It's been some time since we last joined our heroes. We greet them sitting comfortably inside of the cabin of a tractor trailer truck as a heavy storm pours outside.


"Thanks again for the ride! This storm looks like it'd be pretty scary to get caught in!"


"Don't mention it."


The trucker says, never deverting his eyes from the road. Graves sits silent for a moment, but we all know that can't last long.


"So… What are you hauling?"


But before the guy even had a chance to answer.


"He's hauling your dumbass off to be Buffalo Bob'ed!"


Graves focuses on his crotch as he yells.


"Can it Gilly! We both know that's not happening!"


"Um, are you alright?"


Graves looks up embarrassed as he remembers that only he (and the viewer) can hear Gilly!


"Uh, oh yeah, sorry. I'm a pro wrestler. I'm uh… Just trying to remember my lines for the next show!"


For a moment the trucker doesn't respond, but then he just says.


"I always knew that stuff was fake."


"What the fuck did he just say!?"


"Nothing!"


"Nothing what? Are you sure you're alright?"


"Yes fine!"


"You call this shit fine!? Fine is my hot ass wife! This! This is fucking insane! You're insane! Maybe I did get it fucking wrong! It could be you trying to Buffalo Bob this guy!"


Full argument ensues.


"It's Buffalo Bill dummy! And we're not doing that to him!"


The trucker, very off put by what he's hearing, hits the brakes and pulls off to the side of the road.


"I think it would be best if you got out here."


"Aw, c'mon man! It's pouring out and we're in the middle of nowhere!"


The trucker isn't heartless and considers letting Graves stick around until the next stop, but…


"Good fucking job idiot! Now we're stranded!"


"Don't blame me! You started the shit!"


"Get out."


But the trucker isn't heard.


"Don't throw this on me! He can't even hear me! Just your stupid shit!"


"Yeah, but you baited me!"


"I did no such thing! Now GET OUT!"


"FINE!"


Graves opens the door and slides out to right into a big puddle.


"Damn it!"


"Ha ha !"


Graves looks up to the trucker before shutting the door.


"Sorry…"


As the truck pulls off without them, Graves and Gilly continue to argue in the rain.


"Goddamn it Gilly! You and your bullshit is going to cost me my chance to resign with the XWF!"


"GOOD! I hope Marv beats you to death so I can have my body back!"


"I don't think that's how it works…"


At this moment, Graves realized that something drastic would need to happen to save his chances of returning to the XWF.