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'Micheal Graves' in: "The Revolution's First Casualty"
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Mark Flynn Offline
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The IWC

(gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)


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10-30-2024, 06:32 PM

Last Warfare…
Quote:”What . . . makes you think ‘vibes are off’, Mister Lane?”

”Oh… this-n-that…”

“Somebody keeps sliding 'join the wrestling union' pamphlets under my door.”

Outside Vinnie’s office…

…A pamphlet slips underneath the door…

Showing Wrestlers, not grappling…

But joining arms!

In bold, confident font…

‘WRESTLERS OF THE WORLD UNITE’

Zoom-out!

Two figures walk past the door…

Miss Furry, sporting her skintight catsuit and beard, a pamphlet-stack in her arms.

And Mark Flynn… Wearing NK, his sleeping infant, in a chest-mounted Babybjörn.

As the duo patrols the halls, Billy ‘Bass’ Ackwards marches in the opposite direction.

“Brother!” Furry sings, her fingers rapidly pinching a pamphlet from the stack… “Here! Literature from the Wrestling U-”

WHAM! Ackwards shoves through Furry, knocking her stack to the ground!

“Outta my way, jobber.” Ackwards spits…

…Before running into Flynn’s shoulder.

”That jobber has a one-and-oh Anarchy record. When’s the last time *you* won ANYTHING, Billiam? The Bush Administration?”

…Ackwards swallows nervously… Before spotting the infant on Flynn’s chest…

‘Bass’ sneers confidently.

“Daddy’s lucky he’s wearing a baby-shield, or I’d break my foot off in y-”

“Think I can’t break YOUR FOOT off YOUR BODY without waking my kid up?”

Flynn cracks his knuckles.

…Ackwards scoffs.

…Before backpedaling away.

…Flynn gently stoops down (careful not to wake NK), scooping scattered papers.

“Moron…” Flynn mutters as he extends a pamphlet toward Furry.

“You forget yourself!” Furry snatches the material from Flynn, deftly reassembling her stack. “Remember, *student*, Master Graves’s teachings! ALL wrestlers have equal claim within the collective! We are not better simply because we’ve seen Graves’ wisdom first!”

“Feh. Ackwards couldn’t see the light if you shoved it up h-”

…Flynn’s eyes catch the camera.

“...Ah. That time again, huh?”

Flynn lifts his child outta the Babybjörn.

“Furry, Could you watch NK for… five minutes?”

“Scoff! You dare presume you can ask favors from me?”

Flynn exhales, reaching into his pocket…

“YOU are Master Graves’ newest student! In rank, you are beneath me… His second-newest student!”

Flynn retrieves…

A laser-pointer.

“Furthermore…”

Flynn flashes light behind the cat-lady.

“Hey, what’s that?”

“WHERE?!?” She spins, seeking the light.

…Already gone.

“...Where’d it go?”

Furry turns around…

Before her…

‘DARK WARRIOR’ MICHEAL GRAVES! Holding NK!

“MASTER!”

‘Graves’ extends NK outward.

“Watch this kid.”

“I’LL RAISE HIM LIKE HE WAS MY OWN, MY LIEGE!”

Furry eagerly accepts the child, saluting as she jogs off.



‘Graves’ sighs, glancing at Vinnie’s office…

“What IS the XWF?”

…’Graves’ places his hands onto Vinnie’s door.

“It’s not its offices.”

“Nor the pencil-pushers that work in them.”

“The XWF *IS* its wrestlers.”

“WE are its engine, its lifeblood, its BEATING HEART!”

“Not ONE person in that sold-out crowd…”

“Paid to see a chimp-in-a-suit sit behind a desk.”

“They’re here to watch US WRESTLE.”




“These fans chant OUR names.”

“They follow OUR lives.”

“They watch us struggle… learn… And try to grow.”




“What’s management’s role in this relationship?”

“They get more money… You ever wonder how they earn it?”

“I’ll tell ya.”

“They poise us against one-another.”

“They drive WEDGE-after-WEDGE between us.”

“DECEIVING US into believing… That the biggest obstacle to our own success?”

“Is the name beside ours on the card.”

“With a ‘versus’ THEY wrote in-between.”




“And y’wanna know what’s sad?”

“So tragic… I can’t eat… can’t sleep… The thought consumes my EVERY WAKING MOMENT?!?”

“What makes me SICK-TO-MY-STOMACH?!?”




“Some of my co-workers.”

“Buy this BASELESS LIE…”

“HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER.”

“ABANDONED our brotherhood…”

“In FULL PURSUIT of their own self-glorification… by SHORTENING their brothers’ careers.”

“Speaking of which…”


‘Graves’ waves.

“Hey, Oz.”

“Oz looooooves himself.”

“Loves chirping about how important HE and HE ALONE is.”

“Loooooves his giant trophy room…”




“Which, admittedly hasn’t seen a *new* trophy since… 2022?”



“The only other thing Oz loves?”

“Hurting other people.”

“Not in one-on-one competition.”

“No, Oz’s prefers post-match attacks.”

“Looooooooooves hurting people OUTSIDE the ring.”

“Because injuring his coworkers?”

“Means more Ozzy screen-time.”

“Example.”

“After Micheal Graves BEAT Oz…”

“Fair-and-square.”

“Ozzy EVISCERATED GRAVES… Until Graves lay CRIPPLED and BLEEDING on a stretcher.”

“Some whispered… That Graves DIED.”




‘Graves’ extends his arms out.

“Lo-and-behold… Graves LIVES.”

“In fact, Oz’s attempted MURDER… caused my ASCENSION.”

“THAT NIGHT, GRAVES WAS REBORN!”

“FROM A SCAMMER, EXPLOITING STUDENTS FOR PERSONAL GAIN…”

“INTO ENLIGHTENMENT… SPARKING a WORKER’S REVOLUTION within the XWF!”

“EMPOWERING TALENT to SEIZE the means of production!”




“And to actualize this golden age?”

…’Graves’ clasps his hands together.

“We must STAND UNITED.”

“We must BELIEVE in our collective power…”

“And DISMISS management’s illusion that isolates us.”




“But…”

“Before we can truly unite?”

“We must excise the bad blood.”

“The disease festering within our ranks.”

“THE OOZING, PUSTULOUS CYST MUST BE EJECTED BEFORE IT CAN CORRUPT THE WHOLE.”


…’Graves’ leans in.

“... Pssssst…”

“That’s you, Ozzy.”

You’re the disease.”

I’m the surgeon.”

“And Waverly Hills Sanitorium?”

“Will be my operating table.”




“You once called yourself ‘Broken Oswald’.”

“But, have you been… truly BROKEN?”

“Shattered into shards of fragments of TATTERS?”

“Until your CORPSE is a sick, twisted bastardization…”

“A parody of the human-form…”




“Ozzy.”

“I won’t just ‘incapacitate’ you…”

“I will BREAK you.”

“DEMOLISH you.”

“OBLITERATE YOU.”

“AND YOUR belief…”

“In fracturing the WHOLE.”

“To elevate ONE.”




“And once you are EXTERMINATED.”

...

“I will rebuild you.”

“Like an Architect, demolishing a haven of greed…”

“And repurposing that once-sinful stone, brick, and mortar…”

“Into a Shrine of Unity.”

“Of Many-Becoming-One.”




“You, Oz, shall be my ROCK.”

“My chalkboard.”

“I will inflict a painful, righteous lesson on your body.”

“To open our brothers’ eyes.”

“That when management poises us against one-another?”

“They exploit tools of control. CHAINS OF SUBJUGATION.”

“And once we free ourselves? And stand together?”

“They are POWERLESS to stop us.”




“Oz, your legacy will be re-forged.”

“No longer remembered for your lackluster career.”

“But cemented FOREVER…”

“As the Culture War’s first casualty.”




“If you’re afraid you’re not up to that task?”

“Don’t worry, Oz.”

“I Believe in You.”
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