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 |
![]() (The next morning) I open my eyes find myself in my bedroom. How did I get here? The last thing that I remember was talking to Terry outside of the nightclub. I try to think back, did I get drunk? Suddenly a memory flashing into my head, but only for a second before I lose wind of it. Doctors? Surgery? I must have had a bad dream, that is the only explanation I can come up with. I sit up on the edge of the bed and let out a yawn as I stretch my arms high into the air. as I look over to my window, I notice something that startles me, a tattoo. On my inner right bicep are two letters, W:G. What in the hell is W:G, and when did I get any ink done? This discovery forces me to think ever harder about the events from the night before. I don't remember drinking anything after my conversation with Terry, hell I don't remember anything from that point until now. Part of me says to just blame the drinks I had consumed earlier in the night and call it a day, but then another part of me says that something is seriously wrong. I start to stand up, but another quick flash of memory soars through my mind. This time I see the image of myself being strapped to a chair, and forced to watch some sort of video. I was jerking and screaming the whole time. I walk into my bathroom and splash some water over my face as I lean over the sink. None of this is making any since. (A few hours later) As I pull my car into Terry Blackstones driveway I begin to wonder. Do I really want to hear what he may have found out? I mean, it's not everyday that a guy finds out that he can rapidly heal from wounds. It's not normal. Now, I know that my life up to this point has been anything but normal. I've have multiple personalities, thought I was a vampire, drank the blood of girls I've dated. Yeah, my lives been a cluster f*ck of weird sh*t, but for everything I've been through over the years, this was something that really was not explainable. At least, not rationally. I let out a sigh as I open the car door. "It's now or never" I exclaim to myself as I step out of the car and close the door behind me. As I walk towards Terrys front door he steps out with a smirk on his face. Terry Blackstone "I was wondering if you were going to get out of that car, or just sit in my driveway all day." I don't say a word. I just continue walking in his direction. As I reach the small slab of cement that he would call a front porch, Terry holds open the door and motions for me to step inside. Terry Blackstone "Have a seat Micheal. We need to talk." I take his advise, and sit down on his black leather couch as he sits down across from me in a matching recliner. Terry Blackstone "Well, about what we spoke about last night. I've just got to know, how did you do that? You really had me freaked out for a moment, that is until I realized that you must have been using a fake knife or something." "WHAT!? A fake knife" I thought. In a way I can see where Terry is coming from, but at the same time this is a very serious issue for me, and to say the least, I'm not in a kidding mood. Micheal Graves "Terry the knife wasn't fake. I'm not playing any tricks on you. Whatever is happening to me, it's serious, and it's real." Terry Blackstone "Come on, you expect me to believe that you can stick a knife clear through your arm and not bleed all over yourself, hell not even have a mark left from it?" Micheal Graves "Yes." Terry Blackstone "Ok, lets pretend your telling the truth." Pretend? Terry Blackstone "Now the first thing I want to ask you is, how do you expect me to know anything about it?" Micheal Graves "I don't, but I do expect you to try to find out something, anything that might explain what's happening." Terry Blackstone "I don't know, maybe Raziel put some kind of spell on you." Micheal Graves "To make me invulnerable to wounds? I doubt it." Terry Blackstone "Ok, then what Micheal? How do you expect me to explain the unexplainable?" Suddenly I realized that he had a point. How would Terry have any clue what's happening to me if I don't even know? Micheal Graves "Maybe your right." Terry Blackstone "Listen, you want my advice? Here it is, don't worry about it. If your able to go through life without getting wounded, then great. Just focus on Raziel, get to the finals, and win your title belt. That's all you need to worry about right now." Micheal Graves "I'd like to, the problem is that I really don't care about the belt. I'm not at all worried about Raziel, and the only thing I can really seem to focus my attention on is Sean." Terry Blackstone "Well that's just stupid. Come on man, why wouldn't you care about the belt? It's your ticket back into the XWF?" Micheal Graves "What makes you think I want back in the XWF?" Terry Blackstone "Well for starter, maybe the Universal Title?" Micheal Graves "Couldn't care less." Terry Blackstone "Ok, then maybe the fact that it would give you a chance to redeem yourself?" Micheal Graves "Nope, I have nothing left to prove there." Terry Blackstone "Ok fine, be bull headed. You don't need the XWF, but if you want to make a career here in CWF, then you need to get the Word Title here, and to do that, you will have to beat Raziel." Micheal Graves "I will beat Raziel, but not for the title. I will do it to get Sean." Terry Blackstone "Oh my GOD! Sean this, Sean that! Can't you ever think about anything else besides Sean Graves?" I think about it for a second. Micheal Graves "Yes... Ashen." Terry Blackstone "You mean Weapon:Ashen? The guy who kicked your ass twice in GNW?" Micheal Graves "The one and only." Terry Blackstone "Let me guess, you think you can take him out now?" Micheal Graves "No..." Terry Blackstone "No?" Micheal Graves "I know I can." Terry Blackstone "Ok well, you want Ashen? Then beat Raziel, finish your business with your brother, and win the CWF title. After that we will figure out a way to get you into the XWF, and once your there, you can have Weapon:Ashen." Suddenly winning this title was starting to sound good. Suddenly, I had a new reason to make it to the finals. Not just for the chance at my brother, but also for the title. If I carry this companys top prize, they will have no choice but to enter me into the 5-5-5 event. And of course if I advance there, I will once again be on Anarchy, standing across from Weapo... wait a second. Why do I suddenly want to fight Weapon:Ashen? Terry Blackstone "Micheal, you ok?" The sound of Terrys voice snaps me out of deep thought. Micheal Graves "Wha.. oh, yeah I'm fine. Listen Terry, I've got to get out of here. I'm.... I'm not feeling too well." Without another word I stand up and walk out the door. On the way back to my car I continue to ask myself one question. Why Ashen? |