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Marf · (03-03-2021)

Shortly after Savage goes off air...

Marf and Lycana enter the unmarked Left Hand locker room together. Lycana is glowing with an evil joy while Marf stops and looks over at Geri Vayden and then Andrew Logan. Any excitement or enjoyment Marf had from what the Dissentients did to Ash Quinn and Mandii Rider has washed completely off of him. Marf frowns while eyeing the other two Left Handers. He walks into the middle of the room and stops while Lycana heads to the bathroom to get changed. Marf snarls while glaring at Andrew Logan.

Marf: Where the hell were you? We’re supposed to be sending a message, what the hell message are you two sending by hiding back here?

Andrew Logan steps up and is face to face with Marf now while Geri stands up to watch.

Logan: Watch your mouth, the Horseman oversees all.

Marf: What the fuck does that mean? Sounds like a god damn excuse to avoid doing any real work around here...

Andrew Logan goes to shove Marf but instead gets shoved up into the wall where he can’t get away. Geri Vayden starts to walk over to get involved but Marf reaches his free hand and grabs her by the throat.

Marf: And you...what lame duck excuse do you have for not being out there?

Marf slowly turns his head and stares Geri in the eye while squeezing her throat. He shoves her back and then looks back into Andrew Logan’s eyes. He glares at him with burning eyes while speaking through gritted teeth.

Marf: You too need to get your shit together. People should hear your names and tremble in fear but instead nobody even knows you’re still here. Prove me wrong, get your asses out there and fucking do something!

Marf let’s go of Andrew and walks away from them while they both stare at him with a mixture of resentment and respect. They both leave the locker room just before Lycana steps out of the bathroom changed into street clothes. She looks around the room and then quizzically towards Marf.

Lycana: Did I miss something?

Marf: No...I’ll go get changed.

Lycana: Okay well just remember to meet up with me later.

She gives him a playful smack before leaving the locker room. Marf watches her go with a strange sense of unease before grabbing his bag and pulling out some clothes. He starts getting changed as this memory fades away. Marf twists and turns in the bed by himself now, clearly struggling through his thoughts while attempting to sleep. The last memory has all but faded to nothing, leaving Marf falling through the empty darkness. He suddenly lands on a hard wooden floor. Marf gets up and looks around, seeing the big stage as a spotlight hits him. He looks out at the massive, barely visible audience.

Marf: Nah fuck this noise, this isn’t my shtick...

The crowd let’s out an enormous collective booing while Marf turns and runs off stage. He kicks open a door and runs through, stopping after a few steps and looking baffled. The door closes behind him as he hears the speaker announce this is an express train to Italy. It begins racing along while Marf searches the cab. He opens a door and moves into the next cab where there appear to be a group of people. As Marf eyes them up he sees it is Betsy Granger and her friends all dressed up fancy. Marf shakes his head and goes back to the other cab through the door.

Except it is no longer the other cab. Marf finds himself in a locker room again. Geri Vayden and Andrew Logan are there except they’re sprawled out on the floor, covered in blood. Marf looks down at his trembling hands, now stained in their blood. Marf stumbles over to their bodies before entering the washroom. He turns on the tap and tries to scrub his hands clean in the sink. Marf glances up and notices in the mirror a blue glow behind him coming from the showers. Marf shuts off the water and slowly turns around. One of the shower stalls has the curtain closed, with a blue hue around the edges.

Marf stands there for a moment, his breathing irregularly fast. He reaches a hand out and rips the curtain aside, becoming mostly blinded by a bright blue light. Marf feels an uncomfortable loss of control and finds himself reaching both hands out. Marf grabs hold of something and starts to squeeze while starting to yell in anger. He can tell it is someone that he’s got a hold of by the throat. Marf throttles the neck while the blue glow suddenly disappears. Marf blinks a few times and looks down, seeing the lifeless body of Lycana and his hands wrapped around her throat. Marf screams so hard he jolts out of the motel bed and lands awake on the floor.

Marf, covered in sweat and a hint of blood he doesn’t notice, sits up on the floor in panic. He pulls himself up and flips the bed over in frustration. He lets out an enraged roar until his throat is coarse. Marf places his hands on his head and looks around in confusion before walking into the motel bathroom. He coughs and spits a vile wad of snot and blood into the sink, seemingly without caring about the blood part. He leans over the sink for a moment before slowly looking up and facing himself in the mirror.

Marf: Where did you go?

Marf stares at himself in a bathroom mirror. The slow pat-pat-pat from the tap dripping opens to this scene in a motel room bathroom. Savage is in the past now. The last time Marf had seen any of those three. Of course he only cared about one of them missing, the precious Lycana. That long, worrying look in his shaky blue eyes was more than enough proof of that. He runs a hand across his face and into his thick beard. He speaks again to himself or whoever he thinks is listening to his rambling.

Marf: You didn’t meet me...where did you go? Why can’t I remember...where...you went...

Well of course he went and said it. As if this really needs to happen on top of everything else going on...

...remember...

...Remember...

...Remember...ore the f...

... I remember going back further, even before the federations. Going back to wandering aimlessly, searching for anything. A goal, an idea, a purpose? Anything but the empty void in the pit of my stomach. Going back to fighting to stay alive for another instead of fighting for a shiny title. I remember all the way back to that first life taken. All the way back before the hair on my balls had grown in. I remember that night.

I remember the air was different, the asphalt felt strange and buildings pulsated like they were alive. I was lost on the dark streets, unsure what town or city I had entered. Occasionally there were far off screams in the night, keeping me more alert than usual. I was also on less cocaine than most nights so that was a big underlying variable. As I neared an alleyway another screech in the night startled my senses. I remember that scream being much closer than the others.

A mixture of intoxicating courage and stupidity combine as I head down the darkened alleyway. I turn a sharp corner and see some movement up ahead underneath a dim light. There are four bodies standing around a fifth body crawling on the ground. As I approach them I remember seeing the body on the ground was a female with a bloody nose, desperation in her eyes. The four standing bodies looked to be all male but wearing masks.

As they all stop and look up at me I can see the masks more clearly. There is a goat mask, a bear mask, a wolf mask and a tiger mask. I remember the man with a bear mask stepping towards me and reaching a hand out. I pulled a switchblade out of my pocket and cut from his wrist to his elbow before he realized what was happening. I remember he fell backwards and his animal friends quickly grabbed him and they all ran off. Their scuffling shoes echoed as background music to the man screaming something about being a big shot wrestling star.

I remember looking down at the injured young woman. She slowly got to her feet, rambling on about them being upset she wouldn’t be their manager or something. Without asking she pressed up against me with a hug. She continued to show her gratitude by running her hand down towards my belt. Her eyes bulged with surprise when I shoved her away. I remember she asked me if I was gay before her warm, thick blood splashed onto my hand as I plunged the knife into her gut.

I pulled the knife out as she stood in shock and terror. Her hands cupped by her belly while the blood began to pour out of her. I remember watching in fascination while the life drained out of her. I rammed the knife into her several more times before she dropped to her knees, gurgling and choking on blood. I pressed my blood soaked hands against my young, beardless face while staring in awe. The young woman collapsed in the alley and died while I stared at the last of her life leaving her swollen eyes. While enjoying all of the moment I couldn’t help remembering what the men in masks spoke of...

...Remember...tered and cu...

...Remember...

...remember...

Marf snaps out of it and shakes his head violently. He punches the mirror, smashing the glass and covering his arm with the glass that shattered and cutting into his skin. He walks out of the bathroom and into the motel room. Suddenly it seems like a good time to cut a promo...

Marf: You know I gotta say it, Vinnie Lane really fucked things up by introducing that Freestyle championship. Everybody is pulling rhymes and lyrics out of their asses all the sudden. Betsy is forcing me to sit through obnoxious theatrical numbers with songs. I should slow down with using any words more than one syllable since I’m assumed to be the dumb one. Yet again, another ignorant fuck making assumptions like their facts they know of me. Come on Betsy Boo, no you too!

Look at you with all that confidence. Playing your games as if this is just another match. And do you really think this one match, win or lose, is going to put a stop to me? To the Left Hand? That I’m going to walk out of this a changed man, looking to stop my bad ways? That’s even crazier than your sappy dance numbers. I do appreciate you having such a handsome fella to play me in your charades. Almost as good looking as the real thing.

Marf finally breaks out a good old fashioned smile and gives the camera a wink. He chuckles and gives his head a shake, still ignoring his bleeding hand.

Marf: You’ve been on a nice little role as of late, Betsy. Picking up some self important wins and even gaining yourself a pretty little title too. But claiming to be the one to take down the Left Hand is an awfully bold thing to say. And repetitive since at least two thirds of the roster have also made this supposedly big threat. And yet we’re still fucking here. Did you see Anarchy? Tula received her punishment. Did you see Savage? We took more than a pound of flesh from Mandii and Ash.

And just you wait and see this upcoming Warfare. The red hot Betsy Granger, if that even is your real name, knocked out of the March Madness tournament in the first round. If you’re lucky it will only be a loss. But maybe we’ll hang out with ya after the match, let you experience first hand why nobody ever gets rid of the Left Hand. When all the song and dance comes to an end, I’ll be moving on and you, well you can go fuck around with Jenny or Ash so you can feel good about yourself.

This is your last real warning before Wednesday. We’re going to have a violent dance, but instead of silly songs and delightful rhymes I’ll be bringing you down with fists and brutality. At least when it is over with you can go hang out with Alias and cry about how mean I am. Complain about how the Left Hand need to be stopped. You can do that after I’ve laid you out, no problemo. You guys can ever work on some fun limericks and poetry together. All of that can be achieved after I’ve toppled you...

Marf leans in towards the camera and takes a deep breath in. He slowly breaths out through his nose while grinning sadistically.

Marf: ...And that, I never doubted. See you soon, little lamb.

And with that this scene fades to signal the end.

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