Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2012 13:07:14 GMT -5
“No, I don’t want to press charges. I’m going to handle that asshole myself!”
The scene opens up on the front porch of a house in a small neighborhood. Judging from the Hispanics and white people around on the porch plus the Mexican style roof tiles, this is likely the home of a member of MS-13. This becomes even more apparent when at a table sits a group of men playing cards, each one of them bearing Mara tattoos.
Chester is sitting in a nearby rocking chair, dozing, with a ball cap pulled down over his eyes. Gravedigger is sitting on the front steps, cell phone to his ear as JJ sits on the step above him.
Gravedigger
No, I’m not going to get involved in some kind of vigilante bullshit. I’m going to take care of it myself. Maybe if you did your research on who I am you would know that I’m a WCF wrestler and so is Chris Avery. I will handle him this Sunday at Slam.
Gravedigger listens to the response and gets a pissed off look on his face.
Gravedigger
No, I do not know The Rock or John Cena you stupid pig.
Gravedigger hits the End Call button angrily on his cell phone. He slides it into his pocket and looks up at the camera, smiling.
Gravedigger
You got my attention, Mr. Avery. Chris Avery, huh? I’m not going to sit here and argue with whether or not you’re actually Logan or Chris Avery. I’m not going to be like your other opponents or even Seth Lerch and talk about all that. Despite the fact that you burned down one of my properties, you still chose to show me some respect and I will do you the same. Besides, it doesn’t matter if you’re Logan or Chris Avery because neither man can even come close to being as great a wrestler as I am. Neither man can beat me and honestly never really have. It’s better for you that you’re not Logan, because I still have a personal problem with Logan and still owe him payback for what happened in our hardcore match a couple of years ago involving Madd Dogg.
So, let’s just focus on Gravedigger versus Chris Avery. Chris Avery’s claims to fame are being in a tag team with the legendary Tank Reaper and being an associate at one time of Torture. That’s all you have to say for yourself. You have already bragged about some of my more well-known accomplishments and unlike my previous opponents since I have returned, you understand and respect my history here in the company. You don’t treat me just like some other wrestler, you know who I am and that my name carries weight. My name carries a weight that will crush you on Slam this week.
We’re entering the Epitome of Hardcore series. A series of matches in which I will display my hardcore skills. I will go out there each week and take on a different wrestler in hardcore matches to prepare myself for my hardcore title defense at Timebomb. You may recognize me as not just another wrestler, but for the legend I am, but Chris…I’m not going to do the same for you. I’m better than you. You’re nothing to me but just another wrestler. You’re going to become just another victim in my path. You’re not even on my level.
I smiled when Seth Lerch booked this match because of all people, it would be me versus you. You think I hate you because you’re black. I hate you because you’re a piece of shit who thinks he’s talented. I hate you because you run your mouth. I hate you because you try to use my name to bring more attention to yourself. For months you ran your mouth about me being such a racist, but the thing is I didn’t bite. I didn’t run out to attack you. I didn’t run out and grab a mic, challenging you to a match. I didn’t bust down Seth Lerch’s door to demand a match. No, I just sat there not giving a damn because you weren’t worthy of my time or breath.
You’ve really wanted a shot at me for a while. You’ve been spouting my name for a long time and now we’ll be in the ring finally so I can shut you up. This week starts the Epitome of Hardcore series and I am exactly that…the Epitome of Hardcore. People have been running their mouths lately because I haven’t been defending my hardcore title that much. People think I’m not a real champion? People think that I don’t deserve the hardcore title? We’ll see what people think at the end of this month when I’ve won a string of hardcore matches and SUCCESSFULLY defended the hardcore title against whoever I’m pitted against.
This Sunday you’re going to wish you had never uttered my name in the first place, Chris. This Sunday you will walk into the arena on your own and you will walk into our match, but you will leave on a stretcher.
The scene fades to black.
The scene opens up on the front porch of a house in a small neighborhood. Judging from the Hispanics and white people around on the porch plus the Mexican style roof tiles, this is likely the home of a member of MS-13. This becomes even more apparent when at a table sits a group of men playing cards, each one of them bearing Mara tattoos.
Chester is sitting in a nearby rocking chair, dozing, with a ball cap pulled down over his eyes. Gravedigger is sitting on the front steps, cell phone to his ear as JJ sits on the step above him.
Gravedigger
No, I’m not going to get involved in some kind of vigilante bullshit. I’m going to take care of it myself. Maybe if you did your research on who I am you would know that I’m a WCF wrestler and so is Chris Avery. I will handle him this Sunday at Slam.
Gravedigger listens to the response and gets a pissed off look on his face.
Gravedigger
No, I do not know The Rock or John Cena you stupid pig.
Gravedigger hits the End Call button angrily on his cell phone. He slides it into his pocket and looks up at the camera, smiling.
Gravedigger
You got my attention, Mr. Avery. Chris Avery, huh? I’m not going to sit here and argue with whether or not you’re actually Logan or Chris Avery. I’m not going to be like your other opponents or even Seth Lerch and talk about all that. Despite the fact that you burned down one of my properties, you still chose to show me some respect and I will do you the same. Besides, it doesn’t matter if you’re Logan or Chris Avery because neither man can even come close to being as great a wrestler as I am. Neither man can beat me and honestly never really have. It’s better for you that you’re not Logan, because I still have a personal problem with Logan and still owe him payback for what happened in our hardcore match a couple of years ago involving Madd Dogg.
So, let’s just focus on Gravedigger versus Chris Avery. Chris Avery’s claims to fame are being in a tag team with the legendary Tank Reaper and being an associate at one time of Torture. That’s all you have to say for yourself. You have already bragged about some of my more well-known accomplishments and unlike my previous opponents since I have returned, you understand and respect my history here in the company. You don’t treat me just like some other wrestler, you know who I am and that my name carries weight. My name carries a weight that will crush you on Slam this week.
We’re entering the Epitome of Hardcore series. A series of matches in which I will display my hardcore skills. I will go out there each week and take on a different wrestler in hardcore matches to prepare myself for my hardcore title defense at Timebomb. You may recognize me as not just another wrestler, but for the legend I am, but Chris…I’m not going to do the same for you. I’m better than you. You’re nothing to me but just another wrestler. You’re going to become just another victim in my path. You’re not even on my level.
I smiled when Seth Lerch booked this match because of all people, it would be me versus you. You think I hate you because you’re black. I hate you because you’re a piece of shit who thinks he’s talented. I hate you because you run your mouth. I hate you because you try to use my name to bring more attention to yourself. For months you ran your mouth about me being such a racist, but the thing is I didn’t bite. I didn’t run out to attack you. I didn’t run out and grab a mic, challenging you to a match. I didn’t bust down Seth Lerch’s door to demand a match. No, I just sat there not giving a damn because you weren’t worthy of my time or breath.
You’ve really wanted a shot at me for a while. You’ve been spouting my name for a long time and now we’ll be in the ring finally so I can shut you up. This week starts the Epitome of Hardcore series and I am exactly that…the Epitome of Hardcore. People have been running their mouths lately because I haven’t been defending my hardcore title that much. People think I’m not a real champion? People think that I don’t deserve the hardcore title? We’ll see what people think at the end of this month when I’ve won a string of hardcore matches and SUCCESSFULLY defended the hardcore title against whoever I’m pitted against.
This Sunday you’re going to wish you had never uttered my name in the first place, Chris. This Sunday you will walk into the arena on your own and you will walk into our match, but you will leave on a stretcher.
The scene fades to black.
