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Marf · (11-05-2020)

Well here we go again. Another crummy German motel with outdated furniture and scented wall paper. A strange chair dragged into the middle of the room. And of course, our buddy Marf sitting...oh god!

He’s sitting in nothing but his boxers. It appears they have the Tasmanian Devil from looney toons on them. Marf’s rippling abs lead us up his furry chest. Next is that scruffy but signature beard. And of course, the devilish smile is holding the beard up with joy and derangement.

Marf: Now Atara, I understand I’m still rather new and I appreciate the mentor role you’re attempting to take here. But history is not my strong suit. Talking about Spartans and old fantasy myths is a total turn off. I don’t care what historical figure you want to pretend to be, once I get my hands on you...well then I really see who you are.

Marf crosses his powerful legs and this is turning into some kind of demented version of Basic Instinct. Although it seems Marf’s only instinct is to inflict suffering upon whoever he crosses paths with. Hopefully those legs stay crossed.

Marf: Now I must admit, my stomach is grumbling, Atara. You aren’t just dessert, you’re a three course meal from the sounds of it. So much depth, so much intrigue. Just thinking about how close we’re getting to our meeting has me salivating heavily. Yes, you certainly are not Ash Quinn.

You are the Atara Themis. Everybody’s favorite aphrodisiac of XWF. Multiple title winner. A step above the average grappler here. Full of songs to sing to me, sweeter than your average canary. That voice, if you let it, dangerous enough to talk you into making some poor life choices.

Marf lifts a leg up so he can rest an arm on his knee. The process of this has caused one of his testicles to droop out of his boxers. He either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care.

Marf: Of course, not all of us are so simple we’ll fall that easily to the call of a modern day siren. Believe it or not, I’ve come across your type before, I remember the outcome was always the same. Once the seduction failed, you all crumple. Yes, I remember always walking away with a victory...

... Remember...

... Remember all of their cries of seduction turned to screams of horror...

Weird, Marf skipped off a lot longer than usual. Six minutes and 47 seconds by my nonexistent watch. His eyes are bright, blue and blank. Obviously recalling some mundane event where he was happily torturing some innocent soul. Simpler times. Oh, there he is, snapping back to whatever reality he believes this to be.

Marf: Shoot, what were we on about? Oh right, I’m in your temple! Or something about nymphomaniacs...or was it aphrodisiacs? Hmm, does it really matter? Of course not. The only thing that matters now is that you have promised me something.

You have promised to deliver true harm to me. Something from a higher level. And let me tell you something, Atara Themis. If you fail to live up to these extraordinary standards I now have for you, well I’m afraid that’s going to end real poorly for you my dear.

He stands up now, thank god. No more weird peeking nutsack. He probably planned the whole damn thing.

Marf: I’m not afraid of pain, never have been and never will be. I embrace it. I look forward to seeing what you think you can do to me. To take you in my arms and lift you off that pedestal and bring you right down on your skull. I know it sounds a little harsh but it’s what I must do for you, my sweet Atara.

I need to ring that sensual brain of yours until it is rattling around underneath your skull. Until finally you wake up and realize you can’t intimidate me with pain. That’s my pleasure dear girl. Swing and a miss, care to try again?

Marf stretches his toned, large arms forward. Stretching them towards the camera. If you look close enough you can see the hair on his chest forms a perfect circle around each nipple. Like two furry tornadoes on his chest.

Marf: We still have time before the big dance, please I insist you reach a little deeper, Atara. I don’t care what you wear. I don’t care if you’re supposed to be Aphrodite, Helen of Troy, Joan of Ark or whoever. I need you to take your head out of the clouds and take things a little more seriously.

Atara Themis, it’s time to show me what you got. Tell me why I should be melting into any kind of mess just because I’m in the ring with you. I impatiently await your response!

Marf unfolds an unpleasant smile while waving slowly at the camera. Hopefully next time he has more clothes on, this whole experience was uncomfortable. Lights fade and away we go.

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