera. "I swear to God, if someone is fucking with me…" Just then, another loud noise, but this time is sounded like one of the cell doors opening just down from Micheal. The screeching sound of rusted metal scraping against itself sent shivers down Micheal's spine, leaving no doubt that this spooky shit was more than he bargained for. "Yo, who's there!?" Micheal rattled his cage to no avail, he was locked inside and was too spooked to realize that he could just teleport outta here. Suddenly another sharp sound pierced through the silence. It sounded like something clanging against the cell right next door. "I'm not playing! I'm about to fuck you up!"

(Graves stopped…)

(And waited…..)

(But there was nothing….)

(Except for silence….)

(Suddenly!)

[Image: ghost-costume.jpg]

"BOO MOTHER FUCKER!"

(Even though he should have recognized TK's voice, Graves found himself so stricken with fear that he screamed like this!)

(And promptly disappeared into a piss-yellow mist! Thunder Knuckles pulled the sheet off his head and began laughing deeply at Micheal's reaction.)

"Holy shit that was fucking awesome! Teach that mother fucker to mess with Jimmy!"

That's right, recently Micheal Graves kidnapped Jimmy and forced him to help him come up with a strategy to beat Fuzz over in GCWA. Seems he might have just learned his lesson.

Don't fuck wit, Jimmy!

(The scene reopens sometime later outside of a cemetery gate.)

"Alright fine, I don't like ghosts, but that’s not fear, that’s just smarts!” Graves nods along, agreeing with himself. ”Seriously, what can you do to a ghost? You can’t hit them! You can’t burn them! Poison mist doesn’t work, and I can’t get an exorcism done because every priest that I’ve ever met has punched me in the face as soon as they’ve seen me! Growing up, one of the foster homes that I spent some time in was haunted! Yeah, didn’t know that did ya!? Bet you also didn’t know that I was attacked by a ghost at a very young age!”

“It’s true, but it’s also irrelevant here because I’m overcoming my fear and kicking Zane’s Zombie ass for the one-hundredth time!”

(Just then, Micheal noticed a lone figure walking through the cemetery behind him.)

"Hey fuck head, get outta my shot!"

(The person doesn't seem to pay Graves any mind and continues to shamble around in the background.)

"Goddamnit, you best not be a fuckin' ghost!" He mutters to himself as he stomps into the cemetery to chase this promo-bomber outta here.

(As Micheal drew closer he noticed this person was making some odd noises, almost like moaning. About 25 or so feet out, Micheal slowed his role and observed the intruder.)

"Yo!" Micheal called out, drawing this person's attention as they began shuffling towards him very slowly. Creeped out by this, despite his boast of not being afraid of zombies, Micheal began to slowly walk backward in order to try and maintain a safe distance.) "You know pal, I'm trying to film here! Why don't you just fuck off before I'm forced to hurt you?"

(The threat was as empty as Michael's bladder would be if this guy actually was what Micheal was beginning to think he was. the zombie-like figure continued towards Graves moaning with each step as it drug it's seemingly broken left foot behind it with each slow shuffling step.)

"Dude, really, this isn't funny! I'm about to hurt you!" He said as he began to backpedal even faster.

(Suddenly two big ass green Frankenstein arms reached out from behind and gobbled Graves up into a reverse bearhug!)

"What the!?!"

(As the zombie grew closer, Graves struggled to break free, but Frankenstein was just too strong, even for Graves who had to gain superhuman strength from the potato. Did you see Anarchy? He punched a fucking wall, let me tell you!)

"MuurrRRrraAaaahahhh" The zombie said as it reached out for Graves.

(Much like before, Graves once again vanished into a piss-yellow mist. As soon as he did, the zombie and the large man that grabbed him begin to laugh hysterically and remove their mask to reveal Miss Fury as the Zombie, and Broken Ozzy as Frankenstein.)

"Do you think he'll conquer his fears before Saturday?" Asked Ozzy to Fury.

"I doubt it!" She replied while shaking her head in disbelief. "How can he possibly be this scared of fictional monsters? He's endured way scarier people here in the XWF!" She wondered aloud as the scene faded with Ozzy just shrugging.

SATURDAY!

SATURDAY!!

SATURDAY!!!

MICHEAL GRAVES VERSUS ZANE NORRISON!

HAUNTED HOUSE BRAWL!

CAN MICHEAL GRAVES OVERCOME HIS FEARS IN TIME TO COMPETE, OR WILL HE BE FROZEN WITH FEAR AS ALL SORTS OF SPOOKY SPOOKS HAUNT HIM ON THIS ALL HALLOWS NIGHT!?

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