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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
Finisher 3: Death Vally Driver



Next Match:
vs. Sean Graves - Ladder Match


ENEMIES:
Sean Graves


COMPLETE RECORD: (NWO+CWF)
Wins: 18
Losses: 6
Draws: 2


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


I awaken in an unknown location. As I sit up and look around nothing seems familiar. I'm outside, apparently in some sort of ally, this much I can tell. The night air is cold, and feels like millions of needles pricking at my skin. I stand up, following the city lights to the exit of the ally. This city seems dead. There are no cars, no people, just brightly lit buildings. Still trying to figure out exactly where I am I start scanning the signs on the outside of these buildings. The funny thing is, nothing is written in English. One building does catch my eye though. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but something deep inside drives me to step inside. I walk across the empty street towards this building. Once I get there I am shocked to find that the front door is unlocked. I slowly open the door and step inside. I immedetly begin to look around, taking in my suroundings. Just like the city outside these walls, this building seems to be lifeless.

I begin to venture further into this building, walking down an endless white hallway full of doors. Finally I notice one that catches my attention. There is a sign on the door that I can not read, but under the unknown text is English in much smaller print. It reads "restricted area". Of course I open the door, and peak inside. Still no sign of anyone. As I begin to make my way through this room I notice a man in a lab coat standing just a few feet from me, he turns my way, this is it, I'm busted!

No, wait... the guy doesn't seem to notice me. He walks right by without even giving me a quick glance. I stand there puzzled for a moment, but decide to walking into the next room that is behind two large metal sliding doors. As the doors open, I am shocked at what I see.  Not so much in what it is, but the fact that it seems oddly familiar.  It's a large dim lit room. Smack dab in the center of it lies a  steel chair with straps to hold it's occupant in place. Directly in front of this chair is a big TV screen, and to the left and right are various computers. I begin to inch my way closer and closer to the chair. Something about it in particular seems to draw me towards it. Suddenly the doors slide open behind me, I hear a man screaming and fighting. I turn around to see...



What the fuck?




It... it can't be....






It's me! I'm being drug into the room by two large men in suits. I'm fighting like a rabid dog to break free, but my efforts are in vein. The two men force me into the chair, and begin to quickly lock me into place. I'm still fighting and jerking to get free, so much that the metal clams on the arm rest begin cutting into my skin.

I stand here, watching myself get locked into this chair, and I can not believe it. Is this really happening? Or maybe the question is... Did this really happen? I can't recall anything about this, but it seems all too real right now.

Finally these two men finish strapping me into this chair. One of the men leans down and says something to me, but I can't make out what from this distance. The man laughs in my face, and looks up to his partner. Suddenly I lunge at him with my mouth, bitting off a huge chunk of meat from his neck. The man lets out a whelp and grabs his neck as he jumps back away from me. I just sit there, with a smile on my bloody face.

*Knock Knock Knock*

I fly up up in my bed, I'm covered in sweat, and still startled by what I have just seen. As I look around I begin to calm down and notice that I am at home, in my bed.

*Knock Knock Knock*

Somebodies at the door. I take a deep breath and climb out from under my blanket. I grab my jeans from the floor and slip them on before heading out to the front door.

*Knock Knock Knock*

Micheal Graves
"Hold your horses, I'm coming!"

I open the front door to see.... Nobody? What the hell? I peak out the door and look around for the prankster, but it seems that nobody is outside. I shit the door and turn around, but what I see almost makes me fall on my ass.

It's me!?! I'm laying on the floor... dead. Quickly the ghostly image of me fades away as I stand there more confused then ever. What the fuck is going on?

*Later that day*

My match with Sean was a big deal for the CWF for two reasons. First, it was the finals in their tournament for the World Title, and second, it would mark the first singles match ever between me and my brother Sean. So it's a no brainier why Demonica wanted me to get some promos taped for the event. Even so, I was still focused on the events of the morning. That dream seemed all too real, and seeing myself dead... that simply wasn't normal. I'm still not sure exactly what to make of all this, but one things for sure, I am more than concerned.

*On air promo*

Rick Mitchell
"Micheal, this Sunday will mark your first singles meeting with your brother Sean Graves. The two of you have been feuding since around a year, and yet you've never once had a match to see who the better man is, why is that?"

Micheal Graves
"Why do we need a match? Why do we need to be inside of the ring, fighting under the rules of a wrestling promotion? I've never seen any reason for the two of us to face off in the ring Rick. What does it prove? Personally I don't give a damn who the better athlete is between the two of us. My side of this feud has been to accomplish one thing, and that is make Seans life a living hell. To that point I think I have succeeded thus far."

Rick Mitchell
"I think we could all agree on that point. As a matter of fact the story between you seems to be a very complicated one. From what I understand you first cost him the World title at the XWFs deadline rumble, then you began dating his ex-wife, you have attacked him countless times over the past year, tried to murder him, had a plastic surgin change his apperence, and even went so far as to drug him up so that he would lose his memory, and then try to convince him he was someone else."

Micheal Graves
"You know something Rick, everything you just said is true. And you know what else? There was a time that I was very proud of the hell I had unleashed into Seans life. At one point in time, I hated Sean Graves more than any one man can hate another. I wanted him to pay for all the wrongs he had commited in his lifetime. For all the evil he had unleashed into others lives, I wanted to return it, ten fold. you see, Sean Graves isn't the inocent man that he sometimes likes to pretend he is. Deep down, Sean Graves is nothing less than pure evil. He's killed men both in and out of the ring, he's cheated on every woman he's even known, he has tortured others for any reason he has deemed fit. The man even caused the death of his unborn child with Destiny Graves. This man is... I take that back, was my twin brother. besides a slight height difference, we used to apper the same. For years I hid, hid under this mask to hide the truth from the world. I did not want anyone to know that I was related to Sean, and I sure as hell didn't want to be mistaken for him.

You know, for years I did everything in my power to avoid Sean. Even before he knew of me, I had found out about him. At first I was excited to know that I had a brother in this world, but once I found out what kind of man Sean was, my excitment turned to anger. I knew that the two of us ever meeting would bring fourth the end of one, and as much as I hated Sean, I did not want to see that happen."

Rick Mitchell
"But the two of you did meet. It was in the XWF, your brother Sean was a mystery entrent in the Deadline Rumble."

Micheal Graves
"Yes, a fact that I knew nothing about when I signed my XWF contract just weeks prior."

Rick Mitchell
"Well why didn't you try to work things out, why did you decide to draw first blood before even speaking to the man?"

Micheal Graves
"Like I said, I hated the man, I wanted nothing to do with him."

Rick Mitchell
"I notice that you keep saying hated in past tense, why is that?"

Micheal Graves
"Simple, I don't hate Sean anymore. don't ask me why, because I really couldn't answer that, but the fact is, I have no feeling, good or ill towards Sean Graves."

Rick Mitchell
"Yet you still want to hurt him in the ring, why is that?"

Micheal Graves
"Because Rick, dispite my inability to feel hatred towards the man, our history is still deep, and I know that crushing this mans dream of a World Title would be the ultimate victory. Sean has it in his head that he can beat me, he has it in his head that he is the better Graves, and is more deserving of the World Title than I. He thinks what he can not do, and at Repent I am going to prove that to him."

Rick Mitchell
"Well, what makes you so sure you can defeat him?"

Micheal Graves
"Twins know these things. I know that I am the stronger of the two, the most determined. He would know this too if he would just listen to himself once in a while. Look at the facts Rick, Through out my run in the XWf I have held numerious titles, Sean has only held one, and it was won by me. Without my help, Sean would still the the runt of the litter, the man who talked allot of shit, but in the end always seemed to lose. I on the other hand have always been the winner, the champion of the Graves namesake."

Rick Mitchell
"Ok, but what about XWFs 05-05-05 evet? There you will be teaming up with your brother Sean, amoung others."

Micheal Graves
"Your asuming that Sean makes it to 05-05-05."

Rick Mitchell
"Yes, well lets asume he does."

Micheal Graves
"If I show mercy on him at repent, and allow him to participate at 05-05-05 then I see no problem between us, at least not from me. We have succeeded as a team before, and I am sure that we could again, if needed... But rest assured that if Sean Graves does make it to 05-05-05, and he tries something with me, it WILL be that last time you ever hear of him again."

Rick Mitchell
"Well Micheal, good luck this Sunday at Repent, and also at 05-05-05. Thanks for your time."

*End*

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