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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.