Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 16:48:57 GMT -5
The scene opens up across the street from a house. The house is clearly abandoned as the paint is peeling, one of the gutters is hanging down from the roof. The windows are boarded up and spray paint riddles the front of the once white home. The grass is uncut, the weeds choking the life out of the sides of the porch as well as the walkway that once lead from the front door to the driveway. The driveway has also been overrun by weeds as well.
The roar of a motorcycle can be heard from off to the right and it gets louder and louder. Eventually a motorcycle slowly pulls into the camera view as it pulls up in front of the house, parked as close to the sidewalk as possible. Gravedigger turns off the motorcycle and climbs off of it. He takes off a pair of shades and glances around the neighborhood as he slides them into the front of his shirt. Gravedigger walks up the sidewalk onto the driveway and then eventually takes the barely visible walkway up to the front steps. He stops at the door and glances around once more to see if anyone is looking before forcing the front door open.
The camera switches its view to inside the house behind Gravedigger who is standing there looking around at the empty room that used to be the living room. Trash is everywhere, mostly from empty beer cans, bottles, and food wrappers. The sound of flies can also be heard, likely coming from near the food wrappers. Gravedigger stares over at a particular spot, a slight grin on his face as if remembering something. He finally turns and walks out of the room, further into the house. His face goes from the grin to a look of annoyance as he notices more evidence of the vandalism of the house.
Gravedigger walks down a hallway and eventually into one of the rooms. Judging from the look of it, it was once a bedroom. It looks as dirty and vandalized as the other rooms. Gravedigger walks over to the closet and shuts the door as much as he can shut it. He grins as he looks at the door frame and sees writing that’s barely visible now. Markings from a pencil. They’re the height of someone. He sees a couple of names “John” and “Chester”.
Gravedigger stands back up, walks out of the room and further down the hall and to a corner room. He stops at the closed door. He stands there for a few seconds as if something is stopping him before he reaches out and tries to turn the knob. The door is locked. He leans into it a couple of times with his shoulder, but it has no give. He steps back and lunges forward with his biker boots and smashes it into the door. Nothing. He lunges forward a couple of more times and the door suddenly starts giving away until he’s finally able to force himself into the room.
A room untouched by the vagrants and vandalizers over the years. Judging from the stuffed animals, clothes and colors around the room, it’s obviously a girl’s room. The room is covered by cobwebs and other creepy crawlies that were not able to be kept out by the lock and attempts to keep the door secured. Gravedigger silently walks around the room, focusing his attention on certain objects around the room, picking them up and staring at them before finally putting them back down.
Gravedigger finally turns and walks towards the closet in this room as well. The door is already closed and just like in the other room, he looks at the markings on the door frame that have only a single name: Jennifer. A look of legendary sadness goes across the face of Gravedigger. He finally steps back and opens the closet. He stands there staring for a few seconds before reaching in and pulling out some of the clothes, tossing them behind him onto the side of the bed until he can see the back of the closet. He messes with part of the wall, revealing a hiding spot. He reaches in and pulls something out: an envelope. The name on the front reads “To Jennifer”. Gravedigger turns the envelope over, opens the flap and pulls out a letter, a grin creeping back across his face. He unfolds the letter written in neat handwriting, yet slightly faded from age.
“Jennifer,
I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I couldn’t save you. I don’t understand why I couldn’t pull you out from the drain. I tried. I promise, I swear. Please don’t be mad at me.
I don’t understand why it happened to you. Why did you have to go? I feel like a part of me drowned with you that day. That weird connection we always laughed about that we had, it’s empty. I feel it there, but there’s nothing to actually feel anymore. It’s like this black hole.
It’s been five years and I already feel like people are forgetting you. Ten years from now, will people remember you anymore? Everyone I meet doesn’t know that I was once a twin. Will this happen to me one day? Will I be forgotten?”
Gravedigger’s face suddenly lifts up to the camera as he reads those last words, a look of concentration on his face as the scene fades out.
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The scene opens up again to a close-up of a good-sized puddle of murky water, dirt and leaves the obvious cause of this. The reflection of a tree and the sky can just barely be made out in the dirty water. The camera slowly zooms out to show that the puddle is in the middle of an empty pool. The deep end of the empty pool to be more exact as the slant of the pool slowly comes into the picture.
Next boots come into view, then a pair of jeans, then a motorcycle jacket and a black t-shirt underneath. We start to see the markings and logo of Mara Salvatrucha aka MS-13 until finally the owner of the clothing is revealed to be WCF Legend, Gravedigger. He is seated on the bottom of the pool, his back against the side, the steps just off to the side of the camera shot. One leg is laying straight out in front of him while the other is bent, his left arm propped up on the bent leg. His eyes are closed as the sound of wind blowing through nearby trees can be heard. He finally opens his eyes and glances around at the empty pool before him as he speaks.
Gravedigger
25 years. This year marks the 25th anniversary since the death of my twin sister, Jennifer. She died in a swimming accident in this very pool that I sit in. 25 years. A quarter of a century since part of my soul died. 25 years since Gravedigger was born. I didn’t become a wrestler until over 10 years later, but Gravedigger was indeed born that day. Born out of terrible circumstances. Who I am today wasn’t born out of some horrific and borderline unbelievable circumstances. I’m not some guy whose parents or family were gunned down or killed by psychos. I’m not someone who was beaten as a child. I’m not like most of the other motherfuckers here in WCF who sound more like movie characters than real people. I am John Borroughs commonly known as Gravedigger. I’m one of the realest motherfuckers in WCF.
Five years ago, I talked about the 20 year anniversary of Jenn’s death and so I figured what better time to mention the 25 year anniversary than for my match against Wade Moor. Godnilla. Broseidon. In much the same way you say that you were born from the water, Wade, so was I. I don’t know in what way exactly you were born from the water, but the water both killed a part of me and yet it also made me whole. So much of our lives are made up of water, hell majority of our bodies are made up of water. When Jenn was drowning, I was there under the water with her, trying to help her. I was trying to keep her from drowning, but there was that point when it was clear I could not free her and she was going to drown. For the briefest of moments, I was going to make the decision to stay and drown, but she pushed me away.
I rose from the water and stepped out of the pool changed. The old me died and a new me arose from the grave of my sister, Jennifer. I’ve done nothing in my life ever since but strive to be the best at everything that I do, never more apparent than my time here in WCF. World Champion. War Winner. WCF Owner. Hall of Famer. Main Eventer. Tag Team Champion. Hardcore Champion. I am the epitome of all of them. You say those words here in WCF and they all are associated with ME. Yeah, I’ve won other belts, too, but these are the things that define me. What defines you, Wade? You’ve been here for a combined 12 months if my count is correct.
What have you done during that time exactly? World champion for a couple of months and Trios champion. Really? Wade is that it? In one year’s worth of matches, you’ve done nothing more than be world champion and trios champion? Now, I know for most people those would be huge accolades, especially when you won the world title within your first quarter year here in WCF, but I’m not most people. I don’t impress so easily. Wade, according to the WCF history books, you’re one of forty-seven world champions in WCF history. Guys like me and you make up less than FOUR PERCENT of WCF wrestlers in the history of the company who have held the big gold belt.
But when we take a closer look at that title reign of yours, it starts to look less impressive. You won it in an impromptu world title match against Jay Omega, a man who beat you when you choked in your first and so far, only War match. Again, great job on winning the world title in the first place but if we listen to you and the other guys in #BeachKrew and honestly the general consensus of Jay Omega here in WCF, it wasn’t THAT impressive that you beat him for it. I mean, I’m only going by your own words and opinions shared publicly and backstage as well when we were all hanging out in private.
If that wasn’t unimpressive enough for you, then there was the fact that your only successful world title defense was against Gemini Battle. Yet again, here’s another guy that you and your boys trashed relentlessly before the match and ever since. So you finally lose your title to of all people…Jayson Price. It’s like seriously, Wade? What the fuck. The guy beat me when I was masked as Hector Rodriguez, but ever since I unmasked, he’s not been able to figure out how to beat me. I’ve got Jayson Price’s number so well that he has even considered no-showing against me in matches in fear of being humiliated in the ring with yet another loss, and THIS is the man who beat you?
But hey, there’s been plenty of world champions who won, defended, or lost to inferior talent in the ring so I can’t go too hard on you, right? Wrong! I hate to sound like a broken record here when I shoot on you one-hit wonder world champions, but it makes me fucking sick to see a belt I helped build to the prestige it is today to see someone like you not even attempt to go after it after you lost it. I mean was the loss to Price really that humiliating? I mean you did get a title shot opportunity a while later, but you lost that match to guess who: Gemini Battle.
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger
You can’t write this shit! You know what one phrase can be used to describe your time in WCF ever since Price beat you? “OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Now, before I explain why, let me address what a lot of people watching this are probably thinking. But Gravedigger you were a multiple time world champion, etc. etc., right? You haven’t been a champion in a couple of years now, how does that saying not apply to you? Simple. I am still going all out to be the best in this company. I am still going for the world title. I last held that title in 2010 and look at every run I’ve had here since then. Every time I come back, I am gunning for the world title. I am striving to win the big gold belt once more. I have had world title matches. Wade, do you think you’re going to have world title matches this year? Even if Joey Flash loses the belt to a non-Pantheon member, do you think you’ll be awarded a world title shot just naturally? Doubt it. Are you even going to go for the belt again? Doubt it. You’ve obviously become complacent.
Gravedigger suddenly stands up and walks over and up the steps out of the pool. The house is obviously abandoned as the weeds have taken over the yard and the area underneath the deck that Gravedigger heads towards. The wood creaks as Gravedigger climbs up the steps. He walks over to a dirty table that he has brushed off. On top of it sits a laptop. A cell phone sits beside of it. Gravedigger stars typing away at the laptop before continuing.
Gravedigger
“OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Look at what you’ve become ever since, Wade. You’ve become nothing more than a glorified tag team wrestler. To turn a phrase of yours, you’ve become a Clusterfuccboi. Bravo though, you’re a Trios champion. A belt I have never held before and frankly could not give a shit about. I mean look who you and #BeachKrew won the belts from. Zero Tolerance. The Clusterfuccbois themselves. The guys whose entire WCF career has been nothing but tag team matches and clusterfucks. The guys that you, Rabid, and Holmes taunted and dogged relentlessly about how bad they are. So, congratulations on beating some guys you made out to be absolute trash. But speaking of beating them, this had to be the best part…
Gravedigger spins the laptop around so that those watching can see what is on the screen. It’s video from the One match in question.
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Freddy Whoa: WADE MOOR WITH THE FLIPPING SENTON OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO JASON CASH! Holy. Shit.
The crowd are on their feet as Cash and Moor crumble onto the mat in a heap, amazed at the athletic feat from the big man of #BeachKrew.
Zach Davis: Jared Holmes has found his feet and surveyed the scene. He rolls into the ring.
Holmes grabs Crazy J by the head and pulls him near the ropes. Then, with the rope’s assistance, he flips Crazy J up and over with the Canadian Destroyer.
Freddy Whoa: Dolphin. Driver.
Holmes looks over for Wade, who hadn’t stirred at ringside and, with a heavy heart, throws his arm across J’s chest for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: It's done.
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The camera zooms back out to a grinning Gravedigger.
Gravedigger
For all the trash you talked and all the effort you put in to beating Crazy J for the hardcore title, you couldn’t get the job done. I’m sure if we looked back over the months that Crazy J has held that title, you would probably be the biggest threat and the guy who put in the most effort to take the belt from him, but you failed.
“OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Wade Moor, former world champion. Is now the Trios champion, a belt that your average WCF wrestler gives zero fucks about. Wade Moor, former world champion, can’t even win the hardcore title. But you see, what gets me about that is this: even though I’m talking about the hardcore title being a lower tier belt, despite what the idiot holding it tells everyone, you haven’t even fought for it again since. You didn’t demand another shot. You didn’t walk out and demand a shot. You didn’t jump Crazy J on TV and demand he give you another shot. You didn’t go to Seth and demand another shot.
Nah, you lazy fuccboi, you’re good. You got yours. You got the Trios title. You got that gold around your waist. You’re in the Champions Circle once more. You breathed a sigh of relief from those swampy lungs of yours didn’t you?
See, that’s what pisses me off about motherfuckers like you. Let’s talk about #BeachKrew for a second. I had always been a huge #BeachKrew mark. I won’t lie. No sense in it. You guys ruled the place. You had multiple title belts, you were ruling the fed. It reminded me of the glory days of The Dark Side. I was never a real member of the group and I was fine with that. I was just glad to finally see a group of true assholes walk in and dominate the place. We saw groups over the years that talked a big game and tried to be assholes but they never succeeded. You know, groups like Church of Dark Saints, groups like them. But here we had #BeachKrew and even though Jared Holmes and Johnny Rabid fought over the leadership of the group, you were standing there atop the WCF mountain for a short time as the WCF World Champion.
But then Mexico happened and you left WCF. You returned 6 months later and there was this fucking change in not only you, but #BeachKrew as a whole. You motherfuckers joined Pantheon. If you could have seen the look on my face and if looks could kill, I would have obliterated you from head to toe. The two things people associate with me the most is MS-13 and my hatred for Pantheon. I’ve never been a fan of Pantheon. They were fakes and pretenders. I’m talking about every version of that group from its origins to now. You guys in #BeachKrew are not even the frontrunners of the group. You motherfuckers are resting on your laurels because you get your name in the record books, the history books as members of Pantheon
I may have joined Logan at one time to combine The Dark Side and Team of Treachery, but The Dark Side of Treachery was just about causing havoc and destruction. It was about pissing people off. I was already a big name here and never needed to join some supergroup to do so, but you guys did. You especially did, Wade. You needed that Pantheon name because honestly in five years, if you’re still here no one is going to remember you. The history books of WCF will have you listed as nothing more than a footnote. You’ll appear in the record books as a World champion and a Trios champion, but that’s it.
Like I said, you changed since you came back Wade. Where is the Wade Moor that used to yell out “UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!” at the top of his lungs when he came out? Where’s that monster? Where’s the REAL Broseidon? You’re nothing but an imposter. The Leviathan of WCF has been reduced to a bottom feeder in the Brocean.
The great Wade Moor has gone from walking out with the world title to relaxing each week, collecting that paycheck while holding onto the tag rope in the corner, waiting for his couple of minutes he has to hop into the ring when Rabid or Holmes tags him in. He’ll hold the Trios belts for a few months until some team is forced together by Lerch and beats you guys, but then what will you do? Just show up each week and clock in? Will you go after the hardcore title again? The IT title? The TV title?
25 years I ago I said I had that moment when I wanted to just stay and drown. Wade, maybe you’re the one that just needs to Stay and Drown? Just tap out, Wade. Let the tide wash over you. This time not for the purposes of being reborn, but maybe so that the ocean will just carry you back out to sea where you came from.
Talk about being washed up, right? Isn’t it supposed to be long-time veterans like me that are supposed to be washed up? Nah, Wade, you or anyone that acts like I’m washed up or a shell of my former self, I’m just getting started. Look at this start I’m talking about. I’m getting booked against the world champion, the number one contender for the world title, then you. Despite all this shit I’ve said about you, you’re still considered a big name here in WCF for now. I’m still getting the big matches. Not because of my Legend or Hall of Fame status, but because wrestlers here in WCF want a shot. They want to see how they compare to ME. Who is lining up to see how they compare to you? Not a fucking person in sight. Corey Black’s Retirement Tour can suck a big bag of dicks. See, Gravedigger doesn’t need to announce a retirement tour to get people lined up wanting a shot. I just show up and they fucking line up. I bring in the ratings. I bring in the merchandise sales. I’m a machine. Maybe not as well-oiled as I used to be, but I still manufacture the goods.
Now I know what people may be thinking. Big deal Gravedigger, you’ve had these big matches but you’ve lost all of them so far. I’m a big enough man to admit it straight up. Not going to make excuses. I took these guys to their limits and made them pull out all the stops just to barely squeak by with a win. Yeah, I’m going to start losing steam if I don’t win a match here soon, but you know what…FUCK IT. I’m the motherfucker that is going up against the best wrestlers in WCF. One after the other. I’m getting the big matches. When the smoke clears in 2017 who else other than Corey Black and his retirement tour is going to be able to say that shit?
Will Joey Flash be able to say that? The world champion?
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger
Don’t fucking try that shit with me. The same motherfucker that said when he won the world title, he would face people every week. Nah, once he saw how close he came to losing that belt to me, he said fuck that noise. I ran the world champion back out of the ring. I took the wind out of his sails. You think that motherfucker Crazy J is going to go up against the best in the fed?
Gravedigger laughs again, harder this time.
Gravedigger
Oh man, that’s a good one. Nah, that nobody is just going to keep hiding in tag matches and face people no one has ever heard of. He’s about to face Andre Holmes, one of the very few real challengers he’s even had to that belt. What about the other champions? Sebastian Knight? Teddy Blaze? Kevin Bishop? Jason O’Neal? Captain Pantheon & Steven Singh? Your Trios team?
Man, please, Wade. Stop it. The best of multiple divisions here in WCF, basically some of the top talent here in WCF will not put before them the list of names I will have by the end of the year. Forget Epitome of Hardcore, I’m the Epitome of WCF. What the fuck are you, Wade? Now, usually about this time, I use my catchphrase of HERE LIES SO AND SO, right? Nah, this time there will be no burial. Wade, I’m not going to bury you at Rise Up. No, I’m going to DROWN you.
The grin fades from Gravedigger’s face as the scene fades to black.
The roar of a motorcycle can be heard from off to the right and it gets louder and louder. Eventually a motorcycle slowly pulls into the camera view as it pulls up in front of the house, parked as close to the sidewalk as possible. Gravedigger turns off the motorcycle and climbs off of it. He takes off a pair of shades and glances around the neighborhood as he slides them into the front of his shirt. Gravedigger walks up the sidewalk onto the driveway and then eventually takes the barely visible walkway up to the front steps. He stops at the door and glances around once more to see if anyone is looking before forcing the front door open.
The camera switches its view to inside the house behind Gravedigger who is standing there looking around at the empty room that used to be the living room. Trash is everywhere, mostly from empty beer cans, bottles, and food wrappers. The sound of flies can also be heard, likely coming from near the food wrappers. Gravedigger stares over at a particular spot, a slight grin on his face as if remembering something. He finally turns and walks out of the room, further into the house. His face goes from the grin to a look of annoyance as he notices more evidence of the vandalism of the house.
Gravedigger walks down a hallway and eventually into one of the rooms. Judging from the look of it, it was once a bedroom. It looks as dirty and vandalized as the other rooms. Gravedigger walks over to the closet and shuts the door as much as he can shut it. He grins as he looks at the door frame and sees writing that’s barely visible now. Markings from a pencil. They’re the height of someone. He sees a couple of names “John” and “Chester”.
Gravedigger stands back up, walks out of the room and further down the hall and to a corner room. He stops at the closed door. He stands there for a few seconds as if something is stopping him before he reaches out and tries to turn the knob. The door is locked. He leans into it a couple of times with his shoulder, but it has no give. He steps back and lunges forward with his biker boots and smashes it into the door. Nothing. He lunges forward a couple of more times and the door suddenly starts giving away until he’s finally able to force himself into the room.
A room untouched by the vagrants and vandalizers over the years. Judging from the stuffed animals, clothes and colors around the room, it’s obviously a girl’s room. The room is covered by cobwebs and other creepy crawlies that were not able to be kept out by the lock and attempts to keep the door secured. Gravedigger silently walks around the room, focusing his attention on certain objects around the room, picking them up and staring at them before finally putting them back down.
Gravedigger finally turns and walks towards the closet in this room as well. The door is already closed and just like in the other room, he looks at the markings on the door frame that have only a single name: Jennifer. A look of legendary sadness goes across the face of Gravedigger. He finally steps back and opens the closet. He stands there staring for a few seconds before reaching in and pulling out some of the clothes, tossing them behind him onto the side of the bed until he can see the back of the closet. He messes with part of the wall, revealing a hiding spot. He reaches in and pulls something out: an envelope. The name on the front reads “To Jennifer”. Gravedigger turns the envelope over, opens the flap and pulls out a letter, a grin creeping back across his face. He unfolds the letter written in neat handwriting, yet slightly faded from age.
“Jennifer,
I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I couldn’t save you. I don’t understand why I couldn’t pull you out from the drain. I tried. I promise, I swear. Please don’t be mad at me.
I don’t understand why it happened to you. Why did you have to go? I feel like a part of me drowned with you that day. That weird connection we always laughed about that we had, it’s empty. I feel it there, but there’s nothing to actually feel anymore. It’s like this black hole.
It’s been five years and I already feel like people are forgetting you. Ten years from now, will people remember you anymore? Everyone I meet doesn’t know that I was once a twin. Will this happen to me one day? Will I be forgotten?”
Gravedigger’s face suddenly lifts up to the camera as he reads those last words, a look of concentration on his face as the scene fades out.
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The scene opens up again to a close-up of a good-sized puddle of murky water, dirt and leaves the obvious cause of this. The reflection of a tree and the sky can just barely be made out in the dirty water. The camera slowly zooms out to show that the puddle is in the middle of an empty pool. The deep end of the empty pool to be more exact as the slant of the pool slowly comes into the picture.
Next boots come into view, then a pair of jeans, then a motorcycle jacket and a black t-shirt underneath. We start to see the markings and logo of Mara Salvatrucha aka MS-13 until finally the owner of the clothing is revealed to be WCF Legend, Gravedigger. He is seated on the bottom of the pool, his back against the side, the steps just off to the side of the camera shot. One leg is laying straight out in front of him while the other is bent, his left arm propped up on the bent leg. His eyes are closed as the sound of wind blowing through nearby trees can be heard. He finally opens his eyes and glances around at the empty pool before him as he speaks.
Gravedigger
25 years. This year marks the 25th anniversary since the death of my twin sister, Jennifer. She died in a swimming accident in this very pool that I sit in. 25 years. A quarter of a century since part of my soul died. 25 years since Gravedigger was born. I didn’t become a wrestler until over 10 years later, but Gravedigger was indeed born that day. Born out of terrible circumstances. Who I am today wasn’t born out of some horrific and borderline unbelievable circumstances. I’m not some guy whose parents or family were gunned down or killed by psychos. I’m not someone who was beaten as a child. I’m not like most of the other motherfuckers here in WCF who sound more like movie characters than real people. I am John Borroughs commonly known as Gravedigger. I’m one of the realest motherfuckers in WCF.
Five years ago, I talked about the 20 year anniversary of Jenn’s death and so I figured what better time to mention the 25 year anniversary than for my match against Wade Moor. Godnilla. Broseidon. In much the same way you say that you were born from the water, Wade, so was I. I don’t know in what way exactly you were born from the water, but the water both killed a part of me and yet it also made me whole. So much of our lives are made up of water, hell majority of our bodies are made up of water. When Jenn was drowning, I was there under the water with her, trying to help her. I was trying to keep her from drowning, but there was that point when it was clear I could not free her and she was going to drown. For the briefest of moments, I was going to make the decision to stay and drown, but she pushed me away.
I rose from the water and stepped out of the pool changed. The old me died and a new me arose from the grave of my sister, Jennifer. I’ve done nothing in my life ever since but strive to be the best at everything that I do, never more apparent than my time here in WCF. World Champion. War Winner. WCF Owner. Hall of Famer. Main Eventer. Tag Team Champion. Hardcore Champion. I am the epitome of all of them. You say those words here in WCF and they all are associated with ME. Yeah, I’ve won other belts, too, but these are the things that define me. What defines you, Wade? You’ve been here for a combined 12 months if my count is correct.
What have you done during that time exactly? World champion for a couple of months and Trios champion. Really? Wade is that it? In one year’s worth of matches, you’ve done nothing more than be world champion and trios champion? Now, I know for most people those would be huge accolades, especially when you won the world title within your first quarter year here in WCF, but I’m not most people. I don’t impress so easily. Wade, according to the WCF history books, you’re one of forty-seven world champions in WCF history. Guys like me and you make up less than FOUR PERCENT of WCF wrestlers in the history of the company who have held the big gold belt.
But when we take a closer look at that title reign of yours, it starts to look less impressive. You won it in an impromptu world title match against Jay Omega, a man who beat you when you choked in your first and so far, only War match. Again, great job on winning the world title in the first place but if we listen to you and the other guys in #BeachKrew and honestly the general consensus of Jay Omega here in WCF, it wasn’t THAT impressive that you beat him for it. I mean, I’m only going by your own words and opinions shared publicly and backstage as well when we were all hanging out in private.
If that wasn’t unimpressive enough for you, then there was the fact that your only successful world title defense was against Gemini Battle. Yet again, here’s another guy that you and your boys trashed relentlessly before the match and ever since. So you finally lose your title to of all people…Jayson Price. It’s like seriously, Wade? What the fuck. The guy beat me when I was masked as Hector Rodriguez, but ever since I unmasked, he’s not been able to figure out how to beat me. I’ve got Jayson Price’s number so well that he has even considered no-showing against me in matches in fear of being humiliated in the ring with yet another loss, and THIS is the man who beat you?
But hey, there’s been plenty of world champions who won, defended, or lost to inferior talent in the ring so I can’t go too hard on you, right? Wrong! I hate to sound like a broken record here when I shoot on you one-hit wonder world champions, but it makes me fucking sick to see a belt I helped build to the prestige it is today to see someone like you not even attempt to go after it after you lost it. I mean was the loss to Price really that humiliating? I mean you did get a title shot opportunity a while later, but you lost that match to guess who: Gemini Battle.
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger
You can’t write this shit! You know what one phrase can be used to describe your time in WCF ever since Price beat you? “OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Now, before I explain why, let me address what a lot of people watching this are probably thinking. But Gravedigger you were a multiple time world champion, etc. etc., right? You haven’t been a champion in a couple of years now, how does that saying not apply to you? Simple. I am still going all out to be the best in this company. I am still going for the world title. I last held that title in 2010 and look at every run I’ve had here since then. Every time I come back, I am gunning for the world title. I am striving to win the big gold belt once more. I have had world title matches. Wade, do you think you’re going to have world title matches this year? Even if Joey Flash loses the belt to a non-Pantheon member, do you think you’ll be awarded a world title shot just naturally? Doubt it. Are you even going to go for the belt again? Doubt it. You’ve obviously become complacent.
Gravedigger suddenly stands up and walks over and up the steps out of the pool. The house is obviously abandoned as the weeds have taken over the yard and the area underneath the deck that Gravedigger heads towards. The wood creaks as Gravedigger climbs up the steps. He walks over to a dirty table that he has brushed off. On top of it sits a laptop. A cell phone sits beside of it. Gravedigger stars typing away at the laptop before continuing.
Gravedigger
“OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Look at what you’ve become ever since, Wade. You’ve become nothing more than a glorified tag team wrestler. To turn a phrase of yours, you’ve become a Clusterfuccboi. Bravo though, you’re a Trios champion. A belt I have never held before and frankly could not give a shit about. I mean look who you and #BeachKrew won the belts from. Zero Tolerance. The Clusterfuccbois themselves. The guys whose entire WCF career has been nothing but tag team matches and clusterfucks. The guys that you, Rabid, and Holmes taunted and dogged relentlessly about how bad they are. So, congratulations on beating some guys you made out to be absolute trash. But speaking of beating them, this had to be the best part…
Gravedigger spins the laptop around so that those watching can see what is on the screen. It’s video from the One match in question.
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Freddy Whoa: WADE MOOR WITH THE FLIPPING SENTON OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO JASON CASH! Holy. Shit.
The crowd are on their feet as Cash and Moor crumble onto the mat in a heap, amazed at the athletic feat from the big man of #BeachKrew.
Zach Davis: Jared Holmes has found his feet and surveyed the scene. He rolls into the ring.
Holmes grabs Crazy J by the head and pulls him near the ropes. Then, with the rope’s assistance, he flips Crazy J up and over with the Canadian Destroyer.
Freddy Whoa: Dolphin. Driver.
Holmes looks over for Wade, who hadn’t stirred at ringside and, with a heavy heart, throws his arm across J’s chest for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: It's done.
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The camera zooms back out to a grinning Gravedigger.
Gravedigger
For all the trash you talked and all the effort you put in to beating Crazy J for the hardcore title, you couldn’t get the job done. I’m sure if we looked back over the months that Crazy J has held that title, you would probably be the biggest threat and the guy who put in the most effort to take the belt from him, but you failed.
“OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!” Wade Moor, former world champion. Is now the Trios champion, a belt that your average WCF wrestler gives zero fucks about. Wade Moor, former world champion, can’t even win the hardcore title. But you see, what gets me about that is this: even though I’m talking about the hardcore title being a lower tier belt, despite what the idiot holding it tells everyone, you haven’t even fought for it again since. You didn’t demand another shot. You didn’t walk out and demand a shot. You didn’t jump Crazy J on TV and demand he give you another shot. You didn’t go to Seth and demand another shot.
Nah, you lazy fuccboi, you’re good. You got yours. You got the Trios title. You got that gold around your waist. You’re in the Champions Circle once more. You breathed a sigh of relief from those swampy lungs of yours didn’t you?
See, that’s what pisses me off about motherfuckers like you. Let’s talk about #BeachKrew for a second. I had always been a huge #BeachKrew mark. I won’t lie. No sense in it. You guys ruled the place. You had multiple title belts, you were ruling the fed. It reminded me of the glory days of The Dark Side. I was never a real member of the group and I was fine with that. I was just glad to finally see a group of true assholes walk in and dominate the place. We saw groups over the years that talked a big game and tried to be assholes but they never succeeded. You know, groups like Church of Dark Saints, groups like them. But here we had #BeachKrew and even though Jared Holmes and Johnny Rabid fought over the leadership of the group, you were standing there atop the WCF mountain for a short time as the WCF World Champion.
But then Mexico happened and you left WCF. You returned 6 months later and there was this fucking change in not only you, but #BeachKrew as a whole. You motherfuckers joined Pantheon. If you could have seen the look on my face and if looks could kill, I would have obliterated you from head to toe. The two things people associate with me the most is MS-13 and my hatred for Pantheon. I’ve never been a fan of Pantheon. They were fakes and pretenders. I’m talking about every version of that group from its origins to now. You guys in #BeachKrew are not even the frontrunners of the group. You motherfuckers are resting on your laurels because you get your name in the record books, the history books as members of Pantheon
I may have joined Logan at one time to combine The Dark Side and Team of Treachery, but The Dark Side of Treachery was just about causing havoc and destruction. It was about pissing people off. I was already a big name here and never needed to join some supergroup to do so, but you guys did. You especially did, Wade. You needed that Pantheon name because honestly in five years, if you’re still here no one is going to remember you. The history books of WCF will have you listed as nothing more than a footnote. You’ll appear in the record books as a World champion and a Trios champion, but that’s it.
Like I said, you changed since you came back Wade. Where is the Wade Moor that used to yell out “UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!” at the top of his lungs when he came out? Where’s that monster? Where’s the REAL Broseidon? You’re nothing but an imposter. The Leviathan of WCF has been reduced to a bottom feeder in the Brocean.
The great Wade Moor has gone from walking out with the world title to relaxing each week, collecting that paycheck while holding onto the tag rope in the corner, waiting for his couple of minutes he has to hop into the ring when Rabid or Holmes tags him in. He’ll hold the Trios belts for a few months until some team is forced together by Lerch and beats you guys, but then what will you do? Just show up each week and clock in? Will you go after the hardcore title again? The IT title? The TV title?
25 years I ago I said I had that moment when I wanted to just stay and drown. Wade, maybe you’re the one that just needs to Stay and Drown? Just tap out, Wade. Let the tide wash over you. This time not for the purposes of being reborn, but maybe so that the ocean will just carry you back out to sea where you came from.
Talk about being washed up, right? Isn’t it supposed to be long-time veterans like me that are supposed to be washed up? Nah, Wade, you or anyone that acts like I’m washed up or a shell of my former self, I’m just getting started. Look at this start I’m talking about. I’m getting booked against the world champion, the number one contender for the world title, then you. Despite all this shit I’ve said about you, you’re still considered a big name here in WCF for now. I’m still getting the big matches. Not because of my Legend or Hall of Fame status, but because wrestlers here in WCF want a shot. They want to see how they compare to ME. Who is lining up to see how they compare to you? Not a fucking person in sight. Corey Black’s Retirement Tour can suck a big bag of dicks. See, Gravedigger doesn’t need to announce a retirement tour to get people lined up wanting a shot. I just show up and they fucking line up. I bring in the ratings. I bring in the merchandise sales. I’m a machine. Maybe not as well-oiled as I used to be, but I still manufacture the goods.
Now I know what people may be thinking. Big deal Gravedigger, you’ve had these big matches but you’ve lost all of them so far. I’m a big enough man to admit it straight up. Not going to make excuses. I took these guys to their limits and made them pull out all the stops just to barely squeak by with a win. Yeah, I’m going to start losing steam if I don’t win a match here soon, but you know what…FUCK IT. I’m the motherfucker that is going up against the best wrestlers in WCF. One after the other. I’m getting the big matches. When the smoke clears in 2017 who else other than Corey Black and his retirement tour is going to be able to say that shit?
Will Joey Flash be able to say that? The world champion?
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger
Don’t fucking try that shit with me. The same motherfucker that said when he won the world title, he would face people every week. Nah, once he saw how close he came to losing that belt to me, he said fuck that noise. I ran the world champion back out of the ring. I took the wind out of his sails. You think that motherfucker Crazy J is going to go up against the best in the fed?
Gravedigger laughs again, harder this time.
Gravedigger
Oh man, that’s a good one. Nah, that nobody is just going to keep hiding in tag matches and face people no one has ever heard of. He’s about to face Andre Holmes, one of the very few real challengers he’s even had to that belt. What about the other champions? Sebastian Knight? Teddy Blaze? Kevin Bishop? Jason O’Neal? Captain Pantheon & Steven Singh? Your Trios team?
Man, please, Wade. Stop it. The best of multiple divisions here in WCF, basically some of the top talent here in WCF will not put before them the list of names I will have by the end of the year. Forget Epitome of Hardcore, I’m the Epitome of WCF. What the fuck are you, Wade? Now, usually about this time, I use my catchphrase of HERE LIES SO AND SO, right? Nah, this time there will be no burial. Wade, I’m not going to bury you at Rise Up. No, I’m going to DROWN you.
The grin fades from Gravedigger’s face as the scene fades to black.