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Neither a wedding or a bar Mitzvah...simply a funeral for a friend - Marf - 12-10-2020
The wind is once again blowing through the night with the odd screech slipped in. We’re not in Italy, or Germany or anywhere in Europe. Not yet anyway. No, on this starless night we’re outside the massive forest again. Marf has wandered into the shot now and he’s eyeing the numerous looming trees. Marf runs a meaty hand across his beard a few times before turning towards the camera now.
Marf: So here we go. First Warfare since the big High Stakes show. Folks came out in droves to sign up for this one. Oh the fallout! Some of the dust will settle on Anarchy and Savage but the brunt of it will fall onto the top show, Warfare. I’m coming off my first ever pay per view victory with the company. A solid win over the likes of Shawn Wylde, Kieran Overton and that Stormy Daniels fellow. What the fuck was his name again, Dave? Pete? Brian! Brain Storm, sorry.
Marf stifles a laugh rather poorly and shows he really isn’t sorry. Subtle.
Marf: I was excited at who my next victim or victims would be only to find myself on the bottom of the damn card. Shawn Wylde, who I defeated at High Stakes for those not paying attention, is much further up the card getting to have fun in a triple threat Xtreme rules match. Meanwhile, everyone’s new hero, ME, is stuck in a boring singles match. Worse yet, I’m matched against Lycana. Another beautiful specimen that probably won’t return my calls after our big date in the ring.
There is a shockingly real possibility that Marf doesn’t actually know what a date is. Or how they’re supposed to work at least.
Marf: It’s already hard enough on me in this place. I faced off against Ash Quinn as well as Atara Themis and neither of them have spoken to me since our special times in the ring. My heart beats with pain each day I don’t hear from them. Now I’m getting a third, unbelievably talented female to meet in that awkward squared circle. Hopefully my heart is ready for this next potential punishment.
Lycana. Hmmm, yes I remember you, we met not that long ago. Right after that loser Corey failed miserably at hitting on you. Yeah, I remember that little get together...
Uh oh, here we go again...
... Remember...
...Remember...together...
...I remember the time we spent together. Mel and myself. That night, the last time I would see her. I remember the words leaving her pouting, full lips as she explained to me how she had chosen Will. I remember the way I could actually feel my heart twisting inside my chest, as if it had enough of the pain and was willing to pack up and head out. And it wasn’t just my heart overcome with grief and outrage. No, it was ever fibre of my being at that point.
I remember looking deep into her hazel eyes as I began to strangle her. I could see into her, the disbelief illuminating from the depths of her pupils slowly turning into depressing understanding. Followed swiftly by pure horror. It was orgasmic to watch up close and I remember my hands gripped so tightly I thought her pretty little neck might just snap. But then she got a fist to land perfectly against my eye a couple times to loosen the hold.
As she coughed hoarsely I grabbed the back of her head and neck and wrenched her so hard forwards until her face smashed against the wall of the hotel room with a sickening crunch. When I bounced her dizzy head off that wall the third time the blood started to spout from her left nostril. At that point I turned her, torqued and then slammed her face first into the dresser. When I pulled her back up she coughed again and this time a spray of blood splattered out and hit my face. I remember how good that felt, knowing it was all me doing this. Obliterating anything anyone thought they knew about Mel.
She was never going to look the same again, I can remember telling myself that as I continued my vicious assault. Nobody would ever look at her the same. Will Rage wouldn’t be able to ever love her the same way again. Her legions of fans wouldn’t be able to feel anything but sorry for her. I remember I wanted to destroy that career but my mind wandered to far until it was too late. Instead I destroyed her life, how could she possibly live after all this? What had I done!?
I let go of my grip and she slumped forward before dropping to the ground in a bloodied heap of broken flesh. I remember realizing she probably had several brain hemorrhages at this point while I watched her one leg twitch ever so slightly. I hauled what was left of Mel off the floor and laid her on the bed but no amount of rest would fix this. Grabbing the pillow I looked down at her shattered, blood covered face and then began to smother her. It was the humane thing to do at that point. She was possibly brain dead, there was no struggle.
After several minutes I threw the now blood drenched pillow to the floor. I tried to look into her bruised and swollen eyes but she was gone. I slowly laid down beside her on the bed and began to cry. I remember I was upset, a part of me was actually sad at her passing. That was not supposed to happen. But more importantly, I was feeling the joy spreading through me and eradicating those negative thoughts. It was all coming to an end. The story of Will and Mel was about to end. But my story was just beginning...I remember smiling at dead Mel’s broken face while spending that last bit of time together...
...together...I remember...
... Remember...
As hard as an outstretched elastic band we snap back to reality as Marf shakes his head furiously.
Marf: Together...ahem, that’s right Lycana, together we can make some magic in that ring. I saw what you can do, I quietly watched your match against Halocen and Atara. You didn’t just handle yourself well, you beat the piss outta both those ladies. Hell you nearly pinned Atara of not for a bad break. I’ve been in the ring with her, I know that is no easy task.
Mmm, yes we can light that damn ring on fire to open the show, Lycana. Please don’t let me down...I’m going to sit back, impatiently awaiting word from ya. Step up to the plate and take a bite out of me, if you dare...just promise not to leave me alone chasing ghosts. Otherwise, I have no choice to retaliate and make you pay dearly. The XWF Women must pay for everything...all those women must pay for everything...when they get more glory than men, for comparable tasks. As well as when they receive more notoriety...when they crash.
Marf has stopped smiling at this point. He looks up, wind blown hair and beard a complete mess. His blue eyes blazing in the night while he stares deep into the camera. He takes a slow breath before nodding. He speaks a little softer now but no less threatening.
Marf: And believe me when I say this, dear Lycana. If you let me down or look last me, you will crash.
And that appears to be it for now as Marf slowly backs away from the camera and we fade to black. Wait, did something just move in the background of the forest? Shit, don’t fade...done fade!...