Well here I was, sitting in the
confines of a dimly lit strip club after Massacre. I watched the homely
looking girl that was on stage, striping her clothes from her body. I
could tell that she didn't want the life she had, but at the same time,
she must have needed the money. I felt bad for people like this. I knew
I had the power to bring an end to her pain, but that was something I
had left in the past. Micheal Graves was a killer no more. I looked
away from the girl on the stage, and down to my drink. I must be more
upset then I thought, I notice that I have almost finished the bottle
of Absolute that I had brought to me. I reached out, and poured another
shot, and quickly downed the glass without a second thought.
Why was I upset? I'm sure
anybody I knew would ask that question if they were here right now. The
answer was quite simple. Even though Keith and I did get the win
tonight. We got a cheap win. In my eyes, a cheap win is worse then a
loss. Even if Sanders was still with the XWF, Sacrifice knew that he
would never had stood a chance against Keith and I. So instead of
coming out, and losing like a man, he decided to take the low road, and
in the process, hurt my credibility. Sure, most people wouldn't look at
it this way, but I do, and it does anything but make me happy. Next
week, Keith and I will be taking on three different opponents. I guess
somebody wants to make sure that we are ready for our possible move to
Anarchy. I must admit, the thought of taking on three men did worry me,
just a little, but the more I thought about it, the more I talked
myself into believing that it was nothing that me and Keith couldn't
handle.
As all of these thoughts ran through my less then clear head. I looked
back down to my bottle. empty. At almost the exact same time, the
waitress came to my table. She looked down at the bottle, then to me.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a second. I knew that she was
trying to think of a nice way to ask me to leave. Apparently she
thought I had my fill. Sure enough she began to say something, and I
just looked away, back at the stage where the girl was dancing.
Waitress
Sir, can I get you another
drink?
Talk about surprised. I was
beginning to like this place more and more. I looked back at the
waitress, and for the first time tonight, I noticed how cute she was.
She had to be in her early to mid twenties, and had long blonde hair.
She was almost angelic standing before me. I smiled at her, and we
began to talk.
Micheal Graves
Another drink, No, but I
wouldn't mind getting to know you better. What's your name?
She giggled a little, then slid
into the seat across from me.
Waitress
Claire, what's your name?
Micheal Graves
Micheal.
Waitress
You know, you look very
familiar, have we met before?
Micheal Graves
In person? No, I would
remember a face like yours, but maybe you've seen me on TV?
Waitress
Your on TV?
Micheal Graves
Yeah, I wrestle in the XWF,
Micheal Graves.
Waitress
I'm not really into wrestling,
but I used to have a boy friend who watched all the time, so that might
be where I've seen you before.
We had
gotten off to a great start. I enjoyed talking with this girl, and it
had been a long time since I had talked to a member of the opposite
sex. Destiny and I had split, and between that, and trying to revive my
career in the XWF, I guess I just never had the time. As we continued
to talk, I begin to forget about the events on Massacre. I began to
forget why I was upset in the first place. Hours past, I continued
drinking for God knows how long, until finally I was out. At least, I
think I was....
I woke up the next day in a strange place. It looked almost like a
cheap hotel, yet, I could tell this was somebody's house. I tried to
set up, but a sharp pain suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I had
one hell of a hang over. As I pulled myself up to the edge of the bed,
I felt as though I was going to hurl all over the place. I sat there
for a moment, trying to calm my stomach. I looked around the room a
little more, still not recognizing where exactly I was. Then, it all
started to come back to me, I remembered the girl I had met the night
before, and I figured I must have went home with her last night.
remembering her name, I called it out.
Micheal Graves
Claire!?!
A woman's voice came from behind
a door to the right.
Claire
I'll be out in just a minute!
I made coffee if you want some, it's in the kitchen.
Coffee, that sounded like a
plan. I staggered up, and slowly made my way through the house,
searching for the kitchen. Soon enough, I had found it. I poured a cup
of coffee for myself, and dumped in about half a cup of sugar. I
stirred it up, and began sipping it as I heard the door in the back of
the house open up. I figured it was time for round two, if round one
even happened last night considering my drunken state. I began walking
back down the long hall way, towards the bedroom. When I reached the
door, the site I saw was such a shock that I dropped my coffee cup to
the floor, leaving a nasty stain on the off white carpet.

She didn't even notice me, she was too busy trying to button those
pants around her morbidly obese body. I was in a state of total shock,
surly I didn't, I couldn't.... This wasn't... I didn't know what to
think. Suddenly, she looked up at me and smiled, still not noticing the
coffee I had spilt all over her carpet.
Claire
Hi baby, are you ready to go
again?
NO NO NO!!! THIS HAD TO BE A
DREAM!
Micheal Graves
Oh.... ooh.... sorry Claire?
I... um... have a terrible hang over.
She just smiled, and began
wobbling in my direction.
Claire
I bet it's nothing I can't
cure.
PLEASE DEAR GOD LET ME WAKE UP!!!
Micheal Graves
Um.... well... I....
She wrapped her flabby arms
around me, and pulled me closer to her gut. I felt my body become
engulfed in her fat. It was like she was absorbing me. She moved in for
a kiss, and I tried to pull my head away. Fighting was useless though,
soon enough, I felt her tongue in my mouth. I closed my eyes as they
began to water. She pulled me to the bed and threw me down on to it.
She crawled a top me, and continued kissing me. What seemed like hours
passed, I didn't like what I was doing, but I was doing it. I was sure
this was a dream, it had to be, it was just too far fetched.
Sadly, I didn't wake up. this was the real thing. I had slept with this
woman not once, but twice. On the bright side, Massacre was no longer
on my mind at all. Whatever disappointment I had felt towards my match
last night was completely gone now. On the bad side, those feelings had
been replaced with the memory of what happened after Massacre. the
memory of Claire.