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Marf · (11-10-2020)

A loud, borderline rhythmic thumping is the first sound in this darkness. There’s a few dozen of these bump in the night noises before we enter the hotel room it is coming from. Of course, upon entry it is clearly Marf’s room. There’s the drag marks across the suede carpet and there’s the chair in the middle of the room.

But no Marf sitting in it. Hopefully he isn’t going to appear naked this time, the last one was pretty traumatic. As we pan around the room we find Marf, dressed thankfully, leaning against the wall. There’s marks and indents all over the wall around him. He’s either been punching all over or throwing himself into it. He’s blazing blue eyes look up and lock with the camera. He sighs deeply.

Marf: Soooo, is that it? Or are you just waiting for that perfect last minute opportunity to drop a bomb on me before we square off? Either way, I’m completely disappointed, Atara.

If that even is your real name!

Marf glares at the camera for a moment before shifting his weight so that his entire back is now leaning on the wall.

Marf: I mean did you put yourself into a coma from the boring history lessons? All this talk about being on a whole different level from what I’ve faced but not really explaining yourself afterwards is quite the tease. Is it that you truly don’t take me seriously? That I’m brand new here so just disregard whatever I have to say? That it’s an easy win because you’re Atara Themis, loved and treasured by all while I’m just Marf Swaysons the newbie?

Is that where I stand with you, Atara? Because if so, I’m not going to just shatter your delusional view of me. I’m going to go out of my way to shatter a few bones when you step into that ring with me. It’s not that I want to, it’s that you’ve driven us both down this tragic path. Not taking me serious is such a mistake, one Ash Quinn made against yours truly. A lot of people got to see what happens when you make that mistake against Marf.

But at least Ashley tried, and she tried real hard. At least she was a little more present leading up to our incredible time in the ole squared circle. It’s more than I can say for you, Atara. I suppose your claim of “not being Ash Quinn” was indeed accurate, even if it was for the wrong reasons.

Marf smirks but overall his tense body language is still telling us he’s a tad upset. A wee bit, perturbed one could say. Speaking of perturbed, Marf sure brings up Ash Quinn a lot. Probably just a coincidence though. Can’t expect a guy like him to become obsessed or anything.

Marf: I suppose I shouldn’t get myself so riled up over all this. I’m starting to notice a lot of the so-called big shots around here only want to focus on their core group of super pals. All hating on one another while jerking each other off. Underestimating anybody new, anybody with something different to talk about other than dicks and poop jokes.

So fear not Atara, your guilt can be shared by many. You don’t have to wallow alone. Not that I ever expected you too. I can at least hold on to the limited words you did say to me. I’ll cherish them and remember them forever I swear.

... Remember...

...I remember...her eyes...

I remember when she first spoke to me, the look in her eyes. Mel-something or other was her name. One half of the top pair of the company. Her fiancé the top champion as well as tag team champion. He held those tag titles with her of course. Will dipshit or something like that was his name. He had a laundry list of accolades I didn’t give a shit about. I knew he was nothing without his woman. His precious girl, who was staring into my eyes as she welcomed me to the fed.

I fell in love with her pretty quick. Like maybe three sentences into the conversation, possibly less. I could tell she found me off putting but that didn’t bother me. It didn’t bother me because I could also tell she felt sorry for me. Felt bad for me. Felt pity for me. Underestimated right off the bat.

I remember she slowly started to let her guard down. Started to warm up to me, like I was a stray mutt she finally didn’t find completely disgusting. Just relatively gross on a lower level. I remember how her hair would fall into her face when she fought oh so valiantly. The sweat glistening on her brow and her lovely little shoulders. Her muscles all tensed up and inviting. I remember her warm body against mine when she hugged me after I helped her and the hubby retain their shiny belts. Her beautiful heart beating hard enough for me to feel it’s delicious rhythm. Her scent of some far off, impossible to reach nirvana.

I remember her blood curdling scream the day I broke her fiancé’s neck in the ring. Exactly a week after he told me I couldn’t lace his boots. Took his precious title and his precious career along with it...

...I remember...

... Remember...

...ly slumping down the wall, wait there he is! Marf finally snaps out of it, wow that one was over ten minutes. Where ever it is he goes must be miles better than here.

Marf: Yes, what were we, right. This is where we are now. Atara, the countdown is merely hours until we meet face to face. I wanted to have a respectful match but hell, I haven’t really received any from you. So why should I? Why should I worry about not damaging you? I have absolutely no reason anymore my dear.

So you go ahead and spew some lovey dovey bullshit at the last minute if you can. Or remain silent until our curtain jerking showdown. It really doesn’t matter anymore. Regardless of what you do, I will be emerging the victor. And you dear Atara Themis, well depending how bad I feel in the moment, you will likely wind up in an emergency room.

Marf slowly slinks away from the wall and moves towards the camera as he begins to shed his solemn frown for that twisted grin.

Marf: Atara you only need to remember one thing, you brought all of this upon yourself. The surprising pain, the depression that will follow your loss. All of that sorrow, I’m afraid it’s on you. I just hope your neck isn’t too fragile. Or your ego for that matter...

And that looks like the tail end of this trilogy. Until next time, fade to black for now.

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