![]() ~*~NARRATION~*~
It's been a long day, and it's not even over yet. First, I wake up to Terry pounding on my front door. Apparently I had over slept, and he wasn't too happy about it to say the least. After taking my verbal lashing for that mistake, me and Terry headed down to the gym. Terry had me run for two hours shortly after we arrived there. Yes, I know this is impossible, well, maybe not impossible, as I did it, but it's not exactly what I would call training, more like torture. After I was done running, my legs felt like they were going to give way. I was standing on Jell-O, but my training for the day wasn't near complete. To his credit, Terry did at least give me a few minutes to try and catch my breath, but then he put me right back to work. This time he had me on a stair climber. Luckily for me he only required me to be on it for an hour, but that was the longest hour of my life. Next, we went out for lunch. Terry ordered this big greasy cheese burger, while he only allowed me to have a salad, and about half a steak for protein. Needless to say, I was beginning to regret bringing him back as my manager. During lunch we discussed what my game plan should be for the 3 way tag match. We were at a bit of a disadvantage, seeing as how we currently have no clue as to who Krazzy Kidd will be teaming with, but we did manage to cover the other three men that we knew would be in the ring. Finally, the day was over. I split with Terry after lunch, and headed back to the house. I was debating on running away, just getting on my bike, and heading down the road, but I'm not a runner. I don't run away from any challenge. Not in the form of an opponent, or a training "Nazi". I went home and collapsed, literally, on the sofa in the living room. I didn't want to move for the rest of the day, I just figured I would watch some TV, and get some rest, after all, tomorrow is Friday, and that means I have to start those stupid Yoga classes Terry signed me up for. It's now later in the afternoon. Anarchy is just now coming on. Normally I don't watch wrestling, considering I am a wrestler. Watching wrestling for me, is like working, and I don't like to do that with my spare time. Instead I normally try to catch re runs of the Family Guy. But since I do have a chance of moving to Anarchy after X-Mas X-Treme, I figure I should get to know some of my fellow workers. Most of the named on Anarchy I know, they were here during my first run with the XWF, heh, what a disaster that turned out to be. After the opening credits for Anarchy, something catches my attention. Chris Cage and Darken are meeting up in a parking lot. These are the guys that I might be facing at X-Mas X-Treme. These are the two poor bastards that could end up getting squashed my myself and Keith. Oh wait, what's this? I watch the screen, my eyes glued to the action, and suddenly Darken attacks his own partner, Chris Cage! Micheal Graves What the hell!?! SMASH! Darken even goes so far as to take the other tag title from Cage, and hit him square in the face with it! An evil grin stretches across my face. I can't believe this luck. As long as these two can hold onto the titles long enough for me and Keith to get our shot, then we will have this match in the bag. The scene on the television switches from the parking lot to the ring. Stark Deacon starts walking towards the ring. Instead of watching the show like I had planed on, I turn it off. I've seen enough. Right now I need to call Keith, I have to let him know just how lucky we will be if Darken can keep a hold of that title. I dial his number, and of course connect the call. The call goes straight to voice mail though, damn, I hate talking to machines. Keith Sharpes Voice Mail This is Keith, either my phone is off, or I don't have it with me right now, just leave a message. BEEP~! Micheal Graves Hey Keith, this is Micheal man. Listen, I don't know if you had a chance to catch the beginning of Anarchy, but there is trouble with the current Tag champs. I just watched Darken knock the living shit out of his partner Chris Cage. Man, as long as Darken can hold on to those titles, we're going to have this in the bag. That is of course, as long as we make it past this Monday. Anyway man, give me a call when you get the chance. Later... Suddenly I begin to think to myself, I've been planing on being at X-Mas X-Treme all this time, but what I really need to focus on is getting past Massacre first. Not that I doubt myself, or Keith for that matter. But I still don't need to let my attention slip from this match, that's how mistakes are made, and I don't plan on making ANY mistakes. I lay back on the couch, just thinking about everything that's going on, so much has happened over this past week. Once I unmasked as Chalupa, it seems that my life has completely turned around, at least in the XWF. My personal life is a different story all together... but I'm sure I will get back on track. I let out a big yawn, and close my eyes, before I know it, I'm out cold. Friday Morning 7:43am I open my eyes to see the sun shining through the blinds. It takes a moment to realize where I am, but once I do, I kick myself in the ass for falling asleep. I meant ot catch the rest of Anarchy... Oh well, I'm sure the boys will be talking about it at Massacre. I look at my watch, hmmm, Terry is going ot be here soon... I really don't want to take those stupid Yoga classes. I decide that I am going to skip out on him today. I know I will catch hell for it later, but I pay him, there for he needs me more then I do him, so he'll get over it. No time for a shower, so I just run upstairs and grab a clean shirt. It's black, with the KISS logo on it. I've had this shirt for years. I've always been a big fan, and at one point I even mimicked my makeup after them. I slip the shirt on and head out the door. Still no sign of Terry, thank God, I think to myself. I hop on my bike, and head away form the house. At this point, I'm not quite sure where I'm going, all I know is I'm not going to yoga class. After riding around for a good half hour or so, I find myself parked in front of Destinys house. I know this is the last place I should be, after the conversation we had the other night, but I can't help myself. It's a bit of curiosity, a little jealousy, and the fact that I still love her, all mixed together for one disturbing emotion. I continue just sitting there. I guess I don't have the nerve to talk to her after the rejection I received the other night, but suddenly, she comes out the door, and starts walking to her car. She doesn't even notice me, but I sure as hell notice what happens next. A man that can only be described as "cute" backstreet boy wannabe comes walking out the front door of her house. He is dressed in nothing but a bath robe, and blue slippers. Just looking at his neatly trimmed blonde hair makes me sick. How can she leave me for THIS guy!?! Then I remember, I left her. It still annoys me though, at least she could have found a guy that wasn't a total goon. By this point, all logical thinking is out the window. Destiny, and this unknown man kiss, right before she shuts her car door. I hop off my bike almost instantly, and make a mad dash towards them. The man is just starting to turn around as I am only a good ten feet away from him. The look on his face right before I tackle him is that of a dear caught in headlights. The two of us smash into the cement driveway, and I position myself on top of him. out of the corner of my eye, I can see Destiny getting out of the car in a mad panic as I begin smashing my fist into the guys face. I'm hitting him so hard that blood mist sprays me in the face. Destiny runs up behind me and grabs my arm, stopping me from hitting him any more. The damage is done though, his nose is broken, and even though I can't see through the blood, I'm sure I knock a few teeth out of this poor chumps mouth. Destiny pulls me off of the guy, and begins yelling at me like a mother would yell at a child... sort of anyway. Destiny What the f**k do you think your doing Micheal!?! What are you even doing here!?! Micheal Graves I thought I would stop by an... Destiny And beat the shit out of Brad!?! Your such a f**king moron! How was I ever attracted to you!?! Micheal Graves Desti... Destiny Just shut up! Get the f**k out of here before I call the cops! I didn't bother arguing with her. I didn't need the police getting involved, and copies of my arrest warrant surfacing on the net. My career was just starting to take off again, no reason to kill that momentum. Before I left, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I pulled out a wad of hundreds, must have been at least five grand there. I threw it at the bloody man whom I had just beat the snot out of. Micheal Graves That should cover the emergency room bill, if not, just have my ex call me, and I'll send more. I said that like a true smart ass, trying to add insult to injury. I didn't know how much money this man had, but I did know that Destiny was loaded. Not from her wrestling career, but from her parents. They didn't NEED my money, but hey, I thought it was a nice touch. ![]() |
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