The scene opens inside of some
sort of Goth or S&M nightclub. A smoke machine fills the large
building with a heavy mist, while blue lights reflect off of it really
setting the mood. As we move past the dance floor, we notice guys
dancing with guys, and girls with girls. Not that this is a gay club,
but most of it's in habitants really don't seem to care who they're
dancing with. Finally, in the far back left corner, we see Micheal
Graves. He is sitting alone at a table with a bottle of Absinthe, also
sometimes referred to as "The Green Fairy". There is a large candle,
almost burnt to it's end lighting a book in front of Micheal. It seems
to be a journal of some sort that Micheal is writing into.
With each passing day
I come one step closer to Sean. One step closer to finally standing
face to face with my brother, and ending his life on national TV.
Nothing else matters to me now. The only thing I have left is
vengeance. Allot of people are wondering, what happened to me when I
suddenly went off disappeared from XWF television. To be honest,
I'm not so sure myself. I remember being sent home by Jonathyn (XWF
owner) because he thought I was too injured to compete, and the next
thing I vividly remember is Terry coming to my door with an offer from
CWF. What exactly happened between that two month span is something
that I do not know. It is part of my life that is currently lost to me,
but when I try to think back, and remember what happened, all I see is
Sean Graves, standing over my fallen body. Did Sean drug me up?
Did he attack me and leave me for dead? Right now, I don't have the
answer, but I would bet everything I hold dear in this life that Sean
Graves did in fact pay me a visit, and I'm sure the outcome wasn't
pretty.
What I do know is that not too long after my exit from the XWF, Sean
found out the shocking truth that it was indeed I who attempted to take
his life at the end of last summer. I ran him off the road, and watched
as his car drove off the edge of a cliff. To my surprise, Sean Graves
lived. I then set a plan in motion to steal Seans life from him. I
hired a plastic surgin to change his appearance, and and then injected
him with an experimental drug that would cause him to lose all memory
of who he was. I know how bad this must sound, how horrible of a
picture it must paint of me, but I did what I did because Sean Graves
had to be stopped. The man had already killed countless victims, most
just for the fun of it. And at the time, he was trying to kill me, and
my then girlfriend Destiny. Maybe I took the wrong path, maybe I should
have taken a higher road in that situation, but what's done is done,
and there is no turning back now.
Later that year, I rejoined the XWF roster under a mask. Jonathyn had
ordered me to portray a character named Chalupa. During my short stint
as Chalupa, I was shocked to find that my brother Sean had returned to
the XWF. Not as Sean Graves, but as the new identity that I had led him
to believe he was, Keith Sharpe. Sean still had no memory of his past
life, he knew nothing about the XWF, yet it had seemed that instinct
had brought him back to the XWF, and back into my life.
I decided that if Sean were going to be in the XWF, then I should stay
as close as possible, so I formed a tag team with him. As long as he
still thought he was Keith Sharpe, everything would be fine, but the
moment he remembered anything about his past life, I was going to have
to finished the job I started, and take his life.
I tried everything to keep my brothers memories at bay. I even took on
the role of CC. CC was a name that I came up with when I thought back
to what Sean used to call me. When he first found out that he had a
twin brother, he would constantly refer to me as Carbon Copy. I made
Sean, or should I say Keith, think that the reason he could not
remember the majority of his life was because of this CC character.
This sent Sean on a wild goose chase to find out who CC was, he looked
everywhere, except to the man who was staqnding by his side... me.
Finally, Keith/Sean broke into the XWF offices and stole medical
records for one Sean Graves. It seems he had been having nightmares
where he would stand in front of the mirror, and see his old
reflection, the one that looked identical to me. At times this
reflection would even speak to him, giving him hints like, "You know
who you really are, go find the truth." Sean would confide these dreams
with me, and I would try to convince him that they were nothing more
than dreams. Sean oviously didn't buy it, and soon found out the truth.
Now here we are In CWF. I'm here to finish a job I started almost a
year ago. I'm here to finally close the book on this blood feud that me
and Sean have had for so long. And apperently, I have the advantage.
For some reason, Sean does not believe it is me. He does not believe
that Micheal Graves is alive and well, and coming for him. That's fine,
because as long as he thinks I am an imposter, the longer I have the
upper hand.
Now, before I can get Sean into the ring, I will have to make sure that
we both advance to the finals of this Title Tournament. I have to get
past a very respectable foe, Raziel. While Sean will have to find a way
to defeat Regan Chambers. Regan, or Armagedden X as I know him, should
not pose too big of a problem for my bro, considering the fact that we
used to whoop up on him back on Massacure. Raziel on the other hand, he
is going to put me to the test. Raziel is a great and mysterious talent
both in and out of the ring, but I believe I have the advantage in this
fight simply because I have a far greater purpose than winning a title.
I have Sean Graves standing just behind Raziel, waiting, begging,
pleading for me to finaly put him out of his misery! On any other day,
a contest between me and Raziel would be epic, but today, it will be
nothing short of a slaughter.
Micheal closed his journal as
Terry Blackstone approched the table. Terry does not seem comfortable
in this club, and that can be read from the expression on his face as
he sits down across from Micheal.
Terry Blackstone
Micheal, what are we doing in
this place?
Micheal Graves
I'm comfortable here.
Terry Blackstone
Yeah, well I'm not, look at
this place! Does this look like a place I would bring the family?
Micheal Graves
Yes.
Terry looked astonished by
Micheals reply.
Terry Blackstone
Ok, well I wouldn't. Anyway,
what did you want to see me about?
Micheal Graves
I need to know something.
Terry Blackstone
Ok, and that is?
Micheal Graves
Not here... come with me.
The two men stand up and walk
out of the club. As they reach the outside, Micheal violently grabs
Terrys arm, and pulls him behind the building, all the while Terry is
yelling for Micheal to release him. Finally, behind the building, and
out of sight, Micheal releases Terrys arm, as the two men jsut stand
there.
Terry Blackstone
Ok, what the hell was that all
about?
Micheal Graves
Terry... There is something
different about me. I'm not sure what yet, but I think Sean might have
done something to me.
Terry Blackstone
Yeah, I'd say there is
something different, you've never grabbed me like that before. You
know, I was following you! You really didn't need to do that!
Micheal Graves
Quit whining, your fine.
Terry holds his arm up to the dim light. You notice a big hand shape
bruise forming on his arm.
Terry Blackstone
Does that look fine!?!
Micheal Graves
Ok Terry, I'm sorry. Guess I
don't know my own strenth.
Terry Blackstone
Damn right you don't!
Micheal Graves
Now listen, I still have a
problem.
Starting to calm himself down Terry
takes a deep breath.
Terry Blackstone
Ok... Ok what's this problem
again?
Micheal Graves
Well, last week, after I
defeated Shawn Masters I was walking out to my car, and I fell.
Terry Blackstone
Ok, well it's nothing to be
embarrased by, people fall all the time.
Micheal Graves
No Terry, when I fell, I
landed on some sort of steel pipe that was stuck in the ground.
Terry Blackstone
Oh shit, are you ok?
Micheal Graves
That depends. Terry, I was
impaled on this pipe, yet I was able to get up like nothing happened.
Micheal lifts his shirt up
showing... nothing. Just un damaged skin. Terry begins to laugh
nerviously.
Terry Blackstone
Ok, funny. Ha Ha. I can't
believe that you thought I would buy into that one.
Micheal Graves
I figured that would be your
reaction Terry, so I decided to bring some proof with me.
Micheal reaches into his
pocket and pulls out a knife. The blade on it is between seven and
eight inches long.
Terry Blackstone
Wait, what are you doing?
Micheal Graves
Showing you that I am not
making this up.
Before Terry can stop him,
Micheal stabs the knife into his arm. The handle sticking out of one
end, while the three or four inches of the black stick out of the top
of his forearm.
Terry Blackstone
Oh my God, are you insane!
Micheal Graves
Calm down Terry. Just look.
Micheal slowly pulls the knife
out of his arm as the skin seems to heal once the blade is removed.
Micheal wipes away the blood from his arm, and sure enough, there is no
mark. No open wound, not even a scar, it's like it never even happened.
Terry Blackstone
But, how is that possible?
Micheal Graves
That's what I was hoping you
could tell me.
Terry Blackstone
Let me see that knife!
Micheal hand Terry the knife
as he examines it.
Micheal Graves
Satisfied?
Terry Blackstone
Yeah... it's real.
Micheal Graves
Now will you help me?
Terry Blackstone
I'll call you tomorrow
Micheal, but I'm not sure what you want me to find out. I've never
heard of anything like this.
Micheal Graves
I'm sure Sean is behind this,
try to find out what he may have done to me over the last two months.
Terry Blackstone
Will do, but Micheal, don't be
disappointed if I can't find a reason for all of this.
Micheal nods as Terry turns
and walks away.
To Be Continued...
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