Post by Jack Graves on Aug 8, 2022 17:31:28 GMT
We open up to a packed conference hall. Cameras flash as we are treated to a close up of Gavin Grimes who is seated to one side of the podium, and then we get a close up of Jack Graves on the other side of the podium. The camera then moves on to a close up of the GEW Grand Endurance Championship that was displayed beautifully in a glass case.
Voice: Welcome to the Grand Finale, boo boo’s.
The camera pans all the way out and we see former world champion, CARMEN CAMBRIDGE standing at the podium with a smirk on her face. Her blue hair was unmistakable, as was that confident voice of hers.
Carmen Cambridge: So when things get hot, sometimes you have to call in the hot girl, and I was happy to assist. I’ll keep it real, I haven’t been this excited about watching a match in a minute. Obviously, we’ve all seen what Gavin does in big matches, but this Jack Graves kid?
Carmen glances to the side Jack was seated on and then looks out at the press.
Carmen Cambridge: He’s unpredictable, and he’s hungry AF. He needs this win more than Gavin, but Gavin knows that a loss in a match like this is a set back that he can’t afford either. So how do you NOT wanna see a match that is MUST WIN for both parties? But we saw what happened last time, so when Maybelline called and put up the bread, I was happy to step between these two boys, because let’s keep it real, they don’t want it with ya girl.
The press cheers as Carmen grins before looking at Gavin and Jack.
Carmen Cambridge: This is gonna be a peaceful lil promotional piece for the finale of the Maybelline Moss Invitational to crown a brand new GEW champ, so without further ado, ask your questions and don’t hold back. I’ma be here on standby in case they wanna act out.
Gavin Grimes is the first one to field questions.
Reporter #1: Mr. Grimes, Rebekkah Katz is known to take quite the… Initiative. We saw it while she worked for Julian Savell, and we’re sure to expect it while working for Jack at some point, most likely against you. Do you consider her a threat? And is this why you hired Skye Summers?
Gavin listens intently to the first question, which ends up being quite a loaded one.
Gavin Grimes: Damn, that’s a good question. Ya know, I do see Rebekkah as a threat. I been studying her for a while and shit, she’s unpredictable. But that’s what you get when ya hire someone from SABER, especially someone of her caliber. Ain’t no doubt she’s a stone cold killer outside of the ring. But inside of it? It’s a bit different.
He shrugs his shoulders.
Gavin Grimes: I think that gives me an advantage with Skye on my side. Skye might be new to a lot of ya’ll but me? I’m a student of the game. I’ve seen her shit in Japan. She’s a legend out there and while she might not have the bodyguard background that Rebekkah has? Skye makes up for it in ingenuity and wrestling IQ. As for why I hired her? It wasn’t because of Rebekkah, I was going to go into this without any backup.
He leans toward the mic so he can be heard louder.
Gavin Grimes: Because it’s what I’m used to doing. I’m used to it being me against the world. So, when Skye offered her services? And then when I met her face to face and she showed how loyal she is to me? How down she is to look out not just for me, but even my family? I couldn’t pass that shit up. Most people, like Jack here, wanna use my name to bolster themselves. But not Skye. She didn’t come at me right off the bat like all these other fuckin’ rooks in the States do. Nah, she’s different and that’s why I hired her. Not because of Katz. Is that a good enough answer? Whatever. Carmine, handle this shit. Get me a question or get one for Jackass over here.
Carmen Cambridge: Whoa, holdup Gav. Carmine? Don’t get cute.
The former world champion laughs as Gavin chuckles a bit too. Carmen points to someone in the sea of press.
Carmen Cambridge: Okay girl, you got next. You got a question for Jack?
Jack shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop the girl before she even has a chance.
Jack Graves: Hold up a second darlin’. I promise I’ll get to you.
Graves calmly takes his cowboy hat off, and places it on the table. Normally he’d be yelling at this point, especially over the ‘jackass’ remark, but instead Graves turns to Grimes stoically and speaks only to him.
Jack Graves: You put on a good front for these folks. You know how stupid you sound? “Rebekkah may be a killer outside the ring but hur dur Sky wrestled in Japan so that gives her an edge.” You do realize that she is heavily military trained, right? I’m talking anti-terrorism unit trained type of shit. Where they teach you to kill a motherfucker with your bare hands. If you really think that some time in Japan’s wrestling circuit or in a ring in general equates to actual military training and combat experience? You’re smoking fat rocks of crack up there on that pedestal you put yourself on, Gavin.
Carmen attempts to cut in, but Jack remains calm and non-threateningly holds up one finger. Carmen allows him to finish, taking a step back to give Jack line of sight on Grimes again.
Jack Graves: And use your name to bolster myself? Partna you were the one who went to my EX ol’ lady, and told her she needed to leave me because I was a baaaaaaad man. You started this shit. You had MY name in YOUR mouth first. So don’t sit up here and play the victim now. Actually, do. Because that’s exactly what you’re going to be when you get into that ring with me in the finals. A victim. I don’t need Rebekkah Katz to do that to you. I can do that all by my little lonesome.
Jack turns back to the crowd and points at the lady who was still standing, in a state of mild shock as she waits for the conference to devolve into a brawl again. It doesn’t though, and she takes a thankful gulp of some water before clearing her throat to ask the titan of a man her question.
Reporter #2: Y-yeah. Mr. Graves.
Jack Graves: Jack. Mr. Graves is my father and he’s a piece of shit. Kinda like Gavin. Continue.
The reporter’s eyes shift to Gavin, and then back to Jack nervously.
Reporter #2: Jack. You’ve got the size and the strength advantage on Gavin. That much is certain. We’ve seen you display some frightening and raw power in your emergence this year. Your speed and agility seems to be your achilles heel though, so to speak. Are you concerned in the fact that this is the area where your opponent shines. With a larger gas tank, and the advantage in speed and initiative.. How do you counter that? Put him away as quickly as possible?
Jack laughs at the question and flexes his bicep, before turning his head a little to size Gavin up. He pauses, thinking about his answer for a moment and then turns back to speak into the mic.
Jack Graves: Look, I aim to put EVERYONE I face away as quick as possible. Gavin will be no different, however I know he ain’t going away quickly. This is going to be a dog fight. In December, when people are nominating matches for match of the year? You’re going to see this one listed. We are going to beat the holy hell out of eachother. I think it sounds like you’re insinuating that Gavin is going to run from me, and I can assure you.. he won’t. In the event that he gets a few right hands and an elbow to the dome and he does decide to take flight? I’ll stand in the ring and smoke a blunt until he has the balls to come back and face me like a man, or Katz drags his ass back out there.
Jack shrugs and he maintains his “No Fucks Given” attitude by cracking open a beer from a Yeti cooler under the table. He takes a few gulps and sighs contently before offering one to Gavin.
Jack Graves: But you ain’t a coward are you? I can see it in your eyes. You got some fight in you, don’t you Gav? You’ve got an animal in there, buried. Someone you ain’t let out in a good long while. You’ve seen some hours in a ring, and you’ve taken some beatings and given some too. But I promise you Gavin, you ain’t ever fought a man like me. A man who has crawled out of the wreckage and the trenches of what I’ve been through. Someone who will do anything… ANYTHING it takes to never see those lows again. I’m sure you’re familiar. You’ve been through some things yourself, haven’t you? I can tell you this though… you were wrong about one thing. Me? You hit the nail on the head. You’re right, sometimes I can’t control my anger. I turn into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, or the Redneck Hulk or something. But you said that you could control it and that gave you an edge. You lied. You don’t control it well either. All it took was a few presses of your buttons and you left Ronnie in the ring to carry you to a win while you tried to beat your frustration out of your system by using my partner and best friend as a punching bag. Doesn’t seem like you controlled yourself very well there either, did you? It seems like that old animal wants to be let out. See, that’s what I do. I push people to be their absolute best. I want the best version of Gavin Grimes your career has ever seen. I want you hungry for blood. Ready to tear me apart. Because I know it’s in there and you’re going to need to call upon that if you ever have a snowballs chance in hell of beating me.
Jack flips the beer through the air like a microphone toward Gavin, getting tired of holding it out.
Jack Graves: Now here, take a beer and answer this lady’s question. Ol’ sad face ass Gavin. You look awful serious for someone who ain’t phased.
Carmen Cambridge: Dang! No beer for the lady? And I thought they used to call you the Gentleman!
The press burst out into laughter at Carmen’s antics, one thing about her, The ‘Gucci Girl’ was always one to steal the show. Jack even gets a good laugh out of it and offers her a beer in consolation.
Carmen Cambridge: But nah I’m good JACK!
She shoots him a glare and points to the next reporter among the sea of media.
Carmen Cambridge: It’s your world and we’re just livin in it boo. Whatchu got?
Reporter: Thank you Ms.Cambridge. My question is for Jack. We’ve seen this newfound anger recently, and while it has garnered enough publicity that there was a need to bring in a former world champion to host, how does it make you feel? The stigma of being a loose cannon, do you embrace it or are you tired of it?
Carmen looks over at Jack and puts her hands on her hips as if she’s anxious to hear his answer to this one as well Jack simply shrugs, taking another swill of his beer before answering.
Jack Graves: I mean, it’s in the title “The Outlaw.” I am who I am. I try to play nice with folk, and I’ve tried to be everyone’s friend, and trust folk. Hell, I even tried being a fuckin’ family man… but the common denominator is that folk are gon’ usually always let you down. I got a small core of people I can truly rely on, and that’s that. Other than that? The expression back home is “The streets are cold, we don’t know you, we don’t love you.” You gotta earn my respect to sit at my table, and the minute it’s disrespect? You better be ready to back that shit up. Because I’m not built to just let it slide. You can ask a lotta folk in this business and they will tell you I’m cooler than a freeze cup in the summer. But if you get on my bad side? Then I’m a HOMEGROWN NIGHTMARE and you deserve whatever you get. I’ll put you in the ground and smile and if I don’t? I got others that will roll through and clean up the scraps.
A third reporter was about to ask another question, but Gavin cut him off.
Gavin Grimes: Uh-uh! Let me talk first and respond to some of this shit that retard cowboy over here said.
Grimes cracks the beer open and takes a sip before continuing on.
Gavin Grimes: You think I lied? You think that was me losing my temper? Nah fam, that was me setting an example. But you? Man, that shit was funny at my last presser at the end… You know, where you were screamin’, tears in your eyes while you got dragged off by security. ‘I LOVED HER!’ Oh yeah? You loved her? If you did, then you would’ve fought for her. You would’ve convinced her otherwise but nah, all you’ve been doing since Ray dropped you is proving her right every step of the way. You ain’t fit to be a role model, especially to a little boy. Fuckin’ loser.
He smirks before he takes another sip of the beer.
Gavin Grimes: As for Rebekkah? You can brag about her all you want. I don’t give a fuck if she was the one who pulled the trigger on Osama Bin-Laden, dawg, this is WRESTLING. Just like how you brag about how I wouldn’t last in prison like you did. Shit, maybe you’re right. But guess what? THIS IS WRESTLING. And I do it better than you and anybody else you played hide the sausage with in lock up.
Gavin sat back before a third reporter asked him a question.
Reporter #3: Mr. Grimes, it’s been a few years since you held a top tier championship. What does the GEW Championship mean to you and do you agree with Jack that he is making you bring your best?
Gavin smiles and nods.
Gavin Grimes: That’s right. I haven’t held a belt like that in awhile. Shit, I was main eventing every fuckin’ show over at Valiant last year and I just couldn’t break through. That being said, I brought more eyes to that fuckin’ product than anybody has or ever will do. But still, I was a different guy last year. Now? This is the Gavin Grimes ya’ll are used to. The guy who didn’t let shit distract ‘em, the one who outworked and outshined everybody. Now I’m back on my shit and as for the GEW Championship? It means the world to me. I gotta have it. I gotta be the one to put that belt on the map. While Jack is worthy to hold it, he ain’t gonna get it. He ain’t gonna beat me. As for him bringing out my best?
Gavin chuckles and nods his head.
Gavin Grimes: Obviously that’s happening. Does Jack give me a little more ‘oomph’ than, say, Kendrick Kross? No shit. I’ve seen what Jack Graves has done this year. He hasn’t won a championship but he’s made a statement. He went to war with a monster like Marcus Black. He took down Dante and then even beat the shit out of one of my oldest rivals, Julian Savell, before joining up with ‘em. The man is making moves. Shit, he might be the hottest thing out here right now. And that? That’s what motivates me. Because Jack? He needs to get over with a championship and not just some second tier shit. He needs the GEW Championship. He needs to be a top dawg. But to do that? He’s gotta beat a guy who’s been a top dawg, time and time again. And that motivates me. Why? Simple!
He shrugs with a grin.
Gavin Grimes: I don’t like Jack. I don’t want him to reach the top. Nah, I wanna hold him down. I wanna take this GEW Championship and watch him piss and moan about how he slipped up again. Most of all? I wanna show ‘em and the world that I’m simply better. Pound for pound? I’m the fuckin’ best there is in wrestling. Fuck Jack’s strength and size, none of that means shit when it comes to my IQ and skill level.
Gavin stands up and points toward Jack.
Gavin Grimes: You hear that, bitch? You’re not on my fuckin’ level and you never will be. Got that?
Jack stays seated and tips his thumb at Gavin, who is making a fool of himself in front of the world this time.
Jack Graves: Yeah, you’re a real model citizen out here saying shit like “retard” you insensitive fuck. You wanna talk about a fuckin’ loser though? Pound for pound, you’re maybe top five. If that. Your skill level is elite. I won’t dispute that. You’ve been doing this for quite some time, against a LOT of great talent. But your IQ, as you’ve just proved, is actually sub par. I think Rayven’s child’s shoe size is a bigger number. Look at you, all fired up. It’s cute. But you can control it. OKAY.
Jack finally pushes himself up slowly, draining the rest of the beer to crush the can against his skull.
Jack Graves: I’m not going to whoop your ass here. I promised I’d be on my best behaviour. But I am going to show you what we do to sweet-tarts like you in prison when we square up. It’s not your little homoerotic fantasy either. We make you bleed. We teach little chihuahuas like you lessons in respect. Or we take you the fuck out. Permanently. Not liking me, and being able to whoop my ass are two different things Gavin. I don’t give a fuck about what you’ve done in the past. I don’t give a fuck about your “level” either. You think this just “wrestling” but son, when you step in there with me it’s going to be a fight for your life. You wanna see a crazy bitch? My momma raised one. I’ll maul you. Permanently disfigure your ass. We ain’t just playing for accolades and W’s on a record. When you meet me in these finals? It ain’t for the belt. It’s for blood. Because if you think you don’t like me? That’s a footnote to how I feel about you motherfucker. I want to rip out your still beating heart and Pat Mcaffee that bitch into the nosebleeds.
Jack takes a few steps forward and goes toe to toe with Gavin again for the cameras.
Jack Graves: At Oblivion III I’m going to get rid of Dex Morant on night one, and then on night two I’m going to take the two things that you so desperately need to feel whole inside. Your pride…
Jack smirks and his arm slowly raises to point outward to the GEW Grand Endurance Championship displayed in the glass case before them.
Jack Graves: And that little title that you seem to care so much about. Because you took from me, so now I’m going to take back. I’m going to take, and take, and keep taking until you are nothing Gavin. You’ll NEVER hold me back. We’re going to see what you know about “Endurance.” We are going to see just how much you can bend before you break. You chose the wrong one Gavin. Because I’m coming for you and hell is coming with me.
Jack flips the mic at his feet and is a man of his word as he turns and walks away without a fight.
Voice: Welcome to the Grand Finale, boo boo’s.
The camera pans all the way out and we see former world champion, CARMEN CAMBRIDGE standing at the podium with a smirk on her face. Her blue hair was unmistakable, as was that confident voice of hers.
Carmen Cambridge: So when things get hot, sometimes you have to call in the hot girl, and I was happy to assist. I’ll keep it real, I haven’t been this excited about watching a match in a minute. Obviously, we’ve all seen what Gavin does in big matches, but this Jack Graves kid?
Carmen glances to the side Jack was seated on and then looks out at the press.
Carmen Cambridge: He’s unpredictable, and he’s hungry AF. He needs this win more than Gavin, but Gavin knows that a loss in a match like this is a set back that he can’t afford either. So how do you NOT wanna see a match that is MUST WIN for both parties? But we saw what happened last time, so when Maybelline called and put up the bread, I was happy to step between these two boys, because let’s keep it real, they don’t want it with ya girl.
The press cheers as Carmen grins before looking at Gavin and Jack.
Carmen Cambridge: This is gonna be a peaceful lil promotional piece for the finale of the Maybelline Moss Invitational to crown a brand new GEW champ, so without further ado, ask your questions and don’t hold back. I’ma be here on standby in case they wanna act out.
Gavin Grimes is the first one to field questions.
Reporter #1: Mr. Grimes, Rebekkah Katz is known to take quite the… Initiative. We saw it while she worked for Julian Savell, and we’re sure to expect it while working for Jack at some point, most likely against you. Do you consider her a threat? And is this why you hired Skye Summers?
Gavin listens intently to the first question, which ends up being quite a loaded one.
Gavin Grimes: Damn, that’s a good question. Ya know, I do see Rebekkah as a threat. I been studying her for a while and shit, she’s unpredictable. But that’s what you get when ya hire someone from SABER, especially someone of her caliber. Ain’t no doubt she’s a stone cold killer outside of the ring. But inside of it? It’s a bit different.
He shrugs his shoulders.
Gavin Grimes: I think that gives me an advantage with Skye on my side. Skye might be new to a lot of ya’ll but me? I’m a student of the game. I’ve seen her shit in Japan. She’s a legend out there and while she might not have the bodyguard background that Rebekkah has? Skye makes up for it in ingenuity and wrestling IQ. As for why I hired her? It wasn’t because of Rebekkah, I was going to go into this without any backup.
He leans toward the mic so he can be heard louder.
Gavin Grimes: Because it’s what I’m used to doing. I’m used to it being me against the world. So, when Skye offered her services? And then when I met her face to face and she showed how loyal she is to me? How down she is to look out not just for me, but even my family? I couldn’t pass that shit up. Most people, like Jack here, wanna use my name to bolster themselves. But not Skye. She didn’t come at me right off the bat like all these other fuckin’ rooks in the States do. Nah, she’s different and that’s why I hired her. Not because of Katz. Is that a good enough answer? Whatever. Carmine, handle this shit. Get me a question or get one for Jackass over here.
Carmen Cambridge: Whoa, holdup Gav. Carmine? Don’t get cute.
The former world champion laughs as Gavin chuckles a bit too. Carmen points to someone in the sea of press.
Carmen Cambridge: Okay girl, you got next. You got a question for Jack?
Jack shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop the girl before she even has a chance.
Jack Graves: Hold up a second darlin’. I promise I’ll get to you.
Graves calmly takes his cowboy hat off, and places it on the table. Normally he’d be yelling at this point, especially over the ‘jackass’ remark, but instead Graves turns to Grimes stoically and speaks only to him.
Jack Graves: You put on a good front for these folks. You know how stupid you sound? “Rebekkah may be a killer outside the ring but hur dur Sky wrestled in Japan so that gives her an edge.” You do realize that she is heavily military trained, right? I’m talking anti-terrorism unit trained type of shit. Where they teach you to kill a motherfucker with your bare hands. If you really think that some time in Japan’s wrestling circuit or in a ring in general equates to actual military training and combat experience? You’re smoking fat rocks of crack up there on that pedestal you put yourself on, Gavin.
Carmen attempts to cut in, but Jack remains calm and non-threateningly holds up one finger. Carmen allows him to finish, taking a step back to give Jack line of sight on Grimes again.
Jack Graves: And use your name to bolster myself? Partna you were the one who went to my EX ol’ lady, and told her she needed to leave me because I was a baaaaaaad man. You started this shit. You had MY name in YOUR mouth first. So don’t sit up here and play the victim now. Actually, do. Because that’s exactly what you’re going to be when you get into that ring with me in the finals. A victim. I don’t need Rebekkah Katz to do that to you. I can do that all by my little lonesome.
Jack turns back to the crowd and points at the lady who was still standing, in a state of mild shock as she waits for the conference to devolve into a brawl again. It doesn’t though, and she takes a thankful gulp of some water before clearing her throat to ask the titan of a man her question.
Reporter #2: Y-yeah. Mr. Graves.
Jack Graves: Jack. Mr. Graves is my father and he’s a piece of shit. Kinda like Gavin. Continue.
The reporter’s eyes shift to Gavin, and then back to Jack nervously.
Reporter #2: Jack. You’ve got the size and the strength advantage on Gavin. That much is certain. We’ve seen you display some frightening and raw power in your emergence this year. Your speed and agility seems to be your achilles heel though, so to speak. Are you concerned in the fact that this is the area where your opponent shines. With a larger gas tank, and the advantage in speed and initiative.. How do you counter that? Put him away as quickly as possible?
Jack laughs at the question and flexes his bicep, before turning his head a little to size Gavin up. He pauses, thinking about his answer for a moment and then turns back to speak into the mic.
Jack Graves: Look, I aim to put EVERYONE I face away as quick as possible. Gavin will be no different, however I know he ain’t going away quickly. This is going to be a dog fight. In December, when people are nominating matches for match of the year? You’re going to see this one listed. We are going to beat the holy hell out of eachother. I think it sounds like you’re insinuating that Gavin is going to run from me, and I can assure you.. he won’t. In the event that he gets a few right hands and an elbow to the dome and he does decide to take flight? I’ll stand in the ring and smoke a blunt until he has the balls to come back and face me like a man, or Katz drags his ass back out there.
Jack shrugs and he maintains his “No Fucks Given” attitude by cracking open a beer from a Yeti cooler under the table. He takes a few gulps and sighs contently before offering one to Gavin.
Jack Graves: But you ain’t a coward are you? I can see it in your eyes. You got some fight in you, don’t you Gav? You’ve got an animal in there, buried. Someone you ain’t let out in a good long while. You’ve seen some hours in a ring, and you’ve taken some beatings and given some too. But I promise you Gavin, you ain’t ever fought a man like me. A man who has crawled out of the wreckage and the trenches of what I’ve been through. Someone who will do anything… ANYTHING it takes to never see those lows again. I’m sure you’re familiar. You’ve been through some things yourself, haven’t you? I can tell you this though… you were wrong about one thing. Me? You hit the nail on the head. You’re right, sometimes I can’t control my anger. I turn into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, or the Redneck Hulk or something. But you said that you could control it and that gave you an edge. You lied. You don’t control it well either. All it took was a few presses of your buttons and you left Ronnie in the ring to carry you to a win while you tried to beat your frustration out of your system by using my partner and best friend as a punching bag. Doesn’t seem like you controlled yourself very well there either, did you? It seems like that old animal wants to be let out. See, that’s what I do. I push people to be their absolute best. I want the best version of Gavin Grimes your career has ever seen. I want you hungry for blood. Ready to tear me apart. Because I know it’s in there and you’re going to need to call upon that if you ever have a snowballs chance in hell of beating me.
Jack flips the beer through the air like a microphone toward Gavin, getting tired of holding it out.
Jack Graves: Now here, take a beer and answer this lady’s question. Ol’ sad face ass Gavin. You look awful serious for someone who ain’t phased.
Carmen Cambridge: Dang! No beer for the lady? And I thought they used to call you the Gentleman!
The press burst out into laughter at Carmen’s antics, one thing about her, The ‘Gucci Girl’ was always one to steal the show. Jack even gets a good laugh out of it and offers her a beer in consolation.
Carmen Cambridge: But nah I’m good JACK!
She shoots him a glare and points to the next reporter among the sea of media.
Carmen Cambridge: It’s your world and we’re just livin in it boo. Whatchu got?
Reporter: Thank you Ms.Cambridge. My question is for Jack. We’ve seen this newfound anger recently, and while it has garnered enough publicity that there was a need to bring in a former world champion to host, how does it make you feel? The stigma of being a loose cannon, do you embrace it or are you tired of it?
Carmen looks over at Jack and puts her hands on her hips as if she’s anxious to hear his answer to this one as well Jack simply shrugs, taking another swill of his beer before answering.
Jack Graves: I mean, it’s in the title “The Outlaw.” I am who I am. I try to play nice with folk, and I’ve tried to be everyone’s friend, and trust folk. Hell, I even tried being a fuckin’ family man… but the common denominator is that folk are gon’ usually always let you down. I got a small core of people I can truly rely on, and that’s that. Other than that? The expression back home is “The streets are cold, we don’t know you, we don’t love you.” You gotta earn my respect to sit at my table, and the minute it’s disrespect? You better be ready to back that shit up. Because I’m not built to just let it slide. You can ask a lotta folk in this business and they will tell you I’m cooler than a freeze cup in the summer. But if you get on my bad side? Then I’m a HOMEGROWN NIGHTMARE and you deserve whatever you get. I’ll put you in the ground and smile and if I don’t? I got others that will roll through and clean up the scraps.
A third reporter was about to ask another question, but Gavin cut him off.
Gavin Grimes: Uh-uh! Let me talk first and respond to some of this shit that retard cowboy over here said.
Grimes cracks the beer open and takes a sip before continuing on.
Gavin Grimes: You think I lied? You think that was me losing my temper? Nah fam, that was me setting an example. But you? Man, that shit was funny at my last presser at the end… You know, where you were screamin’, tears in your eyes while you got dragged off by security. ‘I LOVED HER!’ Oh yeah? You loved her? If you did, then you would’ve fought for her. You would’ve convinced her otherwise but nah, all you’ve been doing since Ray dropped you is proving her right every step of the way. You ain’t fit to be a role model, especially to a little boy. Fuckin’ loser.
He smirks before he takes another sip of the beer.
Gavin Grimes: As for Rebekkah? You can brag about her all you want. I don’t give a fuck if she was the one who pulled the trigger on Osama Bin-Laden, dawg, this is WRESTLING. Just like how you brag about how I wouldn’t last in prison like you did. Shit, maybe you’re right. But guess what? THIS IS WRESTLING. And I do it better than you and anybody else you played hide the sausage with in lock up.
Gavin sat back before a third reporter asked him a question.
Reporter #3: Mr. Grimes, it’s been a few years since you held a top tier championship. What does the GEW Championship mean to you and do you agree with Jack that he is making you bring your best?
Gavin smiles and nods.
Gavin Grimes: That’s right. I haven’t held a belt like that in awhile. Shit, I was main eventing every fuckin’ show over at Valiant last year and I just couldn’t break through. That being said, I brought more eyes to that fuckin’ product than anybody has or ever will do. But still, I was a different guy last year. Now? This is the Gavin Grimes ya’ll are used to. The guy who didn’t let shit distract ‘em, the one who outworked and outshined everybody. Now I’m back on my shit and as for the GEW Championship? It means the world to me. I gotta have it. I gotta be the one to put that belt on the map. While Jack is worthy to hold it, he ain’t gonna get it. He ain’t gonna beat me. As for him bringing out my best?
Gavin chuckles and nods his head.
Gavin Grimes: Obviously that’s happening. Does Jack give me a little more ‘oomph’ than, say, Kendrick Kross? No shit. I’ve seen what Jack Graves has done this year. He hasn’t won a championship but he’s made a statement. He went to war with a monster like Marcus Black. He took down Dante and then even beat the shit out of one of my oldest rivals, Julian Savell, before joining up with ‘em. The man is making moves. Shit, he might be the hottest thing out here right now. And that? That’s what motivates me. Because Jack? He needs to get over with a championship and not just some second tier shit. He needs the GEW Championship. He needs to be a top dawg. But to do that? He’s gotta beat a guy who’s been a top dawg, time and time again. And that motivates me. Why? Simple!
He shrugs with a grin.
Gavin Grimes: I don’t like Jack. I don’t want him to reach the top. Nah, I wanna hold him down. I wanna take this GEW Championship and watch him piss and moan about how he slipped up again. Most of all? I wanna show ‘em and the world that I’m simply better. Pound for pound? I’m the fuckin’ best there is in wrestling. Fuck Jack’s strength and size, none of that means shit when it comes to my IQ and skill level.
Gavin stands up and points toward Jack.
Gavin Grimes: You hear that, bitch? You’re not on my fuckin’ level and you never will be. Got that?
Jack stays seated and tips his thumb at Gavin, who is making a fool of himself in front of the world this time.
Jack Graves: Yeah, you’re a real model citizen out here saying shit like “retard” you insensitive fuck. You wanna talk about a fuckin’ loser though? Pound for pound, you’re maybe top five. If that. Your skill level is elite. I won’t dispute that. You’ve been doing this for quite some time, against a LOT of great talent. But your IQ, as you’ve just proved, is actually sub par. I think Rayven’s child’s shoe size is a bigger number. Look at you, all fired up. It’s cute. But you can control it. OKAY.
Jack finally pushes himself up slowly, draining the rest of the beer to crush the can against his skull.
Jack Graves: I’m not going to whoop your ass here. I promised I’d be on my best behaviour. But I am going to show you what we do to sweet-tarts like you in prison when we square up. It’s not your little homoerotic fantasy either. We make you bleed. We teach little chihuahuas like you lessons in respect. Or we take you the fuck out. Permanently. Not liking me, and being able to whoop my ass are two different things Gavin. I don’t give a fuck about what you’ve done in the past. I don’t give a fuck about your “level” either. You think this just “wrestling” but son, when you step in there with me it’s going to be a fight for your life. You wanna see a crazy bitch? My momma raised one. I’ll maul you. Permanently disfigure your ass. We ain’t just playing for accolades and W’s on a record. When you meet me in these finals? It ain’t for the belt. It’s for blood. Because if you think you don’t like me? That’s a footnote to how I feel about you motherfucker. I want to rip out your still beating heart and Pat Mcaffee that bitch into the nosebleeds.
Jack takes a few steps forward and goes toe to toe with Gavin again for the cameras.
Jack Graves: At Oblivion III I’m going to get rid of Dex Morant on night one, and then on night two I’m going to take the two things that you so desperately need to feel whole inside. Your pride…
Jack smirks and his arm slowly raises to point outward to the GEW Grand Endurance Championship displayed in the glass case before them.
Jack Graves: And that little title that you seem to care so much about. Because you took from me, so now I’m going to take back. I’m going to take, and take, and keep taking until you are nothing Gavin. You’ll NEVER hold me back. We’re going to see what you know about “Endurance.” We are going to see just how much you can bend before you break. You chose the wrong one Gavin. Because I’m coming for you and hell is coming with me.
Jack flips the mic at his feet and is a man of his word as he turns and walks away without a fight.