Post by Jade Night on Aug 1, 2022 17:47:48 GMT
Gavin Grimes sat behind the podium with a Powerade in front of him. He grinned before he leaned into the mic and spoke.
Gavin Grimes: As much as Maybelline enjoyed my last presser, she asked me to field questions today. So have it.
Reporter #1: Gavin, how does it feel picking up a win against someone like Carli Davis?
Gavin nodded.
Gavin Grimes: Man, what can I say? She’s amazing. But I think she ain’t all there mentally right now. I got mad love for her though and I hope to get another match with her when she gets her mojo back. I know what it feels like to be in her place though. It ain’t fun hitting a rough patch. Despite that? I’m proud of her and the fight she brought nonetheless. Carli at not 100% mentally is still a million times better than fighting Moss. Kross got a free pass.
Gavin chuckled before another reporter chimed in.
Reporter #2: How do you feel your odds stack up against Kendrick?
Gavin scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Gavin Grimes: Shit man, really? Have y’all not been paying attention? I have that motherfucker rattled. He doesn’t know what to say to me besides gibberish. Any point he makes is generic and makes sense. Meanwhile? I present the facts. I explain why I’m one of the best and why I’m going to beat him. He’s not a horrible wrestler but he’s not on my level. Everyone knows that.
He nodded confidently before a third reporter asked a question.
Reporter #3: If you do end up in the finals, what do you think of the rest of the field? Will it be Veronica or will it be Jack?
Gavin pondered it over before he shrugged.
Gavin Grimes: I think Veronica is amazing. She’s smart, talented and has the perfect amount of confidence. But I think Jack is gonna edge her out. One? Because I know he wants to get his hands on me. Secondly? I think there’s one similarity he has with me and it’s that he hates himself. He looks himself in the mirror it drives him fucking insane. And because of that hate? He does everything he can to dominate in the ring. The thing is though? He doesn’t do it as well as me. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to control it. He can’t master it. That’s what puts me above people like him. People who can’t tame their inner demons and use it to their advantage.
The crowd of reporters were stunned at the answer. One was finally about to speak up until someone could be heard yelling to Gavin’s right side.
Enter Jack Graves who was now seen tussling with a rather large security guard at the steps to the stage. The physical struggle was short lived though, as Jack quickly slumped the guard with a nasty Dinner Bell bullhammer elbow to the jaw and made his way up the stairs toward Grimes. Gavin was quick to his feet, ready for a fight, but surprisingly Jack scooped up a mic instead and closed the distance to stare Gavin down.
There was an intense staredown, and you could hear a pen drop in the room. A flood of camera flashes began, the shutter clicks being the only thing heard as the two stared daggers into each other's soul. Finally Jack broke the silence;
Jack Graves: You know… I actually liked you. I thought you were a cool ass motherfucker. But then you go and do THAT!?
Gavin knew damn well what he was talking about, he didn’t have to reiterate it. Jack snarled at him, going chest to chest as his voice turned into an animalistic growl.
Jack Graves: You wanna see how big of a piece of shit I really am? How about I take you the fuck out right here, right now, and make sure you don’t make it out of the final four of this tournament. I told you I was about this shit. Any time, any place. So here we are.
Gavin took a deep breath, and a smirk spread across his lips as he reached out and attempted to shove Jack backwards.Graves didn’t budge though. This seemed to actually irritate Grimes, and he smacked the microphone out of Jack’s hand, daring him to do something.
Gavin Grimes (off mic): Get out of my face bruh. I’m warning you. You ain’t gonna do shit Jack.
That’s all it took.
Graves’ arm shot out like lightning and locked around the thoat of Grimes without warning. Before he knew what happened, Gavin was suspended in the air by his windpipe as Jack made his way toward the edge of the stage.
There was no way Grimes was going out like a punk bitch though.
A hard right hand landed on the jaw of Graves. Then another, then another. To Gavin’s surprise, Jack just managed to eat them, the adrenaline absorbing the shots as he squeezed the larynx of Grimes tighter. That’s when Gavin did what he had to do to survive, and attacked the eyes of Graves with a nasty eye rake. Jack instantly dropped the former world champion, and Gavin was quick to react. He took two steps back and began a running gather toward “The Outlaw” who was still rubbing at his eyes none the wiser. In a brilliant showing of athleticism, Gavin used the conference table as a launching pad to hit Jack with a picture perfect hurricanrana, hurling them both off the stage and through a table down on the floor.
Both men were down for a few moments, but it was Gavin who finally began to stir first. He pulled himself to his feet from the rubble as folks began to crowd in to separate the two. It wasn’t over yet though, as Jack somehow willed himself back to life with a roar, and sprung to his feet to hit Gavin with a textbook double leg takedown. The two hit the concrete hard once more, and Jack began hammering him with nasty ground and pound punches. Grimes was stuck, and all he could do was turtle up until Jack was pulled off of him by about six to eight security guards. Gavin used this as an opportunity to dive on the pile and land a few more shots to bust the stitches of Graves open. Finally more people were able to rush in and pull Grimes back to separate the men.
Jack looked like a rabid dog. There was spit, sweat, and blood flying everywhere as he tried to fight his way back towards Gavin, the cameras picking up his shouts as he was forcefully escorted out of the building.
Jack Graves: I LOVED HER YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I WAS TRYING TO BE BETTER! I WAS TRYING TO CHANGE. NOW? I’M GOING TO FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU GAVIN! I’M GOING TO END YOU FOR WHAT YOU SAID. I’M GOING TO CRUSH VERONICA SAWYER TO GET TO YOU AND THEN I’M GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU IN FRONT OF RAYVEN AND THE WORLD. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’M GOING TO OBLITERATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU LOVE.
With that, Graves is shoved through the door and the camera falls on a pissed off and stunned Gavin Grimes rubbing at his throat as the scene fades.
Gavin Grimes: As much as Maybelline enjoyed my last presser, she asked me to field questions today. So have it.
Reporter #1: Gavin, how does it feel picking up a win against someone like Carli Davis?
Gavin nodded.
Gavin Grimes: Man, what can I say? She’s amazing. But I think she ain’t all there mentally right now. I got mad love for her though and I hope to get another match with her when she gets her mojo back. I know what it feels like to be in her place though. It ain’t fun hitting a rough patch. Despite that? I’m proud of her and the fight she brought nonetheless. Carli at not 100% mentally is still a million times better than fighting Moss. Kross got a free pass.
Gavin chuckled before another reporter chimed in.
Reporter #2: How do you feel your odds stack up against Kendrick?
Gavin scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Gavin Grimes: Shit man, really? Have y’all not been paying attention? I have that motherfucker rattled. He doesn’t know what to say to me besides gibberish. Any point he makes is generic and makes sense. Meanwhile? I present the facts. I explain why I’m one of the best and why I’m going to beat him. He’s not a horrible wrestler but he’s not on my level. Everyone knows that.
He nodded confidently before a third reporter asked a question.
Reporter #3: If you do end up in the finals, what do you think of the rest of the field? Will it be Veronica or will it be Jack?
Gavin pondered it over before he shrugged.
Gavin Grimes: I think Veronica is amazing. She’s smart, talented and has the perfect amount of confidence. But I think Jack is gonna edge her out. One? Because I know he wants to get his hands on me. Secondly? I think there’s one similarity he has with me and it’s that he hates himself. He looks himself in the mirror it drives him fucking insane. And because of that hate? He does everything he can to dominate in the ring. The thing is though? He doesn’t do it as well as me. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to control it. He can’t master it. That’s what puts me above people like him. People who can’t tame their inner demons and use it to their advantage.
The crowd of reporters were stunned at the answer. One was finally about to speak up until someone could be heard yelling to Gavin’s right side.
Enter Jack Graves who was now seen tussling with a rather large security guard at the steps to the stage. The physical struggle was short lived though, as Jack quickly slumped the guard with a nasty Dinner Bell bullhammer elbow to the jaw and made his way up the stairs toward Grimes. Gavin was quick to his feet, ready for a fight, but surprisingly Jack scooped up a mic instead and closed the distance to stare Gavin down.
There was an intense staredown, and you could hear a pen drop in the room. A flood of camera flashes began, the shutter clicks being the only thing heard as the two stared daggers into each other's soul. Finally Jack broke the silence;
Jack Graves: You know… I actually liked you. I thought you were a cool ass motherfucker. But then you go and do THAT!?
Gavin knew damn well what he was talking about, he didn’t have to reiterate it. Jack snarled at him, going chest to chest as his voice turned into an animalistic growl.
Jack Graves: You wanna see how big of a piece of shit I really am? How about I take you the fuck out right here, right now, and make sure you don’t make it out of the final four of this tournament. I told you I was about this shit. Any time, any place. So here we are.
Gavin took a deep breath, and a smirk spread across his lips as he reached out and attempted to shove Jack backwards.Graves didn’t budge though. This seemed to actually irritate Grimes, and he smacked the microphone out of Jack’s hand, daring him to do something.
Gavin Grimes (off mic): Get out of my face bruh. I’m warning you. You ain’t gonna do shit Jack.
That’s all it took.
Graves’ arm shot out like lightning and locked around the thoat of Grimes without warning. Before he knew what happened, Gavin was suspended in the air by his windpipe as Jack made his way toward the edge of the stage.
There was no way Grimes was going out like a punk bitch though.
A hard right hand landed on the jaw of Graves. Then another, then another. To Gavin’s surprise, Jack just managed to eat them, the adrenaline absorbing the shots as he squeezed the larynx of Grimes tighter. That’s when Gavin did what he had to do to survive, and attacked the eyes of Graves with a nasty eye rake. Jack instantly dropped the former world champion, and Gavin was quick to react. He took two steps back and began a running gather toward “The Outlaw” who was still rubbing at his eyes none the wiser. In a brilliant showing of athleticism, Gavin used the conference table as a launching pad to hit Jack with a picture perfect hurricanrana, hurling them both off the stage and through a table down on the floor.
Both men were down for a few moments, but it was Gavin who finally began to stir first. He pulled himself to his feet from the rubble as folks began to crowd in to separate the two. It wasn’t over yet though, as Jack somehow willed himself back to life with a roar, and sprung to his feet to hit Gavin with a textbook double leg takedown. The two hit the concrete hard once more, and Jack began hammering him with nasty ground and pound punches. Grimes was stuck, and all he could do was turtle up until Jack was pulled off of him by about six to eight security guards. Gavin used this as an opportunity to dive on the pile and land a few more shots to bust the stitches of Graves open. Finally more people were able to rush in and pull Grimes back to separate the men.
Jack looked like a rabid dog. There was spit, sweat, and blood flying everywhere as he tried to fight his way back towards Gavin, the cameras picking up his shouts as he was forcefully escorted out of the building.
Jack Graves: I LOVED HER YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I WAS TRYING TO BE BETTER! I WAS TRYING TO CHANGE. NOW? I’M GOING TO FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU GAVIN! I’M GOING TO END YOU FOR WHAT YOU SAID. I’M GOING TO CRUSH VERONICA SAWYER TO GET TO YOU AND THEN I’M GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU IN FRONT OF RAYVEN AND THE WORLD. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’M GOING TO OBLITERATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU LOVE.
With that, Graves is shoved through the door and the camera falls on a pissed off and stunned Gavin Grimes rubbing at his throat as the scene fades.