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DATA FILE:
Name: Micheal Graves
Ring Name: Dark Warrior
Height: 6'2
Weight: 245
Theme: Alt. End
Theme Artist: The Cure
Finisher 1: Bodysault
Finisher 2: Fire Breath



CURRENT ALLIES:
None


ENEMIES:
Sean Graves


DEFEATED OPPONENTS:
Andrew Gibson
Kore
Shawn Matters
Nick Nitro
Darkhan
Gecko
Armageddon X
Hellfire X
The Exterminator
KillJoy
Steve Jason
Krazzy Kidd
Chasm
Puke Abbot
Sewaside
Kold Killa
Randy Steel
Velimir Radnovic
Chris Bennett


COMPLETE RECORD: (NWO+GWFO+WPW+XWF+CWF)
Wins: 54
Losses: 21
Draws: 6


COMPLETE TITLE HISTORY

XWF World Title
XWF Tag Team Titles (With S. Graves)
Unofficial XWF Mexican Title

NWO World Title
NWO Tag Titles (With Shawn Steel)  (2X)
NWO United States Title (2X)
NWO Hardcore Title

GWFO Universal Title
GWFO Survival Title






As I watched Terry stumble off into the darkness, I couldn't help but wonder if I did the right thing, telling Terry what I did. His reaction to the fact that I can seemingly not be hurt did not seem to suggest that I had made the right choice. I'm not sure what is happening to me, or why I can not remember the last two months. Nothing really makes since right now, all I know is that I have an urge, almost a driving force to do one thing... and that is destroy my brother Sean. I vividly remember everything about the two of us, from the time we first met, up until sean turned on me. I remember being so angry, yet I also had compassion for my brother. I had grown to love him, to respect him, and even though I wanted revenge, I didn't want to hurt him. Those feelings are seemingly gone now, with all other emotions. It's not hate that I feel towards Sean. It's more like an inner voice that repeats over and over all day long to destroy Sean Graves. It seems like a mission, almost like somebody else wants me to do this dirty deed. Whatever the case, I know only one thing to be true. I must get to Sean, by any means, and annihilation him inside of a wrestling ring.

The most obvious choice for my mission would be CWFs first big event, Repent. I know Sean is going to defeat Regan Chambers, and for this reason alone, I know that I must also defeat Raziel. This is no easy task to say the least, but I am driven to to victory by this inner force that also seems to want my brothers head.

I sometimes wonder why I am even back in this business. The last thing I remember is being relieved when the XWF removed me from their roster, and gave me my exit. I was happy to finally be away from this line of work, and I was looking forward to moving on. But now that is not the case. I don't feel either way about being here, I just feel that I must be here. It is very strange to say the least.

Suddenly a black van skids it's tires on the cold night pavement in front of me. The side door flies open as two large men rush out, and come right at me. On instinct I nail the first one with a side kick that sends him flying back into the van he just emerged from. The second man reaches out to grab me, but I grab his arm and hyper extend it. The man lets out a wealp as I just push him down on his ass. I made a mistake though, I allowed myself to lose sight of the second guy, and the next thing I knew, there was some sort of dart sticking from my neck. I began to feel light headed as I pulled the object out of my skin. Seconds later I hit the ground and fell unconscious.

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I opened my eyes.. everything was a blurry mess. My thoughts began to come back to me, as I remembered what happened with the two men. I had been drugged. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was. All I could see was a desk with some sort of surgical knifes though the dim light of a large television screen. I look ever at the TV, the picture was blank. Like a VCR without a tape, the screen was just black. I tried to stand up, and that's when I noticed that I was secured in my seat. I looked down to see large metal clamps securing my arms and legs to a metal chair. there was a thick leather belt in the shape of an X holding my body against the backing of the chair. Normally I would be afraid in this situation, but strangely I felt nothing. My mind, as if working without my consent began devising a plan of escape. Just when I had decided to break my wrist to get out of this chair, a door in the back of the room, just out of my sight opened up. I could hear the footsteps of two men walking my way. The first man was around six three and weighed about 270, the other was 5'9 and only weighed about 130. I sat there shocked wondering how the hell I knew that as both men walked in front of me and began talking like I wasn't even there.

Man 1
So this is the new subject?

Man 2
Yes, he's been released for about two weeks.

At first I wanted to demand that these men release me, but suddenly I felt compelled to keep quiet and listen to their conversation.

Man 1
Well, how is he doing?

Man 2
Apparently so far so good. We just need to run a few test on him.

Test, what do they mean test?

Man 1
And his mission?

Mission?

Man 2
Incomplete, but he seems to be working his way towards it.

Man 1
Very good. so what's the ETA of the first targets elimination?

Man 2
May 8th.


May 8th? That date sounded familer... That's repent!

Micheeal Graves
What do you mean, target?

Suddenly the two men looked down at me, both seemingly suprised that I had just spoken.

Man 1
Why is he awake!?!

Man 2
Apparently the drugs must have worn off!

Man 1
Quick put him back under NOW!

The second man grabbed some sort of gun and pointed it in my direction. instinctively I tried to get up, and somehow managed to get my right arm free, but it was too late. The man shot me with the same type of dart as before, and I just fell back into the chair. As I began to black out once again, I over heard a little more of their conversation.

Man 1
Make sure to erase this from his memory!

Man 2
Yes sir, he won't remember a thing. As far as he will know, he went home and fell asleep.....