Post by Christopher Graves on Jan 16, 2022 23:00:02 GMT -5
After Graves' match versus Gin Kuromiya, Christopher was on a massive high: securing his second win in Project: Underground and setting his record at two wins and one loss. Each match sets him closer to his goal, his dream. The following day, Brandon arrived at home, going through the door and dropping his bag on the couch.
"Hey momma! I'm home!"
Christopher walks towards his mom's room, but stops, noticing something wrong. Everything is quiet… too quiet. Then, it hits him…. His mom's ventilation system! It's not running! Chris immediately runs into the room, trying to turn the machine on, but it doesn't start. Christopher grabs his phone and dials 911. He hurries to his mom and tells the paramedics everything. Shortly after, they arrive and get Mama Graves on a stretcher and into the ambulance.
Sorrow days… he got the confirmation…… that his mom is now playing with angels. His world seemingly… over. His eyes red, tears streaming down his cheek. Christopher holds his hands together as he looks beside him, seeing the outline under the sheets in the hospital bed beside him.
".... I thought I had time….. I'm sorry Mom…. I am so so… sorry…."
Christopher looks down at the floor before sniffling, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve. He lets a sigh out before looking at the bed then up above.
"... I promise… your name will live on forever. I'm going to succeed because of you mom. I guarantee it.."
The next following days, Christopher Graves learns that he is in the main event for the first time against Meatball, so for dedication, Christopher grabs a pair of his white Jordan's and some finger paint in purple and yellow. He paints the shoe in mostly purple, but adds yellow touches here and there, and on the front part of his shoes his puts "RIP THE REAL GOAT 1970-2022" on both shoes. He's ready, he's focused.
Recorded ●
"I've tried so hard… only for constant heartbreak. Normally a man in my position would need time off to recover from this travesty, but as my Mom would say, the show must go on, and so it will as I go to Underground in Pennsylvania to main event the show against Meatball. Now look bro, I don't know you or much about you, other than you look like a meatball itself, but one thing I do know is that you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. This match…. I just don't care about winning or losing. What I care about is the guy who at the beginning of the bell goes through what I had to go through. I want you to emotionally suffer to the point of quit because truth be honest, it will be better than what I have in store for you. I don't care about your three hundred pound frame, what I care about is watching you drop.
When that bell rings, I'm going to be a bat out of Hell and I'm going to beat the Holy piss out of you, cracking your egg head on the steel steps, drop you with the "GOAT" or maybe even hand over the 'Keys To The Throne', hearing your bones crack on contact. Instead of the normal little trash talk, the "Oh I'm going to be the Greatest Of All Time", you get the angier version of me. You get the punk kid that is mentally fucked and doesn't know when to stop. You see, in my eyes Meatball, you're a disease. A disease that needs to be stopped. I'm making myself the cure because I'm going to confront then end you on Underground.
Maybe I'll be better next week, maybe not. And maybe, just maybe at the end of this all, I just leave, go to a mental asylum because I go batshit crazy. All the maybe in the world, I leave you with a spoiler for Underground: Meatballs heart in my hand. See you soon Deadman."
"Hey momma! I'm home!"
Christopher walks towards his mom's room, but stops, noticing something wrong. Everything is quiet… too quiet. Then, it hits him…. His mom's ventilation system! It's not running! Chris immediately runs into the room, trying to turn the machine on, but it doesn't start. Christopher grabs his phone and dials 911. He hurries to his mom and tells the paramedics everything. Shortly after, they arrive and get Mama Graves on a stretcher and into the ambulance.
Sorrow days… he got the confirmation…… that his mom is now playing with angels. His world seemingly… over. His eyes red, tears streaming down his cheek. Christopher holds his hands together as he looks beside him, seeing the outline under the sheets in the hospital bed beside him.
".... I thought I had time….. I'm sorry Mom…. I am so so… sorry…."
Christopher looks down at the floor before sniffling, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve. He lets a sigh out before looking at the bed then up above.
"... I promise… your name will live on forever. I'm going to succeed because of you mom. I guarantee it.."
The next following days, Christopher Graves learns that he is in the main event for the first time against Meatball, so for dedication, Christopher grabs a pair of his white Jordan's and some finger paint in purple and yellow. He paints the shoe in mostly purple, but adds yellow touches here and there, and on the front part of his shoes his puts "RIP THE REAL GOAT 1970-2022" on both shoes. He's ready, he's focused.
Recorded ●
"I've tried so hard… only for constant heartbreak. Normally a man in my position would need time off to recover from this travesty, but as my Mom would say, the show must go on, and so it will as I go to Underground in Pennsylvania to main event the show against Meatball. Now look bro, I don't know you or much about you, other than you look like a meatball itself, but one thing I do know is that you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. This match…. I just don't care about winning or losing. What I care about is the guy who at the beginning of the bell goes through what I had to go through. I want you to emotionally suffer to the point of quit because truth be honest, it will be better than what I have in store for you. I don't care about your three hundred pound frame, what I care about is watching you drop.
When that bell rings, I'm going to be a bat out of Hell and I'm going to beat the Holy piss out of you, cracking your egg head on the steel steps, drop you with the "GOAT" or maybe even hand over the 'Keys To The Throne', hearing your bones crack on contact. Instead of the normal little trash talk, the "Oh I'm going to be the Greatest Of All Time", you get the angier version of me. You get the punk kid that is mentally fucked and doesn't know when to stop. You see, in my eyes Meatball, you're a disease. A disease that needs to be stopped. I'm making myself the cure because I'm going to confront then end you on Underground.
Maybe I'll be better next week, maybe not. And maybe, just maybe at the end of this all, I just leave, go to a mental asylum because I go batshit crazy. All the maybe in the world, I leave you with a spoiler for Underground: Meatballs heart in my hand. See you soon Deadman."