Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 11:33:18 GMT -5
Make a huge return? Check.
Make a challenge for the world title? Check
Win the world title? Fuck…
The scene opens up like last time to a close-up of the hardened features of the WCF Hall of Famer and Legend Gravedigger. The view zooms out a little to reveal him laying down on some kind of bench. His face is perfectly focused, as if looking right through the camera lens as if it’s not even there. His face hardens more as his lips pucker and he inhales. The view of Gravedigger’s face is momentarily blocked as a bar comes into view almost as if out of the camera lens itself and passes by below. A couple of seconds later and Gravedigger exhales as his face gains color, especially in the cheeks, and the bar passes view once more. This motion happens about 9 more times before the sound of metal against metal is heard above Gravedigger. He exhales in relief before sitting up.
The camera’s view switches to a gym with Gravedigger sitting on a weightlifting bench wearing a dark blue tanktop certain spots ringed with sweat. Behind him is a weight of 235 pounds divided up on each side of the standard sized Olympic weightlifting bar, making the full weight 280 pounds that Gravedigger was just bench pressing. He barely looks bothered by the weight that is obviously not on the higher end of what he lifts. Despite his lips not moving, the voice of Gravedigger breaks through the noise of the busy gym around him, making it obvious we’re listening to the inner monologue of the Epitome of Hardcore.
What a fucking waste of a return, right? I make this whole big scene and here I sit with nothing to show for it. Or was it a waste? I make a return like only Gravedigger can. Storming the ring with a group of thugs and beat down someone in the ring. I mean who the fuck does that? What kind of asshole sinks that low to attack someone after their match in a multi-man beatdown.
Gravedigger’s facial expression turns into a smirk.
Me of course. Fuck what people think. The fucking marks on the IWC went fucking berserk. Their beloved bad guy David Sanchez worked his way up from the bottom of the fed to just the edge of the main event here in WCF only for me to shit on his fucking parade and ruin it all, making it all about me. Who the fuck are they kidding? It IS all about me. My name is the one people are talking about. No one gives a fuck about Joey Flash winning the world title. No one REALLY cares about David Sanchez finally winning a major match. Who spends a year and a half in a company before they win a major match. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever spent a full month in any company before having a major match. That’s what fucking winners like me do.
Gravedigger rolls his shoulders and makes a hugging motion with both arms, stretching the muscles before laying back down, the camera switching back to Gravedigger’s face with the bench in the background once more. His face tenses up after a few seconds as he begins another set of bench presses. Once the set is complete, he rests the barbell back on the rack above him and sits back up once more.
Losing to Joey Flash wasn’t a setback though. Nah. See, I talked about how he’s nothing but a big fish in a small pond, but like I said he’s still a big fish. This motherfucker couldn’t put me away as easily as he did people like Oblivion or Jayson Price. He had to struggle and fight his way to a victory and keep me down using every move he could think of. Even though I would have gladly taken the low road, I have to commend him for keeping David Sanchez out of it. At least until after the match. See, that’s the fucking difference between me and Sanchez. It may not be honorable to go out after the match is done to do sneak attacks like I love to do, but first fuck you I’m out to fuck someone up, honor be damned. Second, I don’t attack during the match. I don’t want someone’s match being determined by my interference so they have reason to whine. Nah, I’m good with waiting until the match is over, their guard is down, as well as their strength and then striking viciously then.
See, I can’t really decide if Sanchez wanted to attack me during the match because he wanted all the glory of beating Joey Flash for the world title. Or was it just because he wanted ALL THE GLORY of beating Joey Flash for the world title. People would wonder what the fuck is the difference? The difference is David Sanchez doesn’t want to be under the thumb of Joey Flash. He wants to be the one to take down Joey Flash. If there’s any sneakier motherfucker in Pantheon than Zombie McMorris, it’s David Sanchez. Joey Flash thinks he was so smart gathering that group together to keep them away from his world title but the moment that he watched David Sanchez win the Final Destination briefcase, he realized he fucked up. Idiot…
Gravedigger lays down for a third set of bench presses. As the bar passes by the screen this time, the scene fades out.
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The next scene fades into a shot of a TV screen during the local nightly news. The same Hispanic woman with brunette hair from the night when The Phoenix was firebombed pops up on the screen dressed in a similar looking blue blazer and a logo that says ABC15 Arizona appears in the corner.
Woman: ABC15 News here with an update on a story from a couple of weeks ago. On December 23rd, we had reported that The Phoenix, a local night club here in Phoenix, Arizona, was firebombed by members of violent street gang MS-13. At the time we had reported that WCF wrestlers Gravedigger and Adrian were suspects.
We have just received word that WCF wrestler Gravedigger has been cleared as a suspect. We’re also receiving word that Adrian and a man named Esteban Ruiz were arrested on charges of orchestrating the whole thing. Other members of MS-13 involved in the attack are still being investigated as well. More on this story as it develops.
The scene fades out as the report switches topics.
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The scene opens up to a close-up of a metal table. Resting on top of the table are a pair of gnarled, calloused hands, each one fitted nicely with one half of a pair of handcuffs around the wrists. The hands are resting on the tabletop in a clasped position with the thumbs casually bouncing off of each other in a calm manner. As the view slowly zooms out, the face that the hands belong to is not as calm. Gravedigger lets out a sigh of frustration, his brows furrowed with a look of impatience and annoyance on his face.
As the view zooms out all the way, it becomes clear that the scene is a police interrogation room. Words crawl across the bottom left of the screen.
Two Weeks Ago
Phoenix Police Department
Phoenix, Arizona
The door to the interrogation room opens up and a pair of detectives walk in. One is a man with a bushy mustache, a balding head, and a slight beer gut. He is wearing a dress shirt and a tie with dress pants. The woman is wearing a tight-fitting pant-suit with a blue shirt underneath that she oh so nicely fills out. She is a redhead who is wearing her hair in a ponytail that lightly swishes to the side with every movement. The rest of her body looks killer, too, instantly grabbing Gravedigger’s attention.
The male detective leans against the wall to the side of the two-way mirror, his arms crossed, looking closely at Gravedigger. Gravedigger glances up at him, giving him a look as if to say “You’re not intimidating me”. The female detective grabs the chair across from Gravedigger, and pulls it out and turns it, angling it towards the side of the table. She plops down a folder loudly before taking a seat in the chair. She crosses her legs in an obvious manner, intending to make Gravedigger notice. She pulls at the end of her dress, reducing the amount of leg peeking out. Gravedigger grins at her.
Female Detective: So, Mr. John Burroughs. May I call you John?
Gravedigger smirks.
Gravedigger: Lawyer.
The female detective laughs.
Female Detective: Man, you guys have got this down pat. All three of you said lawyer right away. Why do you need a lawyer for your name?
Gravedigger’s left eyebrow raises.
Gravedigger: All three of us?
The female detective nods.
Female Detective: Yeah. You, Adrian, and a Miss Juanita Juarez.
Gravedigger leans back in his chair and tries to put his hands on his legs but the chain isn’t long enough and his hands are stopped. He lets out another sigh of frustration and leans back towards the table, putting his hands back on it, before finally giving the female detective a confused look.
Gravedigger: What do you mean you have JJ here? What’s she got to do with this?
Female Detective: Apparently, she heard about you and Adrian getting arrested and showed up at the station. She claimed that you were with her that night.
Gravedigger’s face lights up and then turns to a smirk. He shrugs.
Gravedigger: Well, she’s right.
The female detective makes a tsk, tsk sound, shaking her head, the ponytail swishing back and forth slightly. Gravedigger’s nostrils flare as the scent of her hair invades his Hall of Fame nostrils.
Female Detective: I wouldn’t get so smug if I were you. Adrian is telling a completely different story. We have two people telling us different stories about your whereabouts.
Gravedigger smirks.
Gravedigger: No, he isn’t.
The male detective finally speaks as his eyebrows raise.
Male Detective: How do you know that? We’ve got you both at the scene and due to the deaths and injuries, not to mention the damage of property, we’ve got enough to classify you both as domestic terrorists. Before he turned on you, Adrian was looking at 8 counts of murder. He was going to get the death penalty. Now he’s looking at life in prison with no chance at parole.
If looks could kill, the look that instantly goes from Gravedigger to the male detective would give Genghis Khan a boner. Gravedigger’s knuckles turn white from the grip of his clenched fists. He finally relaxes and grins at the male detective.
Gravedigger: Nice try. Adrian didn’t give me up. Giving me up would have been lying as he knows I wasn’t there.
Female Detective: So, he was there? Was Adrian part of the firebombing?
Gravedigger shrugs with a smug look on his face.
Gravedigger: I don’t know. I was with JJ at the time, a little Netflix and chill session. It was just the two of us. We usually don’t like to share.
Gravedigger takes the moment to wink at the female detective. Her face turns into one of disgust as she uncrosses her legs and puts both feet on the floor. She slides up to the table and opens the folder, spreading out several sheets of paper. Gravedigger’s smug look leaves his face as he glances down at the sheets of paper, darting over each one with a look of curiosity. The male detective speaks.
Male Detective: So, John, here you have before you the sworn testimony of about a dozen or so eyewitnesses, some currently in the hospital, others who were unharmed but still present for the firebombing who state specifically that they saw you there.
A look that says “yeah, right” crosses the face of Gravedigger as he looks up at the male detective.
Gravedigger: That doesn’t mean shit. Look, you guys know MS-13 did this right?
The male detective shrugs, scratching his chin.
Male Detective: We’ll take your word for it.
Gravedigger shoots a look of annoyance at the detective before continuing.
Gravedigger: Anyway, hasn’t it occurred to you that due to my prominence as both a WCF wrestler as well as a member of MS-13, that in my own hometown and at my own former night club, that I would automatically be associated with them?
Female Detective: You know, it’s funny that you bring that up because it’s on record that you have been involved in several MS-13 based attacks in the last decade. There was the attack that nearly left your employer dead at Taco Bell, the riot in the Slam arena, and the burning down of your employer’s home.
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger: What record are you talking about? There was never any proof I was involved in those. You seem to be falling into the same clueless and delusional belief that these so-called eyewitnesses hold onto.
The male detective is about to respond when a knock is heard at the door before the door opens and a man is seen standing there with a briefcase. The man is wearing a green button down shirt with a black tie and a black dress jacket and dress pants. Gravedigger has a confused look on his face as he looks at the man through the interrogation room mirror. He looks back over his shoulder as both detectives straighten up and look at the man.
Male Detective: May we help you?
Man: You most certainly can. You can first take the handcuffs on Mr. Burroughs here and then release him for starters.
The male detective has a pissed off look on his face.
Male Detective: Just who the hell do you think you are?
The man hands a business card each to the two detectives.
Man: My name is Abarron Berman. I am a lawyer and personal friend to the President-Elect of the United States, Donald Trump. In case you think I am lying or have an issue with my requests, I encourage you to call the number on the back of the card. Just know that if you call that number, it will get back to your superiors here at the station and will not reflect well on your performance reports I’m told.
The biggest shit-eating grin spreads across Gravedigger’s face. The female detective has a look of defeat on her face while the male detective just looks pissed. He looks back up at the lawyer.
Male Detective: Look here, Mr. Berman. I don’t care who you’re friends with, Mr. Burroughs is a primary susp---
The male detective is cut off by Abarron.
Abarron Berman: No, he is not a primary suspect in anything you’re trying to charge him for. He has a rock-solid alibi as does a Miss Juanita Juarez. You’ve heard it, they can come back another day and sign their statements when they feel like it. Now, will you be uncuffing Mr. Burroughs and release both of them into my custody or will I be pulling out my cell phone and contacting President-Elect Trump? It’s your call, detective!
Abarron smiles sarcastically. The male detective doesn’t move and just glares at the laywer, but the female detective stands up, reaches into a pocket and pulls out cuff keys. She reaches over and uncuffs Gravedigger who immediately rubs his wrists. Gravedigger slowly stands up, looking around. The laywer jerks his head slightly, indicating for Gravedigger to leave. Gravedigger turns and walks out of the room.
Abarron: Good day, detectives.
Abarron turns and walks out of the room, leaving the two detectives standing there in silence. The male detective finally curses under his breath as he kicks the table in frustration.
The scene switches out to the office area where an officer walks out of one of the other interrogation rooms and out walks JJ. Gravedigger and JJ grin at each other slyly and share a pop kiss when JJ walks over to Gravedigger. He puts an arm around her shoulder and looks at Abarron.
Gravedigger: So, what about Adrian? I didn’t hear you say anything about Adrian being released in there.
Abarron scrunches his mouth and shakes his head.
Abarron: Sorry, but we can’t do much about that. He may have to just take the heat for this. President-Elect Trump can’t pardon people yet and he said he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it. He’s friends with you and Miss Jaurez here, not the whole “gang”.
Abarron uses air quotes with a hint of sarcasm when saying the word gang. Gravedigger doesn’t look happy at that, but finally sighs and looks down at JJ.
Gravedigger: Well, let’s get out of here. We’ll go visit him or something in a couple of weeks.
JJ: Ok.
The couple parts with the lawyer once outside the police station. Two members of MS-13 walk over from the parking lot and one holds out a pair of keys. Gravedigger looks past them to see a trio of motorcycles, the one in the middle being the one Gravedigger usually rides.
Gravedigger: Nice, boys. Let’s ride.
Gravedigger bumps fists with both men before walking over and sitting down on his bike. JJ climbs on behind him and puts her arms around Gravedigger’s Hall of Fame torso. The other two bikers climb on their rides and all three men bring their bikes to life, back up and pull out of the parking lot and onto the nearby road. The scene fades out as they ride out into the distance.
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The final scene opens up in an empty arena. More specifically the First Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the site of the upcoming XIII. XIII, the event that delivers memorable, violent and sometimes brutal moments in WCF history. Deathmatch tournaments, Casket Matches, Ultraviolent Ladder matches, even a Flatliner match have happened at XIII. Big moments such as the shocking unseating of Jonny Fly as world champion by Jayson Price or the stellar match between Steve Orbit and Corey Black, the father of XIII.
Out from the stage where the gorilla position will be set up walks Gravedigger. He’s wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and his MS-13 biker jacket. He stands out on the dimly lit stage and looks around and up into the stands that will be filled on Friday. He slowly walks over to the ring, leans on the top rope and looks into the camera with a loud sigh.
Gravedigger: Ahhhhh, time for my favorite part of these promos. The part where I get to talk shit and eviscerate my opponent. You know, this is going to be a special one. Not because I’m facing one of the up-and-comers here in WCF who is right on the verge of reaching the summit of WCF, the world championship. No, it’s because after watching my opponent’s promo, he gave me the perfect opening to go after him.
Now, this isn’t going to be me completely responding to everything he said because, trust me, I have a list of things to rip this guy on. No, I have to respond to this one thing because it completely unravels most of the shit talk he was saying about me. We start off with what seemed to be the entire basis of Sanchez’s attempts at smearing me. See, Sanchez seemed to build this image of this FINALLY being his chance to face me. He basically talks about how I ducked him and was nowhere to be seen. Sanchez tries to make everyone think that I was avoiding him and trying to avoid him after he eliminated me at War back in 2015.
Gravedigger leans back and shoots an “are you serious” look at the camera.
Gravedigger: Unfortunately for David Sanchez, the TRUTH is that history shows otherwise and I believe Sanchez forgot that WCF’s cameras record every second of every show. I dare anyone who fell for Sanchez’s bullshit to go look through WCF’s video archives at the shows after War in 2015. Sanchez goes on to lose matches for the next couple of weeks after War including his United States title and within a month is GONE from WCF for nearly a year before he returned. My Hall of Fame ass was in that commentary chair 50 feet away calling the matches each and every week for more than 6 months after that War match. Then in the last 6 months plus, I have been a commentator for another organization, one where I found you at, Sanchez. During that entire time as I sat my ass in that chair calling matches each week, there was not one word said by you about some supposed challenge. Hell, you even mentioned in your promo the one match I had there, so it’s not like you forgot where I was.
But, let’s get right down to the meat of the entire issue. Where was this challenge you laid down for me back in 2015? When you eliminated me from War? That was a challenge? You taking the opportunity like everyone else does to eliminate someone from the War match is disguised as a challenge?
Gravedigger laughs for a few seconds.
Gravedigger: Oh that’s a good one! If I was supposed to feud with every guy I eliminated from War, I would never get anything done all year long because of all the people I would have to face. No one would. Hell, Odin Balfore must be the most wanted man in WCF history after his War Balfore performance in last year’s War, right? It’s funny that you talk about how I was ducking you yet I called you out on Twitter saying I had been here the whole time. In that same Twitter thread, you implied I was the one that had dementia. See, I waited until you attacked me before accepting because I wanted to accept it in a big way. I’m not going to waste that shit on a Tweet like some school girl. What are you? I know you’re only a few years younger than me, but do I need to accept things on the Internet to make them official? I mean are we even really having this match at XIII since it’s not Facebook official? Are you a 37-year old man or a 16-year old needy girl? I mean damn, Sanchez, should I send you a Facebook friend request or poke you or something before our match so that we can be BFFs afterwards? I mean I so want to end up on your End of the Year video that Facebook does. It’s going to be the highlight of the fucking year for me!
Gravedigger laughs again.
Gravedigger: You know what though, you’re WELCOME for accepting that challenge of yours. I know how desperately you needed it. You talk all this big talk about how big of a match facing me would have been a year ago and how now it’s not so much. I’d love to hear the actual logic behind such a ridiculous statement. What’s that you say? You and all the other Sanchez knob slobbers are probably wondering how I could say something about someone so great as Sanchez? The man who has been dominant in his time here in WCF? The man who has just destroyed opponents with relative ease? Yeah, I’m glad you brought that up because just like I did with Flash, I would like to know who the fuck have you been dominant against? Who have you been destroying here in WCF? You know, you’re about to become one of the very few men in WCF history with a title shot after beating relative nobodies.
Seriously who the fuck have you beaten? Let’s go over some of your most prominent wins in the year and a half since your debut. Teo del Sol. Oh ok, the guy everyone loves since he’s a swell guy but has basically been a bottom feeder in WCF, never really going for anything above the TV title, People’s title, or the Internet title. Bravo, David. You STRUGGLED to beat Teo in multiple matches. Then there’s the man you beat for the United States title. Thomas Uriel Bates. Again, bravo. You beat a guy in 2015 who was struggling to win anything at all to be blunt. That’s essentially it for 2015’s David Sanchez matches of the year. Then there was your time in 2016 since you’ve been back. Along with the soon-to-be world champion Joey Flash, you beat Eric Price and Tek in a tables match. Classic Eric running from the match with you guys winning by ganging up on Tek, a guy who has probably lost more matches than even Adam Young. You beat Gemini Battle to get into Final Destination, a guy that will get lost in history years from now.
But finally, we get to Final Destination. Finally, we get to two guys in the match, one who is a Hall of Famer in Corey Black. Then there was someone who will most likely enter at some point, Odin Balfore. Finally, after all these dominating wins over relative nobodies that will probably not be remembered years from now and certainly not enter the Hall of Fame, you win a huge ladder match against two huge names in WCF history. I mean bravo.
Your losses were no better when you lost to Gemini Battle, Teo del Sol, you even got eliminated from War in 2015 by BILLY. A joke wrestler who didn’t really amount to anything other than a couple of fluke wins and who almost took your United States title from you as well.
So, that finally brings us back to our match at XIII where you face your FIRST real competition in a one-on-one match and you’re just going to proceed to act like this is a cakewalk and that you’re going to walk all over me? Motherfucker, please. I’m not Tek. I’m not Eric Price. I’m not Gemini Battle. I’m not Teo del Sol. I’m not Thomas Uriel Bates. I. AM. GRAVEDIGGER.
You got a close look first-hand the other week when you were refereeing my world title match with Joey Flash. The top guy in the company and he had to throw out his full arsenal of moves, even doing some moves twice to put me down. The move that put Bates down in one fell swoop and claimed the world title for him wasn’t enough to put me down. That’s who you’re facing. Not some low card wrestler who likely pads his bank account by taking indy bookings on the side.
You’re facing Gravedigger, the Epitome of Hardcore, in a hardcore environment. A NO DQ environment. An environment where I thrive. You, on the other hand, seem to thrive when facing lower quality opponents. Sanchez, you mentioned that you may be asking questions that are above your pay grade and after saying all the things I’ve said about you thus far, I have to say that you even being in this match, you even possessing that Final Destination briefcase, is “above your pay grade”.
You’re facing a Hall of Famer and it’s cute how you act like facing me isn’t even a big deal or anything. Bitch, if you beat me, it pads your resume and makes you look like a star. If I lose to you, it makes me look bad. See, you and some of your little fans out there, seem to think you’re this hot shit, but no one out there who beats you will come off looking great. It’s like “Oh you beat David Sanchez? That’s nice”. So, with all that said, people may be wondering why did I even bother to accept your challenge. Is it because you challenged me on Twitter? No, we already went over that. I’m a man. I don’t need to worry about what’s said on social media. Is it because you attacked me after our match? Nah, that’s just honestly tit for tat since I did the same to you weeks earlier.
No, the reason I accepted your challenge is to put you in your place. I accepted it to remind you that you’re not the hot shit you and your boys seem to think you are. For all the bragging people do about how great David Sanchez is, you’ve only had three big moments in your career. Winning the United States title, eliminating me at War in 2015, and winning the Final Destination briefcase. That’s it. You’ve been here on and off for a year and a half and that’s it. I could go on and on about how successful I was my first year and a half here, but there’s really no need to rehash over and over like I often do. Let me just remind you of one thing: when the dust settles, win or lose, I’ll still be a Hall of Famer with a brighter legacy than you can ever hope to achieve. You, on the other hand, you haven’t even come close to a worthy legacy at all. You have your Final Destination briefcase and a shot at becoming world champion.
But you were in that ring. You saw who you have to beat to cash it in and become world champion. I have a feeling that what’s more likely to happen is you’re going to continue teasing cashing it in and in a month or so, you’ll probably vanish only to return and cash in on a weaker world champion once Flash finally loses or vacates the title. If we base your chance of success as a world champion on your career thus far, you’ll be nothing more than a world champion who holds the belt for a few weeks or possibly a month. You’ll be no more impressive of a world champion than people like Bates or Gemini or Oblivion from last year’s list of one hit wonder world champions. Is that enough to get you into the Hall of Fame? Is that enough to make you a Legend here in WCF?
David, you talk and act as if you’re better than me, but the sad truth is, you’ll never be better than me. Yeah, maybe you’ll win more matches than me this year. Maybe you’ll have a couple of big moments this year that put you on the highlight reel here in WCF. Maybe you’ll win an End of Year award in next year’s Awards ceremony, but the simple fact is that…YOU. WILL. NEVER. BE. BETTER. THAN. ME. You won’t be a multiple time world champion. You won’t win War. You won’t leave behind a trail of destruction filled with wins over Hall of Fame bound opponents. You’re a high level mid-carder at best and you’re supposed to be in your prime. I can admit that I’m not in my prime right now thanks to ring rust and years of not wrestling that often, but in my prime…I was THE prime. I was near unbeatable.
You think this match with me is going to be a walk in the park, but I can assure you this is no park and there will be no walking for you. Just like with Flash, you’re going to have to fight and pull out all the stops to even think about beating me and the thing is, you’re no Joey Flash, so this match with me is going to be the fight of your life. I won’t return to WCF and challenge for the world title, lose said match and then go on to lose again the next match as well.
You talk as if the place we’re fighting at is small potatoes and a place that no one remembers, but the funny thing is you just make yourself out to be a schmuck once more. XIII is THE PPV every year. People talk big about One and they talk big about War, but XIII is one of the most highly anticipated shows of the year. Wrestlers fight tooth and nail each year to position themselves not only for a big showing at War and One, they also do it for XIII. Not every wrestler on the WCF roster is even able to get onto the shows. Hell, Zero Tolerance, a faction who was big in 2016 isn’t on the show. I could come up with a list of people who should have been on XIII but they weren’t allowed. It’s ironic that you make this all out to be such a small thing yet you’re the one that wanted it, Sanchez. You asked for the match with me and you asked for it to be at XIII.
Don’t worry though, you won’t make that same mistake again, because I will be giving you a taste of what goes on at XIII. I will introduce you the best way I know how and that is by burying you in the ring in front of the world. I’ll actually save you the embarrassment of going after Flash with your briefcase by allowing everyone to do transitive math. In case math was never your forte in school, I’ll explain. Joey Flash beat Gravedigger. Gravedigger will beat Sanchez. Therefore, Flash will beat Sanchez.
You mentioned small potatoes and that’s exactly what you are. Even in your own group, you are small potatoes. I know you feel you’re equal with everyone in Pantheon, but the simple fact is that you’re not. Everyone in the group has held more titles and had more accomplishments than you. You’re more like I was with #BeachKrew last year. They pal’d around with me and we were all buddies on-screen and even at times behind the scenes, but when it boiled down to it, I was kept around just for fun.
At XIII, I’m giving you such a rude awakening that Rick Rude will turn in his grave. I am peeling the small potato that is David Sanchez and proving why I’m a legend in WCF and one of the best in this business. I don’t need world titles, I don’t need wins over big names in WCF. At this point in my legendary career, everything in my path is things that I WANT. YOU, on the other hand, need this win badly. You NEED to beat me and add me to your resume of wins. You NEED to prove to the world who David Sanchez is. You NEED to prove that you belong in the upper echelon of Wrestling Championship Federation. And you NEED to prove that you can stand up to Joey Flash and become the world champion. None of that happens unless you beat ME. I, Gravedigger, am the one standing between you and what you want to achieve here in WCF. As you saw the other week, I do not go down easy.
When we step in the ring, there will be no cutesy, troll moment where we do a fingerpoke of doom scenario. There will be no laughs. Remember how fired up I became a few seconds after Flash and myself laughed about that moment? Yeah, that intensity, that fire that rocked Joey Flash to his core for most of the match is what you’re getting from the moment the bell rings until you’re flat on your back for the final time in the match. I’m not going into this match to out wrestle you. I’m not here to put on a good show. I’m going into this match to fuck you up, badly. I’m going to help you out Sanchez and help you avoid future embarrassment here in WCF. I’m going to give you an out for leaving WCF and cashing in your briefcase later against some nobody world champion. I’m going to fuck you up and put you on a stretcher.
You think jumping me in the middle of a War match makes you hot shit? You think tweeting at me like some high school girl makes you hot shit? You think jumping me after my world title match makes you hot shit? See, I jumped you after a grueling match as well, but I did it to get your attention. I did it to sucker you in for this match. That’s right, you seem to think that you pulled me into this match with that attack after my match with Flash, but you are the one that was being strung along the entire time. You had talked shit on Twitter and I answered. I beat you down and used your big fucking moment, the biggest moment in your career thus far in WCF, to make my official return. I shit all over what you had worked towards since you returned at War last year. I showed the world that I would walk all over you and challenged the world champion to a match. I made a point. I have never had to struggle and fight my way to the top of WCF. I have been on the top from almost the moment I walked in those doors. I AM THE TOP. You, on the other hand, belong below me. 6 feet below me is more like it.
At XIII, I won’t just beat you. I won’t just fuck you up. At XIII, I will bury you, Sanchez. Show up to XIII, come for your big moment. Your big moment is resting right here on my shoulder and then your head impacting the mat as I drop down for a Death Driver. Your big moment is me on top of you for a three count. Your big moment is you looking up into the lights, just barely being able to make out who is standing above you. Spoiler alert: it’s me. Gravedigger.
Gravedigger smirks at the camera as the scene fades to black.
Make a challenge for the world title? Check
Win the world title? Fuck…
The scene opens up like last time to a close-up of the hardened features of the WCF Hall of Famer and Legend Gravedigger. The view zooms out a little to reveal him laying down on some kind of bench. His face is perfectly focused, as if looking right through the camera lens as if it’s not even there. His face hardens more as his lips pucker and he inhales. The view of Gravedigger’s face is momentarily blocked as a bar comes into view almost as if out of the camera lens itself and passes by below. A couple of seconds later and Gravedigger exhales as his face gains color, especially in the cheeks, and the bar passes view once more. This motion happens about 9 more times before the sound of metal against metal is heard above Gravedigger. He exhales in relief before sitting up.
The camera’s view switches to a gym with Gravedigger sitting on a weightlifting bench wearing a dark blue tanktop certain spots ringed with sweat. Behind him is a weight of 235 pounds divided up on each side of the standard sized Olympic weightlifting bar, making the full weight 280 pounds that Gravedigger was just bench pressing. He barely looks bothered by the weight that is obviously not on the higher end of what he lifts. Despite his lips not moving, the voice of Gravedigger breaks through the noise of the busy gym around him, making it obvious we’re listening to the inner monologue of the Epitome of Hardcore.
What a fucking waste of a return, right? I make this whole big scene and here I sit with nothing to show for it. Or was it a waste? I make a return like only Gravedigger can. Storming the ring with a group of thugs and beat down someone in the ring. I mean who the fuck does that? What kind of asshole sinks that low to attack someone after their match in a multi-man beatdown.
Gravedigger’s facial expression turns into a smirk.
Me of course. Fuck what people think. The fucking marks on the IWC went fucking berserk. Their beloved bad guy David Sanchez worked his way up from the bottom of the fed to just the edge of the main event here in WCF only for me to shit on his fucking parade and ruin it all, making it all about me. Who the fuck are they kidding? It IS all about me. My name is the one people are talking about. No one gives a fuck about Joey Flash winning the world title. No one REALLY cares about David Sanchez finally winning a major match. Who spends a year and a half in a company before they win a major match. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever spent a full month in any company before having a major match. That’s what fucking winners like me do.
Gravedigger rolls his shoulders and makes a hugging motion with both arms, stretching the muscles before laying back down, the camera switching back to Gravedigger’s face with the bench in the background once more. His face tenses up after a few seconds as he begins another set of bench presses. Once the set is complete, he rests the barbell back on the rack above him and sits back up once more.
Losing to Joey Flash wasn’t a setback though. Nah. See, I talked about how he’s nothing but a big fish in a small pond, but like I said he’s still a big fish. This motherfucker couldn’t put me away as easily as he did people like Oblivion or Jayson Price. He had to struggle and fight his way to a victory and keep me down using every move he could think of. Even though I would have gladly taken the low road, I have to commend him for keeping David Sanchez out of it. At least until after the match. See, that’s the fucking difference between me and Sanchez. It may not be honorable to go out after the match is done to do sneak attacks like I love to do, but first fuck you I’m out to fuck someone up, honor be damned. Second, I don’t attack during the match. I don’t want someone’s match being determined by my interference so they have reason to whine. Nah, I’m good with waiting until the match is over, their guard is down, as well as their strength and then striking viciously then.
See, I can’t really decide if Sanchez wanted to attack me during the match because he wanted all the glory of beating Joey Flash for the world title. Or was it just because he wanted ALL THE GLORY of beating Joey Flash for the world title. People would wonder what the fuck is the difference? The difference is David Sanchez doesn’t want to be under the thumb of Joey Flash. He wants to be the one to take down Joey Flash. If there’s any sneakier motherfucker in Pantheon than Zombie McMorris, it’s David Sanchez. Joey Flash thinks he was so smart gathering that group together to keep them away from his world title but the moment that he watched David Sanchez win the Final Destination briefcase, he realized he fucked up. Idiot…
Gravedigger lays down for a third set of bench presses. As the bar passes by the screen this time, the scene fades out.
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BREAKING...YET NOT SO SURPRISING...NEWS
The next scene fades into a shot of a TV screen during the local nightly news. The same Hispanic woman with brunette hair from the night when The Phoenix was firebombed pops up on the screen dressed in a similar looking blue blazer and a logo that says ABC15 Arizona appears in the corner.
Woman: ABC15 News here with an update on a story from a couple of weeks ago. On December 23rd, we had reported that The Phoenix, a local night club here in Phoenix, Arizona, was firebombed by members of violent street gang MS-13. At the time we had reported that WCF wrestlers Gravedigger and Adrian were suspects.
We have just received word that WCF wrestler Gravedigger has been cleared as a suspect. We’re also receiving word that Adrian and a man named Esteban Ruiz were arrested on charges of orchestrating the whole thing. Other members of MS-13 involved in the attack are still being investigated as well. More on this story as it develops.
The scene fades out as the report switches topics.
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Lawyer.
The scene opens up to a close-up of a metal table. Resting on top of the table are a pair of gnarled, calloused hands, each one fitted nicely with one half of a pair of handcuffs around the wrists. The hands are resting on the tabletop in a clasped position with the thumbs casually bouncing off of each other in a calm manner. As the view slowly zooms out, the face that the hands belong to is not as calm. Gravedigger lets out a sigh of frustration, his brows furrowed with a look of impatience and annoyance on his face.
As the view zooms out all the way, it becomes clear that the scene is a police interrogation room. Words crawl across the bottom left of the screen.
Two Weeks Ago
Phoenix Police Department
Phoenix, Arizona
The door to the interrogation room opens up and a pair of detectives walk in. One is a man with a bushy mustache, a balding head, and a slight beer gut. He is wearing a dress shirt and a tie with dress pants. The woman is wearing a tight-fitting pant-suit with a blue shirt underneath that she oh so nicely fills out. She is a redhead who is wearing her hair in a ponytail that lightly swishes to the side with every movement. The rest of her body looks killer, too, instantly grabbing Gravedigger’s attention.
The male detective leans against the wall to the side of the two-way mirror, his arms crossed, looking closely at Gravedigger. Gravedigger glances up at him, giving him a look as if to say “You’re not intimidating me”. The female detective grabs the chair across from Gravedigger, and pulls it out and turns it, angling it towards the side of the table. She plops down a folder loudly before taking a seat in the chair. She crosses her legs in an obvious manner, intending to make Gravedigger notice. She pulls at the end of her dress, reducing the amount of leg peeking out. Gravedigger grins at her.
Female Detective: So, Mr. John Burroughs. May I call you John?
Gravedigger smirks.
Gravedigger: Lawyer.
The female detective laughs.
Female Detective: Man, you guys have got this down pat. All three of you said lawyer right away. Why do you need a lawyer for your name?
Gravedigger’s left eyebrow raises.
Gravedigger: All three of us?
The female detective nods.
Female Detective: Yeah. You, Adrian, and a Miss Juanita Juarez.
Gravedigger leans back in his chair and tries to put his hands on his legs but the chain isn’t long enough and his hands are stopped. He lets out another sigh of frustration and leans back towards the table, putting his hands back on it, before finally giving the female detective a confused look.
Gravedigger: What do you mean you have JJ here? What’s she got to do with this?
Female Detective: Apparently, she heard about you and Adrian getting arrested and showed up at the station. She claimed that you were with her that night.
Gravedigger’s face lights up and then turns to a smirk. He shrugs.
Gravedigger: Well, she’s right.
The female detective makes a tsk, tsk sound, shaking her head, the ponytail swishing back and forth slightly. Gravedigger’s nostrils flare as the scent of her hair invades his Hall of Fame nostrils.
Female Detective: I wouldn’t get so smug if I were you. Adrian is telling a completely different story. We have two people telling us different stories about your whereabouts.
Gravedigger smirks.
Gravedigger: No, he isn’t.
The male detective finally speaks as his eyebrows raise.
Male Detective: How do you know that? We’ve got you both at the scene and due to the deaths and injuries, not to mention the damage of property, we’ve got enough to classify you both as domestic terrorists. Before he turned on you, Adrian was looking at 8 counts of murder. He was going to get the death penalty. Now he’s looking at life in prison with no chance at parole.
If looks could kill, the look that instantly goes from Gravedigger to the male detective would give Genghis Khan a boner. Gravedigger’s knuckles turn white from the grip of his clenched fists. He finally relaxes and grins at the male detective.
Gravedigger: Nice try. Adrian didn’t give me up. Giving me up would have been lying as he knows I wasn’t there.
Female Detective: So, he was there? Was Adrian part of the firebombing?
Gravedigger shrugs with a smug look on his face.
Gravedigger: I don’t know. I was with JJ at the time, a little Netflix and chill session. It was just the two of us. We usually don’t like to share.
Gravedigger takes the moment to wink at the female detective. Her face turns into one of disgust as she uncrosses her legs and puts both feet on the floor. She slides up to the table and opens the folder, spreading out several sheets of paper. Gravedigger’s smug look leaves his face as he glances down at the sheets of paper, darting over each one with a look of curiosity. The male detective speaks.
Male Detective: So, John, here you have before you the sworn testimony of about a dozen or so eyewitnesses, some currently in the hospital, others who were unharmed but still present for the firebombing who state specifically that they saw you there.
A look that says “yeah, right” crosses the face of Gravedigger as he looks up at the male detective.
Gravedigger: That doesn’t mean shit. Look, you guys know MS-13 did this right?
The male detective shrugs, scratching his chin.
Male Detective: We’ll take your word for it.
Gravedigger shoots a look of annoyance at the detective before continuing.
Gravedigger: Anyway, hasn’t it occurred to you that due to my prominence as both a WCF wrestler as well as a member of MS-13, that in my own hometown and at my own former night club, that I would automatically be associated with them?
Female Detective: You know, it’s funny that you bring that up because it’s on record that you have been involved in several MS-13 based attacks in the last decade. There was the attack that nearly left your employer dead at Taco Bell, the riot in the Slam arena, and the burning down of your employer’s home.
Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger: What record are you talking about? There was never any proof I was involved in those. You seem to be falling into the same clueless and delusional belief that these so-called eyewitnesses hold onto.
The male detective is about to respond when a knock is heard at the door before the door opens and a man is seen standing there with a briefcase. The man is wearing a green button down shirt with a black tie and a black dress jacket and dress pants. Gravedigger has a confused look on his face as he looks at the man through the interrogation room mirror. He looks back over his shoulder as both detectives straighten up and look at the man.
Male Detective: May we help you?
Man: You most certainly can. You can first take the handcuffs on Mr. Burroughs here and then release him for starters.
The male detective has a pissed off look on his face.
Male Detective: Just who the hell do you think you are?
The man hands a business card each to the two detectives.
Man: My name is Abarron Berman. I am a lawyer and personal friend to the President-Elect of the United States, Donald Trump. In case you think I am lying or have an issue with my requests, I encourage you to call the number on the back of the card. Just know that if you call that number, it will get back to your superiors here at the station and will not reflect well on your performance reports I’m told.
The biggest shit-eating grin spreads across Gravedigger’s face. The female detective has a look of defeat on her face while the male detective just looks pissed. He looks back up at the lawyer.
Male Detective: Look here, Mr. Berman. I don’t care who you’re friends with, Mr. Burroughs is a primary susp---
The male detective is cut off by Abarron.
Abarron Berman: No, he is not a primary suspect in anything you’re trying to charge him for. He has a rock-solid alibi as does a Miss Juanita Juarez. You’ve heard it, they can come back another day and sign their statements when they feel like it. Now, will you be uncuffing Mr. Burroughs and release both of them into my custody or will I be pulling out my cell phone and contacting President-Elect Trump? It’s your call, detective!
Abarron smiles sarcastically. The male detective doesn’t move and just glares at the laywer, but the female detective stands up, reaches into a pocket and pulls out cuff keys. She reaches over and uncuffs Gravedigger who immediately rubs his wrists. Gravedigger slowly stands up, looking around. The laywer jerks his head slightly, indicating for Gravedigger to leave. Gravedigger turns and walks out of the room.
Abarron: Good day, detectives.
Abarron turns and walks out of the room, leaving the two detectives standing there in silence. The male detective finally curses under his breath as he kicks the table in frustration.
The scene switches out to the office area where an officer walks out of one of the other interrogation rooms and out walks JJ. Gravedigger and JJ grin at each other slyly and share a pop kiss when JJ walks over to Gravedigger. He puts an arm around her shoulder and looks at Abarron.
Gravedigger: So, what about Adrian? I didn’t hear you say anything about Adrian being released in there.
Abarron scrunches his mouth and shakes his head.
Abarron: Sorry, but we can’t do much about that. He may have to just take the heat for this. President-Elect Trump can’t pardon people yet and he said he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it. He’s friends with you and Miss Jaurez here, not the whole “gang”.
Abarron uses air quotes with a hint of sarcasm when saying the word gang. Gravedigger doesn’t look happy at that, but finally sighs and looks down at JJ.
Gravedigger: Well, let’s get out of here. We’ll go visit him or something in a couple of weeks.
JJ: Ok.
The couple parts with the lawyer once outside the police station. Two members of MS-13 walk over from the parking lot and one holds out a pair of keys. Gravedigger looks past them to see a trio of motorcycles, the one in the middle being the one Gravedigger usually rides.
Gravedigger: Nice, boys. Let’s ride.
Gravedigger bumps fists with both men before walking over and sitting down on his bike. JJ climbs on behind him and puts her arms around Gravedigger’s Hall of Fame torso. The other two bikers climb on their rides and all three men bring their bikes to life, back up and pull out of the parking lot and onto the nearby road. The scene fades out as they ride out into the distance.
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XIII....MS-XIII
The final scene opens up in an empty arena. More specifically the First Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the site of the upcoming XIII. XIII, the event that delivers memorable, violent and sometimes brutal moments in WCF history. Deathmatch tournaments, Casket Matches, Ultraviolent Ladder matches, even a Flatliner match have happened at XIII. Big moments such as the shocking unseating of Jonny Fly as world champion by Jayson Price or the stellar match between Steve Orbit and Corey Black, the father of XIII.
Out from the stage where the gorilla position will be set up walks Gravedigger. He’s wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and his MS-13 biker jacket. He stands out on the dimly lit stage and looks around and up into the stands that will be filled on Friday. He slowly walks over to the ring, leans on the top rope and looks into the camera with a loud sigh.
Gravedigger: Ahhhhh, time for my favorite part of these promos. The part where I get to talk shit and eviscerate my opponent. You know, this is going to be a special one. Not because I’m facing one of the up-and-comers here in WCF who is right on the verge of reaching the summit of WCF, the world championship. No, it’s because after watching my opponent’s promo, he gave me the perfect opening to go after him.
Now, this isn’t going to be me completely responding to everything he said because, trust me, I have a list of things to rip this guy on. No, I have to respond to this one thing because it completely unravels most of the shit talk he was saying about me. We start off with what seemed to be the entire basis of Sanchez’s attempts at smearing me. See, Sanchez seemed to build this image of this FINALLY being his chance to face me. He basically talks about how I ducked him and was nowhere to be seen. Sanchez tries to make everyone think that I was avoiding him and trying to avoid him after he eliminated me at War back in 2015.
Gravedigger leans back and shoots an “are you serious” look at the camera.
Gravedigger: Unfortunately for David Sanchez, the TRUTH is that history shows otherwise and I believe Sanchez forgot that WCF’s cameras record every second of every show. I dare anyone who fell for Sanchez’s bullshit to go look through WCF’s video archives at the shows after War in 2015. Sanchez goes on to lose matches for the next couple of weeks after War including his United States title and within a month is GONE from WCF for nearly a year before he returned. My Hall of Fame ass was in that commentary chair 50 feet away calling the matches each and every week for more than 6 months after that War match. Then in the last 6 months plus, I have been a commentator for another organization, one where I found you at, Sanchez. During that entire time as I sat my ass in that chair calling matches each week, there was not one word said by you about some supposed challenge. Hell, you even mentioned in your promo the one match I had there, so it’s not like you forgot where I was.
But, let’s get right down to the meat of the entire issue. Where was this challenge you laid down for me back in 2015? When you eliminated me from War? That was a challenge? You taking the opportunity like everyone else does to eliminate someone from the War match is disguised as a challenge?
Gravedigger laughs for a few seconds.
Gravedigger: Oh that’s a good one! If I was supposed to feud with every guy I eliminated from War, I would never get anything done all year long because of all the people I would have to face. No one would. Hell, Odin Balfore must be the most wanted man in WCF history after his War Balfore performance in last year’s War, right? It’s funny that you talk about how I was ducking you yet I called you out on Twitter saying I had been here the whole time. In that same Twitter thread, you implied I was the one that had dementia. See, I waited until you attacked me before accepting because I wanted to accept it in a big way. I’m not going to waste that shit on a Tweet like some school girl. What are you? I know you’re only a few years younger than me, but do I need to accept things on the Internet to make them official? I mean are we even really having this match at XIII since it’s not Facebook official? Are you a 37-year old man or a 16-year old needy girl? I mean damn, Sanchez, should I send you a Facebook friend request or poke you or something before our match so that we can be BFFs afterwards? I mean I so want to end up on your End of the Year video that Facebook does. It’s going to be the highlight of the fucking year for me!
Gravedigger laughs again.
Gravedigger: You know what though, you’re WELCOME for accepting that challenge of yours. I know how desperately you needed it. You talk all this big talk about how big of a match facing me would have been a year ago and how now it’s not so much. I’d love to hear the actual logic behind such a ridiculous statement. What’s that you say? You and all the other Sanchez knob slobbers are probably wondering how I could say something about someone so great as Sanchez? The man who has been dominant in his time here in WCF? The man who has just destroyed opponents with relative ease? Yeah, I’m glad you brought that up because just like I did with Flash, I would like to know who the fuck have you been dominant against? Who have you been destroying here in WCF? You know, you’re about to become one of the very few men in WCF history with a title shot after beating relative nobodies.
Seriously who the fuck have you beaten? Let’s go over some of your most prominent wins in the year and a half since your debut. Teo del Sol. Oh ok, the guy everyone loves since he’s a swell guy but has basically been a bottom feeder in WCF, never really going for anything above the TV title, People’s title, or the Internet title. Bravo, David. You STRUGGLED to beat Teo in multiple matches. Then there’s the man you beat for the United States title. Thomas Uriel Bates. Again, bravo. You beat a guy in 2015 who was struggling to win anything at all to be blunt. That’s essentially it for 2015’s David Sanchez matches of the year. Then there was your time in 2016 since you’ve been back. Along with the soon-to-be world champion Joey Flash, you beat Eric Price and Tek in a tables match. Classic Eric running from the match with you guys winning by ganging up on Tek, a guy who has probably lost more matches than even Adam Young. You beat Gemini Battle to get into Final Destination, a guy that will get lost in history years from now.
But finally, we get to Final Destination. Finally, we get to two guys in the match, one who is a Hall of Famer in Corey Black. Then there was someone who will most likely enter at some point, Odin Balfore. Finally, after all these dominating wins over relative nobodies that will probably not be remembered years from now and certainly not enter the Hall of Fame, you win a huge ladder match against two huge names in WCF history. I mean bravo.
Your losses were no better when you lost to Gemini Battle, Teo del Sol, you even got eliminated from War in 2015 by BILLY. A joke wrestler who didn’t really amount to anything other than a couple of fluke wins and who almost took your United States title from you as well.
So, that finally brings us back to our match at XIII where you face your FIRST real competition in a one-on-one match and you’re just going to proceed to act like this is a cakewalk and that you’re going to walk all over me? Motherfucker, please. I’m not Tek. I’m not Eric Price. I’m not Gemini Battle. I’m not Teo del Sol. I’m not Thomas Uriel Bates. I. AM. GRAVEDIGGER.
You got a close look first-hand the other week when you were refereeing my world title match with Joey Flash. The top guy in the company and he had to throw out his full arsenal of moves, even doing some moves twice to put me down. The move that put Bates down in one fell swoop and claimed the world title for him wasn’t enough to put me down. That’s who you’re facing. Not some low card wrestler who likely pads his bank account by taking indy bookings on the side.
You’re facing Gravedigger, the Epitome of Hardcore, in a hardcore environment. A NO DQ environment. An environment where I thrive. You, on the other hand, seem to thrive when facing lower quality opponents. Sanchez, you mentioned that you may be asking questions that are above your pay grade and after saying all the things I’ve said about you thus far, I have to say that you even being in this match, you even possessing that Final Destination briefcase, is “above your pay grade”.
You’re facing a Hall of Famer and it’s cute how you act like facing me isn’t even a big deal or anything. Bitch, if you beat me, it pads your resume and makes you look like a star. If I lose to you, it makes me look bad. See, you and some of your little fans out there, seem to think you’re this hot shit, but no one out there who beats you will come off looking great. It’s like “Oh you beat David Sanchez? That’s nice”. So, with all that said, people may be wondering why did I even bother to accept your challenge. Is it because you challenged me on Twitter? No, we already went over that. I’m a man. I don’t need to worry about what’s said on social media. Is it because you attacked me after our match? Nah, that’s just honestly tit for tat since I did the same to you weeks earlier.
No, the reason I accepted your challenge is to put you in your place. I accepted it to remind you that you’re not the hot shit you and your boys seem to think you are. For all the bragging people do about how great David Sanchez is, you’ve only had three big moments in your career. Winning the United States title, eliminating me at War in 2015, and winning the Final Destination briefcase. That’s it. You’ve been here on and off for a year and a half and that’s it. I could go on and on about how successful I was my first year and a half here, but there’s really no need to rehash over and over like I often do. Let me just remind you of one thing: when the dust settles, win or lose, I’ll still be a Hall of Famer with a brighter legacy than you can ever hope to achieve. You, on the other hand, you haven’t even come close to a worthy legacy at all. You have your Final Destination briefcase and a shot at becoming world champion.
But you were in that ring. You saw who you have to beat to cash it in and become world champion. I have a feeling that what’s more likely to happen is you’re going to continue teasing cashing it in and in a month or so, you’ll probably vanish only to return and cash in on a weaker world champion once Flash finally loses or vacates the title. If we base your chance of success as a world champion on your career thus far, you’ll be nothing more than a world champion who holds the belt for a few weeks or possibly a month. You’ll be no more impressive of a world champion than people like Bates or Gemini or Oblivion from last year’s list of one hit wonder world champions. Is that enough to get you into the Hall of Fame? Is that enough to make you a Legend here in WCF?
David, you talk and act as if you’re better than me, but the sad truth is, you’ll never be better than me. Yeah, maybe you’ll win more matches than me this year. Maybe you’ll have a couple of big moments this year that put you on the highlight reel here in WCF. Maybe you’ll win an End of Year award in next year’s Awards ceremony, but the simple fact is that…YOU. WILL. NEVER. BE. BETTER. THAN. ME. You won’t be a multiple time world champion. You won’t win War. You won’t leave behind a trail of destruction filled with wins over Hall of Fame bound opponents. You’re a high level mid-carder at best and you’re supposed to be in your prime. I can admit that I’m not in my prime right now thanks to ring rust and years of not wrestling that often, but in my prime…I was THE prime. I was near unbeatable.
You think this match with me is going to be a walk in the park, but I can assure you this is no park and there will be no walking for you. Just like with Flash, you’re going to have to fight and pull out all the stops to even think about beating me and the thing is, you’re no Joey Flash, so this match with me is going to be the fight of your life. I won’t return to WCF and challenge for the world title, lose said match and then go on to lose again the next match as well.
You talk as if the place we’re fighting at is small potatoes and a place that no one remembers, but the funny thing is you just make yourself out to be a schmuck once more. XIII is THE PPV every year. People talk big about One and they talk big about War, but XIII is one of the most highly anticipated shows of the year. Wrestlers fight tooth and nail each year to position themselves not only for a big showing at War and One, they also do it for XIII. Not every wrestler on the WCF roster is even able to get onto the shows. Hell, Zero Tolerance, a faction who was big in 2016 isn’t on the show. I could come up with a list of people who should have been on XIII but they weren’t allowed. It’s ironic that you make this all out to be such a small thing yet you’re the one that wanted it, Sanchez. You asked for the match with me and you asked for it to be at XIII.
Don’t worry though, you won’t make that same mistake again, because I will be giving you a taste of what goes on at XIII. I will introduce you the best way I know how and that is by burying you in the ring in front of the world. I’ll actually save you the embarrassment of going after Flash with your briefcase by allowing everyone to do transitive math. In case math was never your forte in school, I’ll explain. Joey Flash beat Gravedigger. Gravedigger will beat Sanchez. Therefore, Flash will beat Sanchez.
You mentioned small potatoes and that’s exactly what you are. Even in your own group, you are small potatoes. I know you feel you’re equal with everyone in Pantheon, but the simple fact is that you’re not. Everyone in the group has held more titles and had more accomplishments than you. You’re more like I was with #BeachKrew last year. They pal’d around with me and we were all buddies on-screen and even at times behind the scenes, but when it boiled down to it, I was kept around just for fun.
At XIII, I’m giving you such a rude awakening that Rick Rude will turn in his grave. I am peeling the small potato that is David Sanchez and proving why I’m a legend in WCF and one of the best in this business. I don’t need world titles, I don’t need wins over big names in WCF. At this point in my legendary career, everything in my path is things that I WANT. YOU, on the other hand, need this win badly. You NEED to beat me and add me to your resume of wins. You NEED to prove to the world who David Sanchez is. You NEED to prove that you belong in the upper echelon of Wrestling Championship Federation. And you NEED to prove that you can stand up to Joey Flash and become the world champion. None of that happens unless you beat ME. I, Gravedigger, am the one standing between you and what you want to achieve here in WCF. As you saw the other week, I do not go down easy.
When we step in the ring, there will be no cutesy, troll moment where we do a fingerpoke of doom scenario. There will be no laughs. Remember how fired up I became a few seconds after Flash and myself laughed about that moment? Yeah, that intensity, that fire that rocked Joey Flash to his core for most of the match is what you’re getting from the moment the bell rings until you’re flat on your back for the final time in the match. I’m not going into this match to out wrestle you. I’m not here to put on a good show. I’m going into this match to fuck you up, badly. I’m going to help you out Sanchez and help you avoid future embarrassment here in WCF. I’m going to give you an out for leaving WCF and cashing in your briefcase later against some nobody world champion. I’m going to fuck you up and put you on a stretcher.
You think jumping me in the middle of a War match makes you hot shit? You think tweeting at me like some high school girl makes you hot shit? You think jumping me after my world title match makes you hot shit? See, I jumped you after a grueling match as well, but I did it to get your attention. I did it to sucker you in for this match. That’s right, you seem to think that you pulled me into this match with that attack after my match with Flash, but you are the one that was being strung along the entire time. You had talked shit on Twitter and I answered. I beat you down and used your big fucking moment, the biggest moment in your career thus far in WCF, to make my official return. I shit all over what you had worked towards since you returned at War last year. I showed the world that I would walk all over you and challenged the world champion to a match. I made a point. I have never had to struggle and fight my way to the top of WCF. I have been on the top from almost the moment I walked in those doors. I AM THE TOP. You, on the other hand, belong below me. 6 feet below me is more like it.
At XIII, I won’t just beat you. I won’t just fuck you up. At XIII, I will bury you, Sanchez. Show up to XIII, come for your big moment. Your big moment is resting right here on my shoulder and then your head impacting the mat as I drop down for a Death Driver. Your big moment is me on top of you for a three count. Your big moment is you looking up into the lights, just barely being able to make out who is standing above you. Spoiler alert: it’s me. Gravedigger.
Gravedigger smirks at the camera as the scene fades to black.
