Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2012 21:27:02 GMT -5
The scene opens up with the sound of water, bubbling water. As the scene comes into focus, it’s at the side of a hottub at night. Directly in front of the camera is Gravedigger, seated in the hottub. He has his arm around a Hispanic woman and with a closer look it turns to be none other than his main girl Juanita Juarez or as those familiar with WCF know her…JJ.
The sound of bare feet walking across the patio can be heard off camera and into the Jacuzzi walks a man and woman. They slide into the Jacuzzi together and you recognize Chester with some random woman under his arm. Finally another set of feet can be heard coming up off-screen and the big man Adrian walks on-screen with not one but two bitches. The three climb into the hottub and obviously this is a really expensive one because there is still room for more.
The camera focuses back on Gravedigger who sighs with a big smile on his face.
Gravedigger
You know, most people are probably sitting here right now wondering how I can have a smile on my face when I lost to Chris Avery last night. When some nobody was able to one up me and immediately stop my momentum heading towards Timebomb. I sat there talking all that trash and accomplished nothing.
But see, if you’re one of those people and you’re thinking that, you’re wrong. Yeah, I was beaten last night in that hardcore match and yes I was played like a fool. That’s fine though, I’ve said all along since I returned I’m not here to win a ton of matches and hold singles or tag gold. I mean, yeah I’m going to be holding the WCF hardcore title for a while, but in the long run the title matches are what mean most. Look back at my history here in WCF. Matches on the weekly Slam episodes…I have lost lots of them. I’ve also won a lot of them, too, but when titles are on the line, I am always a smart bet. Especially when I’m already holding the belt like I am now.
I’m smiling for many reasons right now. One reason is because I’m fuckin Gravedigger and you aren’t if you’re watching this.
Adrian speaks up.
Adrian
Unless it’s you watching a replay of this. Then you’re talking shit to yourself, homes.
Gravedigger gives Adrian a look and he shuts up. Chester laughs obnoxiously at Adrian and then starts flirting with the girl beside him. Gravedigger turns back to the camera.
Gravedigger
As I was saying, I’m Gravedigger and you aren’t. I have shares in the Florida Medical Group, THE premier corporation invested in half of the medical facilities in Florida. Yeah, Oblivion may have done that freaky shit and had those white coats killed, but he knows as well as I do that there are plenty more white coats where those two came from.
He also knows his days are numbered. No one has ever fucked with him the way I will be doing. He may in some ways be more physically vicious and demented than I am, but I always know what the hell is going on. I always have a plan. I am in the guy’s head. Despite the fact that he is crazy, there’s a little bit left in him that is just sane enough to understand what’s going on around him and that little bit of sanity he has left is being mindfucked by yours truly as he watches this, but enough about Oblivion for now.
The other reason I’m smiling is because of who my opponent is this week…Roy Speede. Roy…my boy. How you doing, brother? You doing good? I hope you are. I know that as soon as you heard that you would be the next person in the Epitome of Hardcore series that you shit your pants. Before I continue with you, thanks Seth. You know how to show you care to your talent. I was expecting a hardcore match with one of the new guys like Jeff Purse or Nightrider or even that Japanese guy that just started.
No, instead you surprise me with this gift. You hand me Roy Speede on a silver platter. Yeah, I used the term silver platter because I’m talking using Speede’s nickname. You definitely see what I did there. This really is just beautiful. A hardcore match with Roy Speede. A match where I’m legally allowed to do whatever the hell I want to Roy Speede. I can take a chair and beat the hell out of you and the referee can’t ring the bell and disqualify me. I can beat you bloody with a trash can or leave you for dead in the ring after dragging a cheese grater across your forehead and neck.
Even though I got revenge on you last year at XIII for you going around talking shit about supposedly retiring me, that wasn’t enough to get you back. No, see, I still haven’t forgotten. No one sits there and talks shit about Gravedigger when I’m not around to do anything about it. No one sits there and tries to use my name to make a name for themselves. I’ve been in many, many feuds and wars over the years with countless opponents and one of two things always happens. Either I come out on top decisively or they barely scrape by the victor. No one who has ever went to war with Gravedigger or my two factions here in WCF…The Dark Side or MS-13…has ever walked away with a decisive victory over me or us.
Sunday at Slam, we’ll battle it out in a hardcore match, Roy, but that certainly will not be the last time we face each other. You better hope I’m wrong and it is the last time you’re in the ring with me. This Sunday at Slam, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you bad, Roy Speede. Roy, I’ve got all these frustrations just building up inside me. MS-13 battled it out with D-Day, you, KJE and Oblivion last month in those tag matches and we didn’t exactly come out on top thanks to D-Day and Oblivion. So I’m not exactly pleased over that outcome. I’ve also got the returning Oblivion to deal with. I’ve got his sick and twisted antics to get in my way of preparing for whoever my opponent is at Timebomb, and then I’ve got that bullshit last week with Chris Avery where I lost.
All of those frustrations, they’re eating away at me. They’ve got me pissed off and then here you are in my way to getting prepared for Timebomb. Here you are, this thorn in my side, back again. Once more I am in the ring with you. I’m happy Seth booked us. I can BEAT YOU TO DEATH in the ring and take out all my frustration and anger. I keep repeating the frustration and anger part. I don’t want you or anyone else to sit there and think “Oh Gravedigger will not be able to focus and he’ll be easy pickins for Mr. Speede”. See no, like you found out at XIII last year, anger and frustration FUEL me. They make me stronger, faster, and better. I can focus my anger. I use my anger and rage against my opponents. They can’t use it against me, because I can rise above that anger and use it to my advantage. I’m almost like the Incredible Hulk, you won’t like me when I’m angry, and I know you know that first hand, Speede.
At Slam, there will be no ending to our match. Not because I walk out or because we both end up on stretchers, no there’s not going to be an end because I’m not going to pin you. Even when you’re at the point to where no one can revive you and you’re just laid out cold and there’s no way for you to kick out of a pin, I’m still not going to pin you. When the referee goes to declare you unfit to continue the match and tries to reward me with the pin, either myself or Adrian will take out the referee. As the next one comes out, we’ll revive you and get you on your feet again just so I can hurt you more. Then when the next referee tries to declare you unfit, he’ll be taken out, too.
Sunday on Slam, I’m sending out a message to whoever ends up in the ring with me at Timebomb for the hardcore title. Speede, it’s just a damn shame that you’re going to have to be the messenger.
Gravedigger laughs an evil laugh as the scene fades to black.
The sound of bare feet walking across the patio can be heard off camera and into the Jacuzzi walks a man and woman. They slide into the Jacuzzi together and you recognize Chester with some random woman under his arm. Finally another set of feet can be heard coming up off-screen and the big man Adrian walks on-screen with not one but two bitches. The three climb into the hottub and obviously this is a really expensive one because there is still room for more.
The camera focuses back on Gravedigger who sighs with a big smile on his face.
Gravedigger
You know, most people are probably sitting here right now wondering how I can have a smile on my face when I lost to Chris Avery last night. When some nobody was able to one up me and immediately stop my momentum heading towards Timebomb. I sat there talking all that trash and accomplished nothing.
But see, if you’re one of those people and you’re thinking that, you’re wrong. Yeah, I was beaten last night in that hardcore match and yes I was played like a fool. That’s fine though, I’ve said all along since I returned I’m not here to win a ton of matches and hold singles or tag gold. I mean, yeah I’m going to be holding the WCF hardcore title for a while, but in the long run the title matches are what mean most. Look back at my history here in WCF. Matches on the weekly Slam episodes…I have lost lots of them. I’ve also won a lot of them, too, but when titles are on the line, I am always a smart bet. Especially when I’m already holding the belt like I am now.
I’m smiling for many reasons right now. One reason is because I’m fuckin Gravedigger and you aren’t if you’re watching this.
Adrian speaks up.
Adrian
Unless it’s you watching a replay of this. Then you’re talking shit to yourself, homes.
Gravedigger gives Adrian a look and he shuts up. Chester laughs obnoxiously at Adrian and then starts flirting with the girl beside him. Gravedigger turns back to the camera.
Gravedigger
As I was saying, I’m Gravedigger and you aren’t. I have shares in the Florida Medical Group, THE premier corporation invested in half of the medical facilities in Florida. Yeah, Oblivion may have done that freaky shit and had those white coats killed, but he knows as well as I do that there are plenty more white coats where those two came from.
He also knows his days are numbered. No one has ever fucked with him the way I will be doing. He may in some ways be more physically vicious and demented than I am, but I always know what the hell is going on. I always have a plan. I am in the guy’s head. Despite the fact that he is crazy, there’s a little bit left in him that is just sane enough to understand what’s going on around him and that little bit of sanity he has left is being mindfucked by yours truly as he watches this, but enough about Oblivion for now.
The other reason I’m smiling is because of who my opponent is this week…Roy Speede. Roy…my boy. How you doing, brother? You doing good? I hope you are. I know that as soon as you heard that you would be the next person in the Epitome of Hardcore series that you shit your pants. Before I continue with you, thanks Seth. You know how to show you care to your talent. I was expecting a hardcore match with one of the new guys like Jeff Purse or Nightrider or even that Japanese guy that just started.
No, instead you surprise me with this gift. You hand me Roy Speede on a silver platter. Yeah, I used the term silver platter because I’m talking using Speede’s nickname. You definitely see what I did there. This really is just beautiful. A hardcore match with Roy Speede. A match where I’m legally allowed to do whatever the hell I want to Roy Speede. I can take a chair and beat the hell out of you and the referee can’t ring the bell and disqualify me. I can beat you bloody with a trash can or leave you for dead in the ring after dragging a cheese grater across your forehead and neck.
Even though I got revenge on you last year at XIII for you going around talking shit about supposedly retiring me, that wasn’t enough to get you back. No, see, I still haven’t forgotten. No one sits there and talks shit about Gravedigger when I’m not around to do anything about it. No one sits there and tries to use my name to make a name for themselves. I’ve been in many, many feuds and wars over the years with countless opponents and one of two things always happens. Either I come out on top decisively or they barely scrape by the victor. No one who has ever went to war with Gravedigger or my two factions here in WCF…The Dark Side or MS-13…has ever walked away with a decisive victory over me or us.
Sunday at Slam, we’ll battle it out in a hardcore match, Roy, but that certainly will not be the last time we face each other. You better hope I’m wrong and it is the last time you’re in the ring with me. This Sunday at Slam, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you bad, Roy Speede. Roy, I’ve got all these frustrations just building up inside me. MS-13 battled it out with D-Day, you, KJE and Oblivion last month in those tag matches and we didn’t exactly come out on top thanks to D-Day and Oblivion. So I’m not exactly pleased over that outcome. I’ve also got the returning Oblivion to deal with. I’ve got his sick and twisted antics to get in my way of preparing for whoever my opponent is at Timebomb, and then I’ve got that bullshit last week with Chris Avery where I lost.
All of those frustrations, they’re eating away at me. They’ve got me pissed off and then here you are in my way to getting prepared for Timebomb. Here you are, this thorn in my side, back again. Once more I am in the ring with you. I’m happy Seth booked us. I can BEAT YOU TO DEATH in the ring and take out all my frustration and anger. I keep repeating the frustration and anger part. I don’t want you or anyone else to sit there and think “Oh Gravedigger will not be able to focus and he’ll be easy pickins for Mr. Speede”. See no, like you found out at XIII last year, anger and frustration FUEL me. They make me stronger, faster, and better. I can focus my anger. I use my anger and rage against my opponents. They can’t use it against me, because I can rise above that anger and use it to my advantage. I’m almost like the Incredible Hulk, you won’t like me when I’m angry, and I know you know that first hand, Speede.
At Slam, there will be no ending to our match. Not because I walk out or because we both end up on stretchers, no there’s not going to be an end because I’m not going to pin you. Even when you’re at the point to where no one can revive you and you’re just laid out cold and there’s no way for you to kick out of a pin, I’m still not going to pin you. When the referee goes to declare you unfit to continue the match and tries to reward me with the pin, either myself or Adrian will take out the referee. As the next one comes out, we’ll revive you and get you on your feet again just so I can hurt you more. Then when the next referee tries to declare you unfit, he’ll be taken out, too.
Sunday on Slam, I’m sending out a message to whoever ends up in the ring with me at Timebomb for the hardcore title. Speede, it’s just a damn shame that you’re going to have to be the messenger.
Gravedigger laughs an evil laugh as the scene fades to black.
