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Date Posted: 21:19:12 10/23/00 Mon
Author: Griff Truxell
Subject: Gods.

The truth? I'm better than you.

[Had wrestling changed? Ask around, guaranteed you will get different answers. In the publics' eye, wrestling had changed. A transformation had occurred, wrestling went from a battle to the death between two hated adversaries, to a multi-billion dollar business. The carnivals and fairs where wrestling matches had originally taken place were replaced by huge concrete arenas. The dirt circles where competitors first waged their battles were replaced with sophisticated mats and rings. The drive that fueled the two competitors had changed as well. The hate that formally ran throughout their veins was replaced with more material wants. Some were in it for the fans, some were in it for the money, but people like Griff Truxell,

Were in it for themselves.

March of the year 2000 Griff Truxell broke into the Survival Wrestling Association ranks. His main goal? To destroy every single person that the fans loved. Why? Because whatever they loved, he hated, whatever they felt empathy to, he felt anger, whoever they cheered, he despised. However, something changed inside Griff Truxell when the SWA shut down. His 'mission' direction changed, and instead of spreading out over the wrestling business, it went inward. Griff gave up trying to lower himself to the level of *them*, and instead he brought his greatness out to the world. He knew that they could never be him, but he felt that showing them just the slightest glimpse of what they can't be is the punishment they deserve for refusing to acknowledge him as wrestling itself. However, for those that do, their lives are changed forever, they finally realize the truth.]

"Miss me?" Griff asked sarcastically, sitting perched by his hotel window. The lights were out and the bed laid in a mess off crumpled sheets and misplaced pillows. Griff sat almost on top of the window sill, looking out over the streets of London, England. Just yesterday he was in the "Dew Drop Inn" sharing a drink with Skylar Thomas. Griff's feelings were mixed in regard to Skylar. On one hand, he knew the man wasn't anywhere close to Griff's ability, and for this he viewed Skylar as a hack. On the other hand, Griff found himself much like Skylar, although he didn't exactly know why.

"London, England, didn't expect to find me here did you?" He asked in the same tone."Well, I didn't expect you to find me here either. You see, I don't need to be bothered by you people, because I left the GWA far behind in my conquest of the wrestling world. Yet, you can't resist me. The draw of greatness is just too powerful for the GWA to forget, and that's why you're here."

[Griff continued to stare out into the night sky. He had left the GWA, but it refused to leave him. Griff was sure he didn't need it, absolutely sure, but then again, why was he still here?]

Griff grinned slightly, "I've accomplished more in four months than the entire roster of the Gladiator Wrestling Association has accomplished in their lives. I've brought credibility back to wrestling, I've brought credibility back to titles, and I've brought greatness into your lives. For this, you idiots should be thanking me. Instead, I get disrespected." Griff shook his head slowly from side to side, in a motion of disappointment. "You people disrespect me in the ways that only pure filth can conjure up. Then, then your filth creeps into my world, my sport, corrupting it to meet your needs. Why do you think Chris Damm is the Gladiator Champion? Why do you think The Circle is back? Because that's what you people want to see. That's the kind of trash that gets you people off. Chris Damm, OutLaw, 'Shadow' Craven, Trace VanReardon, all of them appealing to you because you relate to them oh so well."

[The Circle. Probably one of the most successful stables in wrestling history. Another collection of shit to Griff Truxell. What made these so called wrestlers so popular? Was it their ability to hide their pathetic amount of talent by lumping it all in one heap of trash, or was it their ability to feed off true talent like leeches? Whichever was the case, it seemed that everyone had the wool pulled over their eyes. Everyone except Griff, who intended to end this hypocrisy, and wake everyone up, one way or another.]

"However, this reign of mediocrity is coming to an end, soon," he said, still facing westward staring out the window. "In case you haven't noticed, a new era is coming to GWA. A new way of doing things, a new law to live life by, a new method to this mayhem.

Methods of Violence.

It's time to forget everything that you've ever though you've known, and now you're going to re-learn it all exactly the way you were supposed to in the first place, minus all the lies. Nature's only true perfection, the current Falconer Champion, and one half of the Legion Tag-Team Champions, Sebastian Bock. The second half of the Legion Tag-Team Champions, Alek Cage. The next GWA Gladiator Champion, 'Mr. Fantastic' Johnny Storm. Then there's yours truly. We are your teachers and we are also your new Gods."

[Gods. That's exactly what they were. Gods of wrestling. GWA wasn't going to go through a revolution, it was going to go through an evolution. GWA was going to evolve into was it was supposed to be from the very beginning. GWA was going to evolve right into Griff's hands.]

Griff was now smiling, looking out into the blackness. The blackness that both thrived outside and in his hotel room."There's an old saying, 'If you can't beat them, join them.' Well in your case, you're just shit out of luck. You can't beat us, and you can damn well be sure that you will never join us. It's time for all of you not to just pass the torch, but to put it out, and step aside for greatness. There's nothing you can do about it besides realizing something, once the truth gets out, you can't stop it, and once that happens..." He looked directly into the camera, something sinister behind his smirk.

"...I own you."

[Griff couldn't help but chuckle looking out over the city. He was looking out over the world, that he was about to conquer.]

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