𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (NOT @TiffStrattonWWE)

— in this company made claims that were much bolder…I’ll grind you down into fine dust with your old bones, consume your soul, and toss away the remains without so much as blowing a fart in your mother’s direction…” Andrew took a drag putting out the butt into the lens…

— almost mockingly, scoffing as he stretched his mouth into a forced smile that just wasn’t there anymore…almost as if something had sucked all the joy out of the job as he looked onwards, intensely staring at the lens. “You and every other so-called ‘legend’ —

— almost as if to troll the viewer. “Oh, Edge, Adam, Cope, hah—whatever you call yourself these days, you say, you tell EVERYONE HERE that you’re gonna ‘reach and dig deep into those dark, scawy places’, oh my, I’m so scared of an EDGY vampire . . . “ Andrew would say, —

— in a procession of men in this company who said, and perhaps in a few of those cases, they actually got high on their own supply and believed their own bullshit…” Andrew would say, taking another drag before blowing the smoke cloud right into the camera lens, —

— before briefly pausing, only to chuckle a little more audibly this time as he shook his head, his smile full of a mirth that just didn’t quite reach his eyes and let out a quiet sigh. “You’ll forgive me for laughing, for you see, you’re but just another number —

[Andrew Graves Promo — Graves vs Copeland] A feed soon focused in on Andrew smoking a cigarette, wearing. nothing but a white undershirt and a pair of boxer briefs as he leaned back, taking a long drag of his cancer stick as the Brit affectionately referred to his cigarettes —