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Marf · (02-16-2021)

The queen sized bed that he’s slowly becoming accustomed to is perfectly comfortable. The pillows are pleasantly puffed and easy to get a good nights sleep on as well. However, Marf lies there on his side, staring straight ahead at the wall. His blue eyes are darkening around the outside as the lack of sleep continues to take a toll on him. The odd and at times horrifying dreams have become more frequent and exhaust him. They have prevented him from getting proper sleep even when he is unconscious. Those blood shot blue eyes just keep staring at the wall while Marf thinks to himself.

I can’t keep this up. The dreams have gotten worse. I don’t remember what real sleep even is...

Son of a...

...remember...

...Remember...

...Remember...monster...

I remember when they tried to put me up against a so-called monster near the final days of DCW. A seven foot tall pile of shit was all I saw but they all worshipped him. The big man, the Ripper, some supposed God of violence was being put in front of me to stop my momentum once and for all. They were convinced that they had check mated me with this brilliant booking. He was bigger and had been around much longer therefore it was supposed to be a foregone conclusion who the winner would be.

I remember entering the ring and seeing the look on his face, the arrogance in those towering eyes. He believed all of his own hype. A true writer of his own press lines. The big bad Ripper, converted to the good guy side to put a stop to Marf’s rise to the top. I remember it was a hardcore match to really give him a supposed edge. Boy oh boy did we ever get hardcore. I remember we got so hardcore that they had to stop the match. Something about there being too much bloodshed. I remember they had to declare me the winner due to Ripper becoming unresponsive from the blood loss.

I remember feeling beyond satisfied at putting the axe through management’s plans to halt the rise of Marf. Blowing past their expectations I not only defeated their monster The Ripper, I had earned a future title shot. I remember that didn’t last long once The Ripper died in the hospital later on from his injuries. Once again an excuse was there for them to avoid allowing Marf to hit the very top. Everyone was upset that Marf had allegedly murdered The Ripper but nobody wanted to admit who was really to blame. But I would never forget it was management’s fault for putting him in that position to begin with.

Just like it would be management’s fault for anyone else they used as an obstacle to drop in front of me. Everyone I knocked out of the way brought me a step closer to being on top of the company much to management’s chagrin. But then it all came to a sudden end when they sold the company and then followed it up with closing DCW’s doors for good. I remember that empty feeling inside my stomach, knowing I hadn’t reached the top of the mountain. Onwards to the next federation from there was all I should have been concerned with, I remember that...

...Remember...e with Ba...

...Remember...

...remember...

Marf snaps back to the bed, Lycana is in the other room on the phone with Baphomet while Marf continues staring forward, his eyes and face looking absolutely exhausted. His eyebrows furrow as he seems to be focusing on a specific spot on the wall now. Marf lifts his head slightly and cocks it while straining his eyes. He moves the blanket off of himself and crawls out of the bed onto the floor. He crouches and shifts towards the wall. As he nears it a visible crack comes into focus. Marf reaches a hand and feels the crack, looking at the way it runs up the wall.

Marf pushes on the wall and it seems to move inwards way too easily. Marf presses his ear up to the wall and leans when the wall opens up and he falls into it. Marf tumbles forwards and begins falling down a huge hole. He flails around wildly for a few moments before landing with a thud onto a dirt path. Marf brushes himself off and stands up, looking around but only seeing trees and brush around the dirt pathway. There’s an unearthly scream from somewhere up ahead and Marf begins to follow the dirt path towards it. As he starts walking there is a slight hint of blue up ahead illuminating the top of the path.

Marf begins to pick up his pace into a run as the blue disappears. Another screeching sound is heard, this one closer as Marf keeps following the path. The trees have tightened up and become taller and the path is narrowing as Marf continues on. He reaches the top of a hill and when he looks down he spots a figure. Someone in a dark cloak with their back turned. Marf calls out as he jogs down the path but the figure somehow remains ahead of him without visibly moving. The figure actually seems to get further ahead of Marf where the path narrows further and then ends at a dock and lake.

The figure appears to drift or float along the long wooden dock before entering a massive ship at the end of the dock. Marf follows the path until he gets to the dock and begins to walk towards the ship. He has to steady himself a few times where the wood has rotted, almost stepping through the weak spots. Marf avoids them and nears the massive ship, looking up at it in awe. He spots a different figure near the bow, looking at him. Marf gets to the ship and gazes up at the new person peaking over the side of the ship directly at him. The man has a bandana on but some tufts of red hair stick out. He yells down to Marf.

Ship Guy: Ahoy there me mates, what adventure awaits!?

Marf cocks his head in confusion but then notices the hooded figure from the woods climbing aboard. Marf is quick to follow, boarding the possible pirate ship. He doesn’t think twice about why Lycana has a lake with a pirate ship in her backyard. He gets onto the boat and no sooner are both feet planted does the ship set sail through the murky waters. Marf tries to find his way to the bandana wearing man but is suddenly struck from behind by the hooded figure. Marf is blind folded and tossed below deck. Marf tries to break free but the hooded figure as well as the bandana man are now holding him down.

He’s on his way, just tell us where you left the body.

Marf struggles to see but the hood covering his head has left it too dark.

Marf: I don’t know what the fffuck you’re talking about...

A burst of pain flares up on the right side of his face from being struck.

If you’re not going to tell the truth than be quiet!

Marf tries to get his arms free to remove the hood but is held down by his captors. He stops as he hears footsteps coming down the steps. Even with the hood he can see a glowing blue light faintly.

Now for the final time. Admit that you killed her and moved the body! Admit you left the body to be found how it was!

Marf: Killed who!? I don’t even know who you’re fucking talking about!

The hood is ripped from Marf’s head and he’s struck again in the face. Looking around disoriented Marf can still make out the red haired man in the bandana in front of him. To his left is the hooded figure who has the hood down revealing a grinning skull. It strikes Marf again with a strong bony hand. Marf tries to turn his head to see the third figure but the blue light is now making it hard to see. There’s a loud thud on the wall of the ship and some of the wood splinters. Marf manages to break free but the wall then explodes as a massive squid tentacle smashed into the ship.

Water immediately floods the below deck chambers while Marf tries to get to the surface. The giant tentacle destroys the stairs now as Marf is up to his neck in water. He turns and tries to see what’s going on but the water quickly rises up over his head. He can make out a strong glowing blue light under the water before the squid tentacle slams on top of Marf. He spins and hurtles through water and debris, attempting to hold his breath. He can’t really see but he swims his way upwards as best he can until he finally bursts to the surface and takes a large gulp of air.

Marf splashes around in the water before pulling himself onto land. He rolls over and coughs and wretches up some water. Marf sits up and looks at what is now a puddle in front of him. He stands up and sees he’s back in the forest but not on a path at least not a visible one. He turns around and a hooded figure is standing before him now. Marf takes his delicate hands and wraps them around the figure’s throat, taking them both to the ground. The hood falls off, this time revealing a young woman staring up in horror. Marf continues to throttle her while her long light brown hair tussles all over.

Marf screams out while strengthening his grip until all the life has left her hazel eyes. He lets go of her finally, reaching up and brushing that medium length blond hair out of his short stubbled face. Marf shakes his head wildly in confusion and looks back down at the body. Her hair is blue now and her face looks just like...actually it is, she is Lycana. Marf shudders and tries to back off but falls off the bed they’re both laying upon. Marf pops up to his feet and looks around the room, no trees and no water to be seen. As his eyes focus he sees he’s in another shitty hotel in Rome. He rushes back to the bed but it’s just crumpled sheets.

Marf sighs and drops onto the bed, shaking his head in frustrations swell as confusion. Somehow, he looks up and believes it’s a great time to cut a short promo. Makes total sense.

Marf: Well we’re really closing in on Warfare at this point. Ain’t that right Thaddy? Even though I’m psyched about our big match, I do have to say I’m a slight bit disappointed in you good sir. I mean I could go as far to say I’m downright annoyed at you. I mean you want to talk about scraping the bottom of the barrel...doing the insult my name thing? Seriously!? You, the golden boy and former universal champion, went there of all places? Just like every other generic fuck on this roster, that is such a sad thing to see.

My name does not matter any more than my hair colour, shoe size or favourite ice cream flavour. My name will not have any bearing on the fists that will pound on you, feet that will kick into you or body that will pulverize you. My name does not dictate how much knowledge I have in that ring. The only relevant thing my name has with wrestling is that it’s been on a bunch of titles in a bunch of federations and will soon be on the titles here. But hey, if that’s what you want to spend your time focusing on by all means, be my guest.

Marf stands up from the bed and runs a hand through his short brown hair. He moves it to the side of his face and rubs a spot where there seems to be a bruise.

Marf: I suppose I can understand why you’d get caught up on the simplicities. Any amount of time you are forced to spend talking about someone that isn’t you is clearly a nightmare for ya eh Thad? Even heading into this, there you are just blah blah blahing us all to sleep. Crying about how you’re going nowhere just because you lost your precious title. Oh boo fucking hoo a bunch of people saw you lose a match. Nobody even asked if you were leaving so calm down pal.

So obsessed with how everyone perceives you, it’s borderline pathetic for someone with your talent in the ring. You even happily glossed over my time here as if it’s been nothing but losses. I won my debut without breaking a sweat, won my actual match at the first pay per view I was on but sure, focus on the losses. Once again, just like so many generic others. Focused on stupid win loss records instead of what violent capabilities someone has. Kind of similar to how you focused on your former winning record over Page before he took your fancy belt.

When you should have focused more on what he was willing to do, not for the win but to simply put you down. Just like you should maybe pay a little more attention to just how far I am willing to go, just to prove I can hang with your alleged elite ass. You can make all the jokes you want Thaddy boy, but when we’re in that ring you won’t be finding it so funny when you can’t just shrug me off after a few minutes. We’re going to war, my new friend, I do suggest you prepare for it.

Marf leans in towards the camera and cracks a light smirk before continuing on.

Marf: Or you could just keep making your rehashed jokes, generic pot shots and name game bullshit. Hell, you can even go right ahead and treat it like a night off for yourself. You can try to convince me you’re taking it serious or not, at the end of the day I don’t actually give a fuck. I only care about getting tonWarfare and finally standing across from you inside that right. Nothing else you say or do matter to me. The only things that matter to me are the things that I already know.

What I know is that I took my payments in blood, bruises and flesh from Doc and Corey at Snowjob. And at Warfare I will take my payments from the last third of the tag team champions. I know that we will badly hurt and maim one another until somebody bleeds out. And I know I can’t wait to mangle up that pretty boy face and wipe or rip away that Hollywood smile. Oh, and I know that teeth are just bones so when you really think about it, smiling is just a weird way of showing off your skull. So make those jokes Thad and smile wide because I’ll be smashing that beautiful skull from post to post to god damn post to fucking post.

Marf avoids smiling but displays an ugly sneer instead as we fade out.

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