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the events of the other night left hundreds of miles behind me my head
was finally starting to clear. I
was now only a few miles away from Ketihs house. I was tired of only
talking with my partner over the phone, and at the events. We are a
good
team, but to become better, we had to build some real chemistry, we
needed to build on our foundation of a friendship, and we needed to get
to know one another just a little better.
Keith was a great talent, and he was probably the best tag team partner I had ever teamed with. Throughout my career, I have never been known as a team player, I had never been one to stick around in a group, or a team. I was always the lone warrior, out for only myself. My one goal through out my career was my own personal gain, and to be honest, that is how this team came to be. I didn't care about Keith, as a matter of fact, Keith was the last person in the XWF who I would have wanted by my side, but at the time I had my reasons. I had reasons other then the chance at gold. Now, I almost regret my reasoning for trying to get in the ring with Keith. Somehow, I had grown to like him, he had grown on me almost like a brother. In a perfect world, we would be brothers. We would have grown up together, and our bond in the ring would mean that much more. But this is not a perfect world. Keith Sharpe is not my brother, my only true brother was Sean Graves. Sean and I never had a great relationship. We were separated at birth. Our parents, for whatever reason they had, kept Keith, but left me to rot in a foster care home. I went most of my life thinking that my parents were dead. That was the story that had been fed to me all my life anyway. So imagine my surprise when I first saw Sean wresting. My twin brother, a man who not only shared my face, but my blood as well. A man that, until that fateful day, I never knew existed. I tried to approach my brother back then. But he wanted nothing to do with me, it would be years before I found out that my brother, Sean, was suffering from a mental disorder that caused him to have multiple personalities. Then man I meant so many years ago was in my brothers body, but he wasn't Sean Graves. After that day, I decided to conceal my identity from the world. I began painting my face, and later, wearing a mask. Since another man not only shared my face, but my profession as well, I figured it was better for me to just hide who I really was, that way my career would have room to grow, without being hidden under Seans shadow. Over the years, I began to resent Sean though. The more I thought about it, the more it ate me up inside. I began to question my life. Why did our parents keep him, yet drop me like a bad habit? This was a question that for years tore me to peices. I was a mess by 2002, and I had to be checked into a mental home. My drinking and drug use had gotton out of hand, and so did my split personalities. But my personalities were not like Seans. They were not real. I had no voices in my head telling me what to do. I had no epic battle for control of my body. It was all a psychological game that I was playing on myself. I convinved myself that I was sick, I convinced the world that I was crazy. But in the end, I was just trying to deal with my f**ked up life. Nothing more. When I was released from the hospital, I decided to try and get back into the business. The first company to offer me a decent contract was Generation Next Leauge. Or GNL for short. From what I can gather from my short stint in the company. It was a renegade spin off of the XWF. Allot of disgruntled former XWF wrestlers had made their way there. At the time, they had allot of big names, Kore, Gecko, Andrew Gibson, and Killjoy to name a few. When GNL folded as a separate company, some of the former XWF member whom were a part of GNL decided to try and take over XWF. It all started with them blowing up the XWF production truck during a Massacre broadcast. I really didn't have a role in this blood feud, and all I saw in my future was the unemployment line, and some indy bookings around the U.S. Not wanting to accept that future, I decided to make the XWF vs GNL war my business. I contacted Jonathyn Brown, and informed him of exactly who blew up his production truck. I positioned myself to be the new "hero" of the XWF. Jon offered me an XWF contract on the spot. And I was set to debut at Zero Tolerance 2004. Jon wanted me to battle against the former GNL wrestler, who were now calling themselves "The Outcast". And I was game for the upcoming battle. But then the hands of fate decided to play with my life. At Zero Tolerance everything went out the window. That is when I saw him again, Sean Graves, my brother. He had returned to the XWF at that very same PPV, Zero Tolerance. He was competing in the Deadline Rumble. It was his chance at winning the world title. Suddenly, all the hate that I had built up for my twin came to a boiling point. Now, not only had he stolen my face, not only had he stolen my family, but he was now trying to steal my career, my life. That was it, enough was enough. I started a war with my brother after Zero Tolerance. My one goal was to get him out of the ring, once and for all. Life just took a very weird turn for me at this time. I began to fall in love with his ex wife, Destiny Graves. I don't know if it was her beauty, or just the mere fact that she hated Sean as much as I did. But I was falling for her fast. At Bad Medicine, I revealed, to my brother, and the rest of the world the truth between us. I was Sean Graves twin brother. We were almost identical, save for a few inches and pounds. that night, I beat my brother to an inch of his life, but I wouldn't stop there. My goal was to kill my brother, and it was a goal that I met not too long afterwards. No, me and my brother did not get along at all, but me and Keith, this was a totally different story. I pulled into Keiths driveway, and set in the car, just staring at his home. I looked down to the clock, it was a little after eight. To Be Continued.... ![]() Everything seen here was created by me unless otherwise noted. Music (c) Rammstein 2004. Site design and banners (c) Spilt Blood Productions (me) |
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