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Marf · (12-07-2020)

The wind blows with a wild banshee of a whistle to open the scene. There is a looming forest on one side and an empty looking road to cut it off from an empty, decrepit parking lot. The moon isn’t quite full but it is bright enough to illuminate the darkened outdoor landscape. Multiple cries in the night begin to make us question if it really is just the wind. The heavy and consistent crunch of gravel under boot suddenly brings our attention to Marf Swaysons, who has randomly shown up. He stops at the edge of the road and glares towards the towering woods.

He closes his eyes and takes a slow breath. He opens his eyes and slowly takes a few steps forward. Standing in the grass and weeds, Marf continues to stare at the dark forest. Deep in his eyes though he is clearly fading off to somewhere else.

Marf: What am I doing here? Hell, what am I doing period. I was so excited upon arrival, so much opportunity. So many new friends and foes to create. A plethora of talented folks to mix it up with. Even a cool looking cult that was asking me to hop aboard the bandwagon before my foot was even in the door. I turned BoB down and it wasn’t long before I realized how smart a decision that was. They are as much of a cult as the kids from stranger things. Just hanging out and saying stupid shit. No thanks.

I’ve kept to myself for the most part. Picked up some wins and losses alike. Traded a bullshit tinfoil belt around to pass some time. But now it’s December and I’m getting lonely. And it’s getting so cold. Late December, I always remember it being cold...

... Remember...

... Remember the cold.....

I remember the cold in late December 2003. I remember it had been a week since Will had shoved me in front of his blushing bride to be, Mel. It was the first show since and I had a big singles match against the number one contender to Will’s precious championship. I knew everything I had been planning was working as soon as Mel came out still to support me in my match. I remember how smart Will thought he was when he came out halfway through.

Attempting to look like he was just looking for Mel it was obvious he was hoping to distract me and cost me a loss. Only problem was I knew he would attempt this and was ready. With careful planning I was able to get my opponent to accidentally knock Mel off the apron. The perfect distraction led to the always deadly roll up and just like that everybody’s whipping boy Marf had just beaten the top contender. The stipulation led to the pay per view title match becoming a triple threat with my inclusion.

I remember watching Mel storm off with Will attempting to keep up with her. I purposely tried to check on my sweet Mel right after this and right on cue Will attacked me. Mel saw everything so I took the beating and didn’t fight back. The look she gave her maybe-not-so-soon-to-be husband spoke volumes. The crack in their relationship was inching closer and closer to irreversible each day. My work was well underway. The big pay per view was set for the night of January 2nd 2004.

It was the night of the 31st, just a few moments before midnight. Mel showed up at my hotel door, her makeup running from a mixture of wet snow and obvious crying. I remember she tried to speak but fell into my arms instead and sobbed uncontrollably. Once somewhat settled, Mel explained the recent argument with Will. She told me how he demanded she stay away from ringside during the title match. She believed her relationship was resting on the balance of her decision to stay in the back or not. I mean...how pathetic were these people?

I faked my concerns and gave her the comfort and reassurance she needed. We even shared a few laughs, mine fake but hers were so real, so vibrant. It was as if I had breathed some life back into her. She wanted to thank me for being such an incredible friend. I remember she caressed the side of my head and even kissed me on the cheek. Lord it was so warm and inviting. She laughed that she would set me up with a babe soon. But most of all, I remember the look in her eyes when she said aloud it was going to be a great, new year for everyone.

I remember the conviction in those worried hazel eyes. I remember...

Marf coughs and shakes his head. He’s dropped to his knees in the grass. Blinking wildly, Marf looks around before stumbling up to his feet in confusion.

Marf: NOO!!! No more memories, I’m too tired for this! Stop it! I don’t want to remember anymore...

Marf grabs at his short hair while moving forward now entering the forest. He slams his massive body from tree to tree for a moment while screaming incoherently. He’s really off his rocker this time, maybe this is the big one. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Marf doesn’t get far into the darkened woods before collapsing to his knees again.

Marf: I can feel myself being drawn in but why? What does any of this even mean!? I’m sick of this, I don’t want to remember anymore...

... Remember...

.....Remember the ice.....

I remember the ice cold gaze I received from Will Rage at the start of the match. It was like the other guy didn’t even exist, what was his name? We’ll call him Matt Ford for all intensive purposes. Fast forward to the near the end of the match. Everyone was taking big bumps. I go down pretty hard outside the ring. Mel can’t help herself, she rushes over to check on me. She calls for the referee and he makes his way outside to check while Matt Ford, not seeing the ref, suicide dives onto everyone.

Will exits the ring and lays a beating on Ford for hitting his girl. I remember rolling back in the ring while Will tossed Ford into the crowd. Mel enters the ring to check on me and Will snaps. He slides into the ring and goes off on Mel for being out there. I remember sitting up in the corner and watching. Watching everyone’s favorite couple fully meltdown right in front on me. I watched as Ford snuck in the ring with a steel chair. With the referee still out, Ford charged but Will turned and moved at the last second. I remember the euphoric feeling that came over me when that chair came down on Mel’s skull with a sickening crack.

The entire arena went dead silent. Mel’s beautiful body crumpled before our eyes and she fell backwards, through the ropes and to the floor. She laid limp with everyone’s eyes glued to her and their jaws hanging wide. This was my moment, Will would no doubt go to his love and I would steal the win by defeating Matt Ford. Except something was wrong. Will was not going to her, he was turning his head to Matt Ford with some serious bloodlust in those boring brown eyes of his. I watched him obliterate Ford while I adapted to the changes.

I remember rolling to the floor and checking on the unconscious Mel. I scooped her up in my arms and began to carry her to the back while Will not only destroyed poor Matt Ford but actually pinned him for the victory. Will surprised even me with his choice of glory over love. It didn’t matter now but still worth a chuckle. I remember being in the back with doctors until Mel woke up. Will tried to walk in but she wanted nothing to do with him. She insisted I stay and Will gave me a look of what I’m sure he thought was pure death. It took a miracle but I kept a straight face as he was escorted out.

Mel stayed with me that night with nothing but a minor concussion. She was a very broken girl though, it was nearly impossible not to gobble her up right there. But I stayed true to the nice guy act and I could actually feel her falling for me. Hey, don’t judge, I put the work in with this one and it was finally paying off. She tried to kiss me but I turned her down politely. Mmm the list in her eyes was almost palpable. I sent her to bed with no hanky panky. In the distance I could hear the relationship of Will and Mel crumbling around me. It was only days after that Will challenged me.

His belt on the line. But if I lose I stay away from them both going forward. I acted like it was ridiculous but he insisted until I finally agreed. I convinced Mel that night it was part of the plan to get the old Will back. I was talking out of my ass of course but she was eating up my bullshit without using napkins she gave zero fucks. Just the hint of “going back to normal” had her on board. I convinced her he would be jealous enough of our friendship he would fix their relationship. Again, miracles I wasn’t constantly laughing.

I remember just days leading up to the title match I convinced Mel to make a tape for Will telling him she was going to take some time off and for him to stay away. I told her it was just in case, she was so clueless. Or so I thought. The day of the big fight comes and there’s Mel, at my hotel room surprising me again. Except this time she’s telling me how she wanted to delete the tape and make an apology tape instead. I stared at her in disbelief while she explained how she just missed Will and wanted to go back to the way things were. She’d even said she was willing to distance herself from me if need be.

I remember her sincere smile she gave to me, like I was her bestie that was supposed to just accept all this. All my careful plotting and planning, who the hell did she think she was!? This bitch was willing to throw it all away multiple times where was this coming from? Wreck my plans and I don’t even get a piece!? No fucking way! I reminded her of everything I had done for her, sacrificed for her. But it was too late, I remember that look in her eye. She felt sorry...for fucking me!

I remember a couple short screams were the last things I ever heard from her before I wrapped my meaty hands around her delicate throat and began to squeeze. She threw a few decent punches before I shifted my hold and held her by the back of her head and neck instead. With a firm grip I began driving her face first into the wall and then the dresser. Upon the eleventh time her face smashed off the dressed, stamping more blood and skin onto it, Mel spat out a large mouthful of blood and sobbed.

This was no longer the beautiful, talented and full of joy Melichacha everyone loved. This was no longer the love of Will Rage’s life. This was no longer a conflicted young woman unsure of her next path. I remember after the twenty seventh time I raised her blood covered, broken face back up I couldn’t hear her anymore. I dropped her on the bed, held a pillow over her mangled face and waited a few moments for those last little twitches to stop. I remember lying beside her for a few hours before getting ready for the title match.

I carefully edited Mel’s tape ever so slightly and gave it to the bums in the truck to play before the match. Before Will and I did our dance, right on cue the tape played which showed beautiful Mel telling Will she needed time away and left everyone in confusion. But more importantly, in assumption she had run from Will. He fought poorly and rushed but eventually retained his belt via count out by leaving to find Mel. Will eventually was considered a prime suspect in Mel’s “disappearance” but there wasn’t enough evidence to convict him yet. I remember nobody loved Will Rage anymore...

... Remember...

We have finally snapped back to current reality and Marf is hunched over screaming in the blackened forest. The screams turn to laughter as he seems to be embracing his memories.

Marf: Ohhhh I understand now. I should have always known...in time.

In time.

Marf nods and smiles sadistically before standing and raising his arms into the screeching winds. Marf begins laughing once more as we fade to the black.

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