Post by graves on Aug 20, 2007 17:59:32 GMT -6
The camera fades in on Graves, sitting on a lone metal chair, sitting in the middle of nothingness. The entire backdrop is black, and for the first time, the trademark white bulb is nowhere to be seen. He's not gimmicked out like usual, and he looks fairly pissed.
Graves: "And yet again, my win-loss record takes a turn for the worse. I was the first person gone. I was outlasted, and I probably deserved it. I touched a nerve I probably shouldn't have prodded at, but it makes no difference. It doesn't matter if I win or lose my matches. I'm just in it for the fight. For the legal violence. For the unreprimanded desecration that can take place. A prime example of this is my match this week. Against Meltdown. You're returning? Who cares. The last person that returned against me got his f**king head and ass beat together. If you care to recall what happened to King Cobra, you may choose to reconsider your return. You may just want to stay the f**k away. I'm highly unpopular amongst the backstage populus, and even they're saying I'm going to win. You're just another measly step in the long road of pain I've walked my entire life. Another step on the stairway to hell I've been climbing since I was born. No one, and I mean, no one, can stop that walk, that climb. Five people against me? I lost, but I still stand. Scars, burns, and bruises? I still walk. Broken ribs and a shattered neck? I still climbed step by step until I'm where I am now. You've got a height and weight advantage, but that's nothing new. Again, so did King Cobra. You prance around in a mask...a stupid f**king mask...I'm going to take that mask, Meltdown. I'm going to dye it crimson from your blood, dripping red from the gold ornamentation. I'm going to teach you a lesson that all the other members of this f**king roster will learn. Just because someone is on a losing streak, don't take them lightly. Don't take them lightly at all. I'm just as dangerous as anyone else on the roster. Maybe even more-so because I've been losing. A desperate man has nothing to lose. You have everything to lose, all your glory, your mask, your pride, your f**king career. You're going to be just an example. Don't take anything personal, it's all business. The business of pain and the pleasure of bloodletting. They're going to need to get a new ring when I'm done with you, Meltdown. Anyone after us will be slipping in the puddles of blood you leave behind on the mat. "
Graves looks up, looking at the camera for the first time. Nothing is written on his forehead, and his face isn't as pale as it usually is. Though he came off as irritated and angry earlier, now he seems just rather downtrodden. Also, noticably gone is the cigarette he seems to always have lit. He looks down at the hand where it usually is, and lets out a heavy sigh. It's quite obvious he's really needing one about now.
Graves: "I ran out of cigarettes earlier today...you don't exactly get paid for losing matches. I've been nic-fitting all day. One moment I'll be angry, the next, sad. But never happy. Not that this deters from my normal routine of life at all, but it's just happening at much higher frequencies that normal. It's to the very extremities of each spectrum. The intense hatred for everything I see, then the absolute hatred of my very being. Wanting to commit mass murder, then contemplating suicide. Nothing is going quite right at all this week. Losing, running out of cigarettes and money. Now all I need is for a f**king relative to take a dirt nap and I'll be having an absolute stellar week. But like I said earlier, it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. People win, people lose, people live, people die, people drink, people smoke, people cry. Something's always happening, and I'm beginning to think I don't fit into the entire situation at all. That I need to get out. Like a moth to the flame with the fire to blame. As much as I hate everything, something always keeps me here. I don't know what it is, and I'm not really sure I want to know."
He cracks his neck to the side, and then to the other side. He looks directly at the camera, and then lets out a completely fake and utterly fearless and criminal grin.
Graves: "All I really know is that Meltdown...I WILL f**kING BURY YOU!"
The camera breaks into static without a moment's notice, then fade to black.
Graves: "And yet again, my win-loss record takes a turn for the worse. I was the first person gone. I was outlasted, and I probably deserved it. I touched a nerve I probably shouldn't have prodded at, but it makes no difference. It doesn't matter if I win or lose my matches. I'm just in it for the fight. For the legal violence. For the unreprimanded desecration that can take place. A prime example of this is my match this week. Against Meltdown. You're returning? Who cares. The last person that returned against me got his f**king head and ass beat together. If you care to recall what happened to King Cobra, you may choose to reconsider your return. You may just want to stay the f**k away. I'm highly unpopular amongst the backstage populus, and even they're saying I'm going to win. You're just another measly step in the long road of pain I've walked my entire life. Another step on the stairway to hell I've been climbing since I was born. No one, and I mean, no one, can stop that walk, that climb. Five people against me? I lost, but I still stand. Scars, burns, and bruises? I still walk. Broken ribs and a shattered neck? I still climbed step by step until I'm where I am now. You've got a height and weight advantage, but that's nothing new. Again, so did King Cobra. You prance around in a mask...a stupid f**king mask...I'm going to take that mask, Meltdown. I'm going to dye it crimson from your blood, dripping red from the gold ornamentation. I'm going to teach you a lesson that all the other members of this f**king roster will learn. Just because someone is on a losing streak, don't take them lightly. Don't take them lightly at all. I'm just as dangerous as anyone else on the roster. Maybe even more-so because I've been losing. A desperate man has nothing to lose. You have everything to lose, all your glory, your mask, your pride, your f**king career. You're going to be just an example. Don't take anything personal, it's all business. The business of pain and the pleasure of bloodletting. They're going to need to get a new ring when I'm done with you, Meltdown. Anyone after us will be slipping in the puddles of blood you leave behind on the mat. "
Graves looks up, looking at the camera for the first time. Nothing is written on his forehead, and his face isn't as pale as it usually is. Though he came off as irritated and angry earlier, now he seems just rather downtrodden. Also, noticably gone is the cigarette he seems to always have lit. He looks down at the hand where it usually is, and lets out a heavy sigh. It's quite obvious he's really needing one about now.
Graves: "I ran out of cigarettes earlier today...you don't exactly get paid for losing matches. I've been nic-fitting all day. One moment I'll be angry, the next, sad. But never happy. Not that this deters from my normal routine of life at all, but it's just happening at much higher frequencies that normal. It's to the very extremities of each spectrum. The intense hatred for everything I see, then the absolute hatred of my very being. Wanting to commit mass murder, then contemplating suicide. Nothing is going quite right at all this week. Losing, running out of cigarettes and money. Now all I need is for a f**king relative to take a dirt nap and I'll be having an absolute stellar week. But like I said earlier, it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. People win, people lose, people live, people die, people drink, people smoke, people cry. Something's always happening, and I'm beginning to think I don't fit into the entire situation at all. That I need to get out. Like a moth to the flame with the fire to blame. As much as I hate everything, something always keeps me here. I don't know what it is, and I'm not really sure I want to know."
He cracks his neck to the side, and then to the other side. He looks directly at the camera, and then lets out a completely fake and utterly fearless and criminal grin.
Graves: "All I really know is that Meltdown...I WILL f**kING BURY YOU!"
The camera breaks into static without a moment's notice, then fade to black.