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(Gravy_Xtreme_5000) · (09-23-2022)

Gravy sat alone in a dark room that was only dimly lit from the fire burning in the furnace.

In his ungloved hand was a glass of blood-red wine, from which he sipped regularly.

He read comics about his own past misdeeds to pass the time.

Soon she would fall asleep, and then it would be time to get down to business.

Her name was Robyn Gonzalez.

AKA, The "Latina Submission Machina".

A submission specialist, or so she claimed.

That didn't matter to Gravy. Submitting was for bitches and Gravy would rather lose an appendage than be a bitch!

Gravy had been stalking her for weeks.

The nightmare started out simple enough.

Just standard stuff like wrestling nude in front of a mocking crowd.

As the nights wore on her dreams began to become aggressively evil, playing into her daddy issues, personal struggles with her own moral alignment, and even the objectification by her superiors and colleagues.

Gravy took great pleasure in the pain and horror of LSM. This was the case for all of his victims.

That was until last night when LSM managed to rip off a piece of Gravy's 1:1 replica Freddy sweater. She took it with her from the realm of dreams to reality.

It wasn't the torn fabric that pissed Gravy off. He already fixed it with his potato fueled dream powers.

No, it was the fact that now LSM knew of Gravy's weakness.

She must have seen the film.

If she were to pull him out of the dream, he'd lose all of this power.

Gravy was sick of losing power!

That's why tonight he had to finish her off.

Tonight!

Suddenly, he felt her presence. He smiled, his rotten teeth glistening in the dark.

"Time to play."

Gravy got up from his chair, put the wine and comic book on a nearby table, and approached the only exit.

To reach LSM, he had to go through a dark corridor with four doors open, two on each side.

The first one held Gravy's earliest memories as a baby. He was being uneasily held by his birth mother. She was not cradling or playing with Gravy. Just holding him and listening to his cries with disgust on her face.

Gravy cried and cried and cried, but no motherly instinct would kick in. Gravy was abandoned long before she died.

He never knew his biological mother, or why she hated him so, but the dream world made him realize that there was absolutely no love between them.

Maybe she could sense the evil in her child early on? Maybe she was just a shit mother? Whatever the case, to his mother, Gravy was a curse, and after being confronted by these memories, Gravy thought that she was nothing more than a bitch.

”Hope you’re burning in Hell, bitch.”

The next doorway held Gravy's childhood memories. He was surrounded by an entire class of kids who were throwing pencils, scissors, and anything else they could find at him. They shouted insults and taunted him until Gravy ran away in tears.

Then the children laughed.

Later that day, Gravy found a squirrel caught in a trappers cage.

He beat it to death with a stick.

Killing animals.

There was something about holding power over something weaker than himself that made Gravy happy and allowed him to survive his harrowing childhood.

The third doorway showed Gravy in his teen years.

At the time he was under the care of a man named Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Johnson was anything but nice however.

He would beat Gravy with a belt over the tiniest of mistakes.

By this time, Gravy had graduated from killing animals to self-harm.

Mr. Johnson came downstairs with his belt off ready to give Grevy his "medicine."

Gravy loves this memory.

It was his first murder.

He’ll never forget the look on Johnson's face when he slashed his throat with that blade.

The fourth and final doorway held the most painful memories: his adult life.

He was married to a woman.

They had a daughter and son together.

Life was good for Gravy.

But he couldn't ignore his need to kill for long.

Soon the call to inflict harm would prove too intense to ignore.

Gravy would return to the XWF and begin a descent back into madness.

Gravy felt really sad passing through that final memory.

Back then he really tried his hardest to be a good person, but the world was just too cruel.

Gravy grew up without love and therefore couldn't understand it.

Even his family and the life that they built would, in the end, turn out to be just another dream.

There was no love for Gravy in this world, but it was fine since he had none left to give.

Gravy shook his head clear of these thoughts.

This was no time for a trip down memory lane.

He had a job to do.

When Gravy finally reached the boiler room, he was greeted by three children, two boys and one girl, all dressed in white. Gravy knew these kids all too well.

They were the spirits of children that he murdered as a human, now bound to him for all eternity.

"You know what to do." Gravy growled.

The young trio ran away from Gravy and he followed them. They would find her for him. Then they would lead him to her with their rhyme. Not even a minute had passed and Gravy could already hear the chant.

"1, 2 Gravy's coming for you."

He walked toward the sound.

"3, 4 Better lock your door."

He began flickering his claws in anticipation of the upcoming kill.

"5, 6 Grab your crucifix."

He could see the familiar and terrified face of his future victim.

"7, 8 Gonna stay up late."

He began dragging his blades against the wall as he approached her. The noise didn't bother him but it sure bothered her.

"9, 10 Never sleep again."

Gravy was now face to face with LSM. She had long black hair, smooth tan skin, and was clad only in a long white nightgown.

Minus her butterface, she was beautiful.

It was almost a shame Gravy had to kill her tonight.

Almost.

"Tonight's the night you meet your maker."

Gravy said. He raised his blades to her. "Any last words?"

"Just one." LSM pulled out a cross from behind her back. It transformed into a sword and with it, LSM sliced Gravy's right arm off. Blackish-green blood spurted from the trunk as the arm fell to the floor.

Gravy howled in agony. LSM picked up the severed arm and waved it mockingly at Gravy.

"Bet you didn't see that one coming, did ya?" She teased.

Gravy looked down at the stump that was his right arm. If he were in the real world, his blood would be dark red.

"You said just one and then puked up a whole sentence, you lying bitch!”

Gravy's arm snapped out of his stump complete with his blades, good as new.

"Why don't you leave one-liners to the professionals?" Gravy gestured to the severed arm LSM was holding which had now turned into a slithering python. Panicked, LSM threw the snake at Gravy and ran away.

"You won't get far bitch!" He said as he dodged the snake and gave chase. "You're in my world now!"

"It may be your world." LSM was heading toward a dead end.

Suddenly, wings sprouted from her bare back and she took flight, puncturing a hole through the boiler room. "But it's my dream."

Gravy wasn't bothered by this. He spouted black wings from his own back and flew through the same hole.

They were both now outside the boiler room, flying over an endless car graveyard.

Gravy saw LSM in the distance and increased his speed, losing his hat in the process.

It didn't matter. He'd reclaim it later.

As he was gaining on her, Gravy could see the four huge claw marks on her left arm, the other thing she took from their last encounter. Gravy smiled upon seeing those scars. He was gonna make them bigger. He raised his gloved hand ready to strike when LSM, out of the blue, veered around and kicked the glove right off his hand.

"Nice try, bicho raro!"

She punched him square in the face and Gravy found himself plummeting to the earth.

He crashed into some cars.

He was bleeding from his head and arms.

His left arm was broken and his sweater was ripped open, revealing the mortified faces of the hundreds of tortured souls dwelling inside him.

Despite all this, he managed to get up on his feet while LSM flew around like a giant fly.

"You're not even scary! You're not even scary!" LSM teased.

It reminded Gravy of the torment he endured as a child.

Those chants. Those horrible, mocking chants.

That was the last straw.

"You want to see scary, bitch!? I'll show you scary!" Gravy suddenly burst into flame. A spark from the huge fire caught on LSM's wings and burned them to a crisp, causing her to fall on top of a car, crushing it’s roof in her landing.

The flame went out and Gravy was transformed. He was now wearing the trench coat from his human years over his sweater and huge sections of his muscle were exposed. He had a new green fedora sitting on his head and his "glove" looked more organic, with five steel claws unsheathed from his fingertips.

LSM's eyes widened with fear. She ducked down on her knees and began to pray.

"Now I lay myself down to sleep. Master of Dreams, my soul I'll keep." She said in a shaky voice.

Gravy approached her and was ready to tear her to pieces, but he stopped when he suddenly had a very wicked idea.

He retracted his claws and with a snap of his fingers, LSM was back in her bed.

They were still in the dream world, but only Gravy knew it. He took the form of her father and materialized a copy of her mother next to him. He then opened the door.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Gravy asked in Charlie Nickles voice.

LSM herself was drenched in sweat and was on the brink of tears. "Dad!? Mom!?" She hugged both Gravy and the fake Mom tightly.

"I-I need Hypnocil." LSM whispered.

"What?" Gravy-Dad asked.

"I need Hypnocil! I can't handle the nightmares! I don't want to dream anymore!”

"But sweetie, Hypnocil is a very dangerous medicine. Why look at what it did to me." As she said this, LSM's "mother" began to melt before her eyes, which terrified LSM.

"Mamá!"

"We all need to dream young lady." Gravy said as his disguise began to fade away. "JUST LIKE WE ALL NEED TO GET FUCKED!”

Before the LSM could react, Gravy lifted his bladed glove high above her.

LSM looked on in fear as Gravy's blades transmuted into dildos of various colors!

"Abandonment issues? I'll be your daddy, bitch!"

Gravy swung his arm like he was pitching a softball, but before his finger dildo's could make contact with their intended target, LSM vanished into thin air!

”What!? NOOO!!!”

Gravy was pissed!

”I guess we can save my pleasure in your pain for Relentless, which hey, FINE BY ME! Ole Gravy’s sick and tired of all of his fantasy’s being just that! The dream world sucks dick!"

"Out here, in the REAL world, I can feel your thick, warm, sticky blood running between my fingers and I can taste the salty excess discharging from your fucking corpose!”

“I’m sure you’d rather be anywhere but here, facing down the nastiest, grimiest, meanest son of a bitch that… Oh shit, I could be your dad! Well, no!”

“On second thought, I couldn’t! I mean, I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit in my life, fuck even if I had a cousin, I can say with full confidence that I’d never fuck her!”

“The same can’t be said about your bloodline, can it? Naw, just one look at that genepool deprived fucking face confirms your fucking lineage.”

”And I’ll tell ya right now, I might have come up short against the Universal Champion and the idiot stealing my schtick to beat him, but when he does beat him it’ll just prove what most already know is true.”

“Gravy ain’t a fucker to mess with!”

“You HAVE messed with me, chika, and messed with me pretty bad! Some might go so far as to say that you fucked me real good. The two of us? We’ve been on a collision course for months! This match? It was never not going to happen!”

“The best part? You think you’re going to beat me just because I racked up a couple of losses to the Universal Champion and his Relentless contender Mark Flynn? Bitch, first of all, baby oil and the concrete floor beat me! Second of all, yer dumbass ain’t even sniffed the Uni scene’s crotch, much less earned yer’self a Superstar of the Month award by turning so many heads so quick you damn near got arrested for murder!”

“You HAVE managed to stink up the ring losing all over the fucking XWF! Goth, Ruby, Jason Cashe!? Nope, ain’t none of them fuckers on my level, and they sure as fuck ain’t no Uni contenders!”

“Well, maybe Ruby, but that would require her taking her head out of Centurion’s ass long enough to step outside of Anarchy for anything meaningful!”

“Chances of that happening are about as slim as your dumbass not realizing that you can’t play the noble hero while paling around with the most hated fucker in the XWF this side of me, daddy or no daddy!”

"Oh, and if anyone's gonna be crying backstage, it's going to be the thin skinned slut that already bawled her eyes out on national TV. Do you have no self respect!?"

"I know I don't! That shit was beaten out of me a long ass time ago, but it's fine, baby, because a man that doesn't respect himself, doesn't respect shit, including the so called sanctity of a woman's body, and I got all the motivation I need to take advantage of you in every fucking sense of the word!"

"Talkin' shit on Gravy, like you're anything special! Tell me, little girl, the fuck have you done since Relentless last year? Nothing of note? Huh, but I could've sworn you'd been fed opportunity after opportunity all year long! Hell, Im pretty sure your ass is running neck and neck for most undeserving title shots, except you ain't beating people up to get them, you're probably beating them off!"

"Oh, those nudies on yer phone make more sense now! No wonder you got all BOO-HOO when Big P, not to be confused with that fa- uh.... DUMMY, BIG D! That guy sucks, but Big P can't possibly suck, because he beat your ass backstage like a hundred fucking times as you desperately tried everything you could to save your honor and recapture that belt, and OH BOY DID IT LOOK DESPERATE!"

"My shit with you, baby doll, I was just having fun. Never wanted that Xtreme title, and sure as shit don't need it to prove how Xtreme I am. As a matter of fact, if anything that fucking belt needs ME to legitimize IT, because it's undeniable that you and all the pussies before you to carry that shit, haven't done a damn thing to live up to the titles namesake!"

"Xtreme rules: In my favor! Rabid bikers acting as lumberjacks: Likely racist republicans, and also in my favor! Wrestling in Green Hills? I fucking used to own at Sonic The Hedgehog! Even beat the shit out of Mario dressed up like him once, so OBVIOUSLY ALSO IN MY FAVOR!"

"You ain't got shit going for ya, 'cept a deadbeat daddy, a broken down jalopy, and a world of fucking pain before you rack up yet another loss!"

"Afterwards, you can cry yourself to fucking sleep knowing that you're fake fucking personality ain't fool nobody, just like your fake ass submission talent hasn't fooled any damn one, especially after watching you submit to Jason Cashe's weak as fuck submission! Seriously, Flynn thinks my hands are bad? That was the most atrocious Crossface that I've ever seen, but fuck me if you weren't powerless to do shit about it!"

"Everything about you is fake bitch! Faker than Freddy! How many times have you had enough and been on the verge of showing us the "real you"!? The meaner, badder, no fuck giving LSM, all to ALWAYS reel it back in, because YOU know that mean you is just as shitty and talentless as fake you, but without the fucking ego stroke of hearing 10,000 idiots chant your name because the only people too stupid to see through you are the virgin fucking neckbeards that comprise the majority of the XWF's audience."

"At Relentless, LSM goes down, and Gravy goes up, straight to the Television Championship!"

A sinister grin falls over Gravy as he raises his right hand to reveal that he actually made a real life Freddy Glove!

"Time to play, bitch!"

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