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Mark Flynn in "Micheal Graves"
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Champions get their name in red!



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(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)


#1
11-20-2024, 08:31 PM

Previously…

Quote:Tote/Tate/Wilson scrolls through hundreds of wrestling tweets.



“Okay.”

…T/T/W takes a deep breath.

“Irwin.”

“I’m going to tell you something.”

“And I want you to be calm.”




“Okay?”



“Mark Flynn.”

T/T/W sighs.

[yellow“IS retiring.”[/yellow]



“BUT! That doesn’t mean I was wrong about the other things, okay?”

T/T/W starts to turn around.

“That doesn’t mean he’s not hims-”



Irwin is off the bench.



And his chains rest on the floor.



Left on the ground?

T/T/W’s nail file.



On the wall?

An open window.



T/T/W pinches her brow.

“Goddammit.”

”So, I ran!”

“Evading law enforcement at every turn… Having to think one step ahead… Completely entering my hunters’ mind, anticipating their every move!”

“Through sheer force of will, I became a master of disguise! Able to assume the form of anything from a light pole! To a garbage can! To a Hispanic mother and her two children at the drop of a hat!”

“I ran over a th-”


”Do it.”


…Irwin glances up from his dramatic retelling of his heroic escape.

”...What, sir?”

”You said you’d become a master of disguise, and could assume the form of a Hispanic mother AND her two kids at the drop of a hat.”

”...Well, maybe not *assume the form* completely… but… I *could* bear a passing resemblance that the police would think… I was a small Latin American family.”

”Bullshit.”

”No, really!” Irwin shakes his head, insisting emphatically! ”I totally could, sir! I had to do it multiple times on my way here!”

”Then, do it!” Flynn dares Irwin, as a hand surreptitiously reaches into his pocket…

”It’s not something I can do at will! It’s a reflex! A survival tactic I’ve trained into my core! Like a chameleon! Or a Condylostylus fl-!”

WHEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! WHEEEEEEEEEE OH!

All of a sudden, the sound of police sirens!

”Cops!”

That moment, the camera pans to Flynn’s face, as off-screen, there’s the sound of flesh and bone shifting…

Transforming…

…As Flynn’s expression turns to one of astonished horror!



Following by begrudging acceptance, accompanied by a single clap.

”Fine, yeah, okay. I’ll admit when I’m wrong… You *can* become a small Latin-American family right there, Ir-dawg.”

…The camera pans backwards as muscles detense and shift…

And by the time it arrives back to Irwin, he’s redonning his trademark glasses.

“Anyway, where was I I ran across six states! All the way from a courthouse in New York! Over one-thousand mi-”

”Question.” Flynn raises a hand.

Irwin is flummoxed by the interruption, but nods. ”Uh… g-go ahead, Mister Flynn?”

”Why were you in New York?”



”Mister Flynn, I was charged with… murder? Of Maximillian Duhast?”

“Remember? 1029 W. 123rd St? You and Mister Kaye and Mister King and Mister Pryce and I all played Clue?”



”Uh-huh.”

…Flynn scratches his chin.

”Uh… What was I wearing at the time?”

…Irwin sighs.

[white]”A paisley safari outfit with monocle, a la Col-”


Flynn snaps his fingers! ”A la Colonel Mustard! That’s right! I remember now!”



”You killed that guy!”

Irwin horrifiedly shakes his head. ”S-sir! I promise I didn’t! That’s what I kept calling you about! About Mister Clinton could defend me in court!”

…Flynn squints. ”Oh yeeeeeeeeah.”



”Well, that asshole’s gone now. The law office has closed up shop…”

”...Oh!” Irwin dry-swallows. ”...Really? You sure?”

”Evicted permanently from his last residence.” Flynn mutters, as he taps the side of his head. ”I’ve converted the frat house of voices in my head into a single-tenant dwelling.”



Irwin breathes a sigh…

”Well, to be honest, sir…”



”That’s a huge relief!”

…Flynn squints.

”Really? You don’t want Super-Attorney to bail you out?”

…Irwin grits his teeth.

”I mean… Admittedly, that is going to make the issue of my… freedom... more complicated.” Irwin shakes his head. ”But, sir! I mainly came all this way because I was worried you were in danger!”



”Danger, Irwinner?”

”...I felt… through our cosmic connection. The bond we share!”

Flynn coughs. *KERAGH*parasocialrelationship*WHEEZE*”

”What?”

”Nothing, go on.”

”The last time I spoke to you… You were acting 100% like Mister Clinton! And I couldn’t… *feel* you. It was like you were gone! Completely stripped from this mortal plane!”

”But, I get here and…” …Irwin knocks on the wooden table. ”It’s you!” Irwin stretches out of his seat, to clench Mister Flynn into a hug. “You’re really you, Mister Flynn!”

Flynn wretches, as he shoves back the poor nerd to arm’s length. ”Of course, I’m ME, Irwin. Who else would I be?!?”

Irwin shakes his head. ”Right, of course! I’m just so glad to get back to where we left off!” Irwin reaches into a drawer, retrieving his trapper-keeper with Flynn’s face on it, (right where he left it).

Irwin licks the pen, and flips to a fresh page.

”So, what’s our scheme, huh? What will Mark Flynn do to take over the wrestling world?!?”



”Uh…”

“It’s.”

“‘Micheal Graves’, actually…”

“And we’re…”

“*throat-clear*”

“Unionizing wrestling.”




”What?”



Okay.

Graves.

Your fifteen minutes are up.

Time to go back to irrelevance.

Aw, don’t be said.

We all had a nice laugh, huh?

We turned the wrestling world on its head, didn’t we?

For two whole months.

‘Micheal Graves’ went from being the wrestling industry’s punchline…

To TOP-TIER TALENT.

Your name is LITERALLY #1 on the ELO chart.

(in quotes, cuz we all know who’s actually numero one).

And all it took?

Was a little substitute casting.

For the

GREATEST.

WRESTLER.

WHO EVER LIVED.



Since Day One.

To don the ‘Dark Warrior’ mantle.

And create the single most captivating story on Thursday Night.



What did I say I would do?

I told the whole Anarchy Roster.

I could come in and take the belt…

ANY TIME I WANTED.



And I did.



It’s been fun.

A gas.

A laugh-and-a-half.



But now?

Halloween was last month.

Time to hang up the costume.

And shove the dead back in their Graves.
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