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~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (06-22-2018)

It's a beautiful day on the coastal beaches of California. Waves crash onto the shoreline. White peaks crest on top of big waves as they crash onto the shore, destroying any traces of life that had appeared overnight. The sun is shining, reflecting off the light-blue coastal waters, rising higher in the sky as the day begins. Graves sits on the shoreline observing the beautiful scenery before him. He's been sitting there all night. He'd awoken a couple hours after falling asleep, caught in the throws of a nightmare once again. God, he hated nightmares, all they do is make you relieve horrific events or envision new ones. Unfortunately nightmares have become an unwelcome part of his daily routine. This particular nightmare had him pretty shaken up though.

Graves jolted awake, It'd been his worst dream yet. Worse than the nightmarish flashbacks to being experimented on by a secret agency. Worse than the the mental battles that took place between him and a demonic personality in his sleep. Worse than the trauma that following the realization that his family had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination for years. This one hit too close to home, piercing his heart and leaving him downright terrified and so desperate for reassurance.

He lost to Peter Gilmour.

Micheal sat on the shore staring out into the coastline. Deep in his heart, he knew the chances of that nightmare becoming reality were slim. After all, Peter Gilmour couldn’t hold a candle to him on his worst day, but there’s always a chance, as miniscule as it may be. Gilmour had aligned with Chaos after Graves bailed on the idea of teaming with him for a shot at the tag straps in order to accept The Engineers offer to replace Jim Caedus as tag champion. Gilly was furious, but who could blame Graves? Carrying Gilly’s deadweight to a championship win over Engy and ANYONE was enough to break your back just thinking about it. Graves figured only an idiot would willingly put himself in that situation, and sure enough an idiot did.

Chris Chaos jumped at the opportunity. At the time, he was at his lowest point. Having just started to rebound from what some would describe as the worst year of his career. After losing the Universal championship, Chaos began a long downward spiral, losing matches left and right, getting outsmarted at every turn, and failing to recapture the Universal championship despite his best efforts. Sure, Chaos had recently won the Television title, but it was a title that he had once made clear was beneath him. Something that once meant so little to him was now his only claim to possibly still being the man that he used to be.

He knew he needed more and even if it meant teaming with someone as incapable as Peter Gilmour, Chaos was going to do everything in his power to collect more gold. That’s when it happened. That’s when fate smiled on Chris Chaos and dealt him the hand of a lifetime. Micheal Graves had injured his knee and was forced to take time away from the ring. This left The Engineer at a stark disadvantage. After weeks of searching for a new partner, and settling on the guy that he thought best fit, Engy would be forced to find a replacement partner in the eleventh hour. That partner would turn out to be none other than Engy’s own son. A green rookie who would be making his debut in the XWF as a defending tag team champion. These circumstances gave Chaos the opening that he needed, and he took advantage of the situation like only he could. A fired up and determined Chris Chaos lead the charge to claim the tag gold in what would essentially be a handicap match.

As much as Chris Chaos reveled in that win, he knew that something was missing. Something that would have made his victory complete…

Micheal Graves.

Cadryn Tiberius
“There you are!”

Micheal snaps out of the trance and glances back to Cadryn.

Cadryn Tiberius
“I’ve been searching all over for you. I thought that you wanted to get some gym time in this morning?”

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“I… I do, I just needed to clear my head.”

[purple]Cadryn sits down in the sand beside of Graves, looking out to the ocean before speaking.

Cadryn Tiberius
“What’s on you’re mind buddy?”

Graves hesitates to answer. He lets out a frustrated sigh before finally speaking up.

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“It’s nothing… I just had a bad dream.”

Cadryn places his hand on Micheal’s shoulder and smiles reassuringly.

Cadryn Tiberius
“Was Freddy Krueger trying to molest your butthole with his razor claws?”

Micheal jerks away from Cadryn and looks at him like WTF?

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“WHAT? No!”

Cadryn chuckles to himself and looks back out to the ocean.

Cadryn Tiberius
“Then you have nothing to fear, it was just a dream.”

A brief moment of silence passes between the two friends before Graves quietly whispers…

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“I lost to Peter Gilmour...”

Cadryn, like the over animated cartoon character that he is, dramatically jump to his feet and stares down to Graves with a look of shock and concern for his friend.

Cadryn Tiberius
“NOOOO!”

Graves slowly looks up to Cadryn, the shame oozing from his eyes.

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“...I know...”

Cadryn Tiberius
“NOOOO!”

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“I KNOW!”

Cadryn Tiberius
“HOW COULD YOU LOSE TO PETER GILMOUR?”

Graves, already feeling self conscious over the deampt loss fires back defensively.

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“IT WAS A DREAM!”

Cadryn doesn’t seem to compute what Micheal’s trying to say.

Cadryn Tiberius
“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE! PETER GILMOUR CAN’T EVEN BEAT YOU IN HIS DREAMS!”

Graves begins to chuckle to himself. Cadryn looks on confused at first, but then realizing…

Cadryn Tiberius
“Wait, you’re bullshitting me?”

Micheal’s chuckle burst into full on laughter. He laughs so hard that his sides begin to burst and his jaw begins to ache. Cadryn doesn’t seem to find the same humor in Graves tall tale as he stands over his friend looking unimpressed. Graves on the other hand desperately tries to reign himself in, he even goes as far as to fall over on his side and try to tap out on the sand, but alas, the laughter continues.

Cadryn Tiberius
“Okay okay, it’s not that funny...”

Oh but to Micheal it is! He continues to laugh as tears stream down his cheeks and he gasp for air.

Cadryn Tiberius
“SERIOUSLY NOT FUNNY!”

Still laughing!

Cadryn Tiberius
“I thought you were having another one of your pity parties man. I thought I was going to have to nurse you back to some semblance of mental health, but you’re just bull shitting me for a laugh? That’s not cool Gravy…. NOT COOL!”

Graves struggles to contain himself, reeling in the laughter enough to speak through the chuckles.

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“Oh but it is! Like you said, Gilly can’t even beat me in his dreams, but I wanted to give the little slugger that glimmer of hope. Let him believe for even a fleeting moment that he stood a chance against us, that he might be in my head. I just wanted him to think that maybe somebody around here took him seriously, saw him as a threat, but I realize now, it’s just too Goddamn far fetched to try and play that shit convincingly! Peter Gilmour isn’t just a joke, he’s the biggest joke in the XWF

Why?

Well let's look at the facts as we compare him to others who might be considered for the role!

There’s Drezden, a true giant in the XWF who’s physical presence alone has soled a many of Calvin Klein's. Yet he can hardly win a match. Seriously, the dude is like 12-9000, but you know what makes him less of a joke than Peter Gilmour? He not only accepts his fate, he embraces it, and he’s became one of the most lovable members of the XWF Universe because of it. Peter on the other hand lives in his own world. One where he is immune to the effects of common sense. I bet if you booked Peter Gilmour in a handicap match against Doc, Unknown Soldier, Vinnie Lane, James Raven, and every other legend you could muster up… Make that shit 100 vs 1, Peter would still feel bad for the other guys. Because THAT’S how much that man overestimates his ability! People have accused me of being delusional in the past, but at least I can tell when I have a fight on my hands and when I’m about to steamroll over someone, and trust me, we are about to steamroll the fuck out of Empire!”

Cadryn Tiberius
“Well duh”

”Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves
“Duh indeed my good man! Which is 1 of only three thoughts that ever pass through Gilly’s head.

1: Me has superdick!

2: Me best, you bad!

3: Duh!

That last one is reserved for whenever Peter is asked anything that requires even the most minuscule amount of brain power to process an answer for.

Like listen, I’ve teamed with the dude before. Lethal Lottery, I got stuck with Gilly twice, I know the struggle. I know how hard you have to work to carry his ass to the finish line, and I know how it feels when he stands there after the bell and takes all the credit for that win for himself.

Which brings me to Chris Chaos. The most egotistical toolbag that I’ve ever met in my life.

Anyone ever notice that Chaos seems to have a deep seeded hatred for ole Gravy?

Seriously, everytime that we interact, he just oozes with loathing and hatred, but why is that?

Well, to answer that question, we would need to go all the way back to our first encounter in the halls of the XWF. Back during a time that I had just returned to the company, and was quickly establishing myself as the next big flop with loss after loss. Chris and I bumped into one another while checking the Paul Heyman rankings (remember those?) and of course, Chaos couldn’t help but to turn his nose up to a guy that he deemed to be beneath him. So Chaos, in typical Chaos fashion, fired off at the mouth only to find that ole Gravy wasn’t about to stand for being disrespected by anyone, not even the Universal Champion. So yeah, we had a small spat backstage, and Paul Heyman in his infinite wisdom, decided to book me in my first, and to date, only Universal Title match against Chaos on an episode of Savage. Now, I’d be lying if I said that anyone gave me a chance in hell in that match. (pay attention Engy) Like I said, I was on quite the losing streak at the time. So as far as anyone was concerned, Chris Chaos was going to steamroll over me and move on to his “real” title defense against Gabe Reno.

Fuck, Chris Chaos built his entire series of promos based on that idea.

So imagine his surprise when I went into that match and not only gave him the beating of a lifetime, but went into the final seconds of that Ironman match with Chaos down and out and me just one pinfall away from taking his championship. Of course Colten Kato got involved, broke up my pin attempt and formed some kind of bullshit bond with Chaos, making him the star of Savage, and his protected champion, but whatever.

After that match, the foundation of Chis’s entire world began to crumble. This old looney tune hasbeen who hadn’t given anybody much of a challenge had him dead to rights, and he knew it. His confidence was shaken, and that would ultimately cost him the championship when he went on the face Reno.

After losing the belt, I found Chaos in a weakened state. Full of self doubt, but trying ever so hard to hide it behind false confidence. I had recently helped form a group with two other men. Robert Main and Jim Caedus. Maybe you’ve heard of us… AX3.

Jim had just won a 24/7 briefcase, and was looking to cash in against current champion Gabe Reno, but Reno knew that Jim could cash in at any time, and that he had me and Main backing him up. Needless to say, Reno was trying to build a small army around him to protect his run. Chaos was already there. Left over from a love / hate frenemy Team that they had been working as for a few months, but after Gabe defeated him for the title, Chaos was feeling a little less friend and a little more enemy. Obviously I took advantage of that to lure Chaos away from Reno by any means necessary.

Ultimately this meant that Chaos would not only join AX3, but become it’s leader. He felt that by leading us, he could help re-establish himself as the top guy in the XWF. None of us really liked the idea, but the move would weaken Gabe Reno and open up an easier cash in opportunity for Jim, so we went with it.

What followed was the most disorganized mess the world had ever seen. Chaos, O captain my captain, never managed to lead anyone. He couldn’t possibly, his brain just didn’t work like that. He was out for himself and only himself. So what followed was four guys just doing their own thing while Chaos did everything in his power to get the Universal title back into his possession. Even if it meant taking it from an AX3 brother.

See, that’s the guy you get when you partner up with Chaos. You get a self centered asshole who only cares about himself. Chaos isn’t a team player because he simply doesn’t care about the team. Chaos only looks to others as pawns. Tools to help him get whatever it is that he ultimately wants. That in itself wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, except for the fact that you need a king to properly use a pawn, and Chaos just doesn’t have it in him to lead anyone, ever.

So, eventually we get fed up with Chris Chaos and his endless pursuit to take Jim’s belt, and we kick him out of AX3. An already fractured ego finds itself crumbled when Chris fails to beat Jim. Fails to win the Uni, and goes on to suffer misstep after misstep over the next few months. The losses start to pile up, and the Uni remains on other mens waist.

Life was looking down for Chris Chaos.

There was even a point that we all thought that he might be ready to retire.

Then it happened…

Micheal Graves made a surprise return on an episode of Savage and defeated Chris Chaos.

For him, it was the ultimate loss.

The guy who put the first crack in his self confidence returned to tear the fucking house down, and he succeeded!

Because after that match, Chaos was gone from the XWF!

At least, for a short while…

He did eventually return, and found himself in a TV title match with Drew Archyle. A match that he ended up winning for a title he once said was below him.

Whatever…

Gold’s gold, and when you haven’t had any in such a long time, even a title that you once shit on can be enough to help boost your confidence.

So, for nearly four months, Chris Chaos has reigned as the TV champion. A truly amazing feat for sure, except for the fact that due to some technical difficulties with scheduling and whatnot, he’s only actually defended the thing five times.

ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!

Whatever, I digress… (Pete, please don’t sue me!)

The point is, there’s one guy that has haunted Chris Chaos over the course of the last year and a half. One guy who has constantly been a thorn in his side. One guy that he desperately wants to beat… One guy that causes him to lay awake at night and wonder if he even can, and that guy is me!

See, if Chaos can beat me, he’ll prove something to himself. He’ll prove that he truly is back on his game. That he’s ready to ditch the Television ranks and set his sights on something a little more prestigious.

And I’ll admit, dude’s been looking good lately.

Unfortunately not good enough to compensate for the handicap of a partner that you saddled yourself with for no other reason than the fact that it gave you a guaranteed title shot against me.

Well Chris, congratulations. By teaming with Peter, you added some gold to your waist, but you also added a three hundred plus pound sack of shit to your load, and if you plan on retaining them titles beyond Warfare, you’re going to have to drag that shit to the finish line with you.

Toodles!

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