Quote:Then, another thought crosses his mind.

A greater, more delectable thought. He looks at the clock on the wall.

Graves could miss his 4pm appointment.

The clown groans in delight.

Fortunately for Gravy, Jenny isn't smart, or fun enough to see the hilarity in screwing with his scheduled pin attempts.

Now that clown groans in disappointment. 

And Gravy groans in frustration. 


Legs hurt. 

Calves huge.

Tendons tight.

Gravy wants to sit so bad, but he remembers what happened yesterday, and there's no way he's going to be late for his violence today. 

Instead.

He decided to do something that he VERY RARELY does. 

Give thought to what someone else said.

(02-03-2026, 08:40 AM)YourHighnessofViolence Said: "damnit Gravy, don't you have anything better to do?!"

Charlie: Uhhh, thats' a clown

"same thing"



Kick out.

Clown? Gravy thinks?

The guy who thus far as returned with a 3-0-0 record? 

The guy who climbed the ladder of Oz, Summer Page, and XWF's fastest rising vamp, Kristoffer Arroyo to capture the Anarchy championship?

She thinks I'm a clown? He thinks to himself. 

She's wrestled one match.

Lost it.

Had a title handed to her.

Lost it.

Sure, it was a scheme, and now she has it back because that other Jen couldn't handle the heat.

This one can't either, Gravy nods as he thinks it. 

Talkin' about trolls and rules like she's begging someone to take pity, step in, and save the day for her. 

"Victim" Jenny Myst.

Sounds about right. 

Sex. Metal. Please stop 'trolling' me. 

I don't have time for this.

Don't you have better things to do?

"I have a tournament to win. A tag match with the guy I just beat for the belt. I have a student from my wrestling school making her re-debut. Oh, and I have some sort of award from the Red Cross I need to pick up—so, NOPE!"

Yeah, FUCK HER! We can totally put our life on hold to be a minor annoyance to Jenny Myst!

"And maybe catch her sleepin'! If she doesn't have time to defend her belt like she keeps crying about, then she can shut up and leave it in the hall for me in, *Checks Watch* "UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." 42 minutes.


Graves turns to Vinnie.

Yep, same red polo. 

Same fake smile.

"Lane, come on! This anti-flood rule for the Xtreme hallway is a joke!"

"It's what the current management want. Besides, it's not like people were flooding in before the rule."

"EXACTLY MY POINT, VIN MAN! There's like, what a hand full of nobodies, probably operating under the same handler tryin' to find them work. They make random, clustered attempts, and rarely come out on top. 

I'm talking Mini Morbid.

I'm Talking Ari Silversteen.

I'm talking all those fake Gravy's I had to sue outta here.

I'm talking that old dude that smelt like Werther's Originals. 

I'm talking the XWF News guy.

I'm talking about all the randos who think they can make it, and sometimes they do, and when they do... Well, it usually kills heat for a match or costs someone a title, like that poor gaming girl at Snow Pain. We're cutting all those guys off—saying no more—and that's all this division has had in years! 

Well, that and the occasion THUGGIN' pin.

The point is, if I stop now, Jenny just gets to rest! That goes against everything Xtreme stands for!"

"Yeah, it does suck that we'll be hearing less of Ari's mixtapes. But there's nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to."

Aren't you the owner!?!"

"It's... complicated." 

"Well, you know what isn't complicated?" Gravy motions to the emptiness around him. "This place is dead!"

"Actually, there have been two other attempts since your last visit!"

Graves lights up.

"Really? John Black!? Those Bing Bongs?"

Vinnie checks his notes: "Schadenfreude Clown and Samuel Dyson. Not in that order."

"KindaCarver!? Did he slap her with his cock and drown her in scat!?" 

Lane just stares at Gravy.

Gravy stares back.

"No..."

Gravy deflates. "Aw, damnit. What's the point of having a KindaCarver if he won't go all the way..."

Gravy leaves the line to be alone with his thoughts.


Gravy stares at the empty hallway.


The empty line.

The empty chairs.

The empty rule.


A thought hits him so hard he recoils like someone smashed him over the head with a chair.

"Oh no!"

Gravy starts pacing.

"No no no no no no no no no… this is bad. This is VERY bad. This is how champions get comfortable. This is how belts get dusty. This is how divisions DIE, VIN!"

"I think you might be overthinking—"

"OVERTHINKING!?! I'M THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER THINKING IN THIS ENTIRE BUILDING!"


"You gotta let me in Vin! She's just right inside that door

Waiting

Watching

Mocking.

I could have done pinned her a hundred times over!"

"No, sorry Mikey, but them's the rules."

Dejected, Gravy slumps as he continues to wait in line at the ticket booth.

Gravy stares at his stupid ticket.

GOOD FOR ONE PIN ATTEMPT IN THE XTREME HALLWAY — NOT VALID BEFORE 04:16PM 02/03/2026

"Besides, even if I let you in and you managed to pin her. The pin would be invalidated because of the early attempt."

Graves eyes light right back up!

"Wait, seriously!? That's it!?"

"Well, that and it might make things confusing for the champ, hence why we have this 24 hours per attempt rule to begin with. Makes things simpler!"

"Simple is for pussies not willing to make hard work for the better!"

"huh?"

But Vinnie get's no answer as Gravy blasts past him and into the Xtreme Hallway!


Gravy runs right up to Jenny. 

She braces for impact.

It doesn't come.

Instead.

"Hi Jenny! I've decided that I want to face you in the ring for that title. I'll put mine on the line as well. Come to Anarchy, or I'll come to Warfare. Matters not. If you agree, I just need you to KICK OUT!"

Gravy smashes her in the face with HIS title and pins her!


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TWO!!