Gravy walks up the the VIP entrance.

Ari motions him through.

"Oh yeah? Finally seeing my worth around here, huh!?"

Ari: "My records say that you haven't attempted a pin in a few days, so you can skip the line!"

Graves continues through the entrance. 

"So that's how it works... fucking r."

Once inside Graves finds not Jenny Myst.

Not Jennie Nickles.

Not even Charlie, although he surely tried.

Instead Gravy finds:

"KINDACARVER!?"

Yes indeed. Samael Dyson, the somehow more grotesque of the Dyson family: Xtreme Champion. 

A wicked smile forms under Gravy's mask as he rubs his palms together.

"Now we can have some fun!"

Dyson is seemingly distracted by whatever evil he's up to. The camera doesn't show, but we'll use that as the in-universe reason as to why he has yet to respond to any of this. 

Gravy rushes in with a knee to the skull. 

He doesn't let up. 

Heavy, wild, crushing blows.

One after the other. 

A headbutt for good measure. 

And that was Ari!

Gravy then grabs the unconscious Ari by the ankles and hurls him into Dyson, knocking him to the floor. 

Gravy leaps—

"BAAAAAANZIIIIII!"

—and produces a legit 2017 Peter Gilmour 'Suck My Dick' dildo, bringing it down on the top of Dyson's head with a crushing force!

"I'd shove it up your ass next—and know you'd love it—but I promised Vin-man not to get into the creepy sex shit again. Looks good on you though!"

Gravy spits on the tip and shoves it into Dyson's ear as he cradles him into a pin.


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TWO!!

Samael kicks out, and his MASSIVE COCK springs to attention, plunging into Graves' midsection and sending him careening up into the ceiling. Graves remains imbedded in the ceiling, quite comedically, as Sam rants. 

You wanna hear some funny shit, Gravy boat? After all those fervent attempts at pinning Jenny, after all that effort, you took the weekend off like some pathetic nine to fiver and screwed the pooch! Did ya watch the Superbowl and bitch about that fuckin' Puerto Rican too? 

All that wasted effort....heh....heh.....hahahahahahahahahaha!

But Samael Dyson doesn't take weekends off. No, no, no. THat's why I'm the Xtreme champion and you're.....

Samael remembers that Gravy is still the Anarchy Champion.

Oh, well, FUCK OFF!

Sam stomps off and Graves falls out of the ceiling. Samael comes back into the shot and grabs the massive dildo. 

And I'll be taking this!