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Marf · (02-15-2021)

The enormous show has finished with ecstatic fans in every seat, hardly any of them still sitting. All sorts of noises, chants and screams were echoing throughout the halls and into the locker rooms. As we enter one of the back rooms we find a bulky form seated on the floor, his mighty back against the wall. Long, delayed breaths are heard as we approach our old pal Marf. His face is a little misshapen from being swollen in multiple spots. He has welts and bruises forming all over his upper torso. He’s seated in just his shorts, splattered blood still visible along the front of him. Shaking, he raises a hand to wipe some of the blood off of his chest and stare at it in awe.

Marf: Oh good doctor, we had fun tonight...

Marf continues to mutter to himself while his hand falls into his lap. While he isn’t exactly known for consistently showing signs of normality, Marf’s eyes are glazed over and it’s possible he has a concussion. Probably nowhere near the first...who knows how close to the last. His eyelids flutter for a moment before steadying while a creepy grin crawls onto his battered face. Marf is looking like he lost a fight against a school bus or eighteen wheeler. Yet somehow continues to smile on.

Marf: Those were deep and perfect punctures, that’s no simple recovery. Whenever he runs his hands across his side and his violent fingers feel those scars...he’ll remember who did that to him...

Well of course he just had to use the R word, here we go. His eyes simultaneously begin to roll into the back of his head to search for whatever mangled memory they can find as we drift off.

... remember...

...Remember...

...Remember...ttle und...

...I remember when we went out just a little under twenty four hours before the pay per view. I remember growing weary of watching promos from our opponents, becoming sick at the sound of their voices. I remember Lycana becoming enraged and both of us needing some fresh air. I remember we entered the chilly Wisconsin night and embraced the fresh air. Even if the cold could change from soothing to bone chilling at the turn of a sharp wind. I remember we didn’t have to walk far before stumbling upon a generic and poor looking bar. I remember letting her go in while I took in the night sky.

The bar was dark, and the man sitting on the stool eyed the women available like they were assorted pastries at a bakery. His eyes skip over each one, checking off flaws as he goes. Who wears turtlenecks nowadays? Too bland. Bottle blond. Good god what the fuck was that on her face? With a scowl he turns back to his beer, brooding over it. There was never anything interesting here, why did he bother? He knew at the end of the night he would just scoop up whatever the least hideous option was and take her home with sweet words, clever lies and use her.

And if there was none compliable, there were many ways around it. He always got what he wanted. They should consider themselves lucky he even looked in their direction. The lot of them. A waft of pleasant-smelling air draws his attention as a figure comes to lean across the bar by him. She must have entered while he was distracted, he turned to get a better view.

Woman: Midori Sour. With a cherry.

As he turns to face this cucumber melon scented confection, expecting to lay eyes upon some butterface as was typical and is instead, pleasantly surprised. Shocked, actually. What was there, did not match the drink order, that was for sure. Certainly not the usual piece that could be found out here in bumblefuck Wisconsin. He shifts towards her, nodding to the bartender who hands her the neon green drink.

Man: Put it on my tab.

As her eyes turn towards him, he smooths his curly hair and fixes her with his self-proclaimed megawatt smile. She is quite obviously impressed, her eyes wide and vacant as she sips the fruity concoction. Sensing that she was completely falling for his subtle charm and wit, he decides to move in for the kill, with one of his best and most clever pick up lines. A proven winner.

Man: So uhh, you wanna get out of here?

Pulling out all the stops! He was not about to lose his chance here. It came as zero surprise to him that she was agreeable. The other patrons looking over all confused were clearly just jealous of his smooth moves. She fishes the cherry out, sticking her tongue out to catch a drop of alcohol, before curling it around it to draw it into her mouth. The man watches her, failing to hide his awe.

Woman: I know a place.

She leans in to whisper in his ear, before putting the glass down and slowly walking out, his pat on her ass giving her a fit of the giggles. Hot damn! He admires the view as she leaves. Might be dumb as a sack of rocks, but at least it looked good! He decides to wait a moment before following, tapping his finger eagerly as he shifts around in anticipation. He would give her a five minute start, like a gentleman. The woman swings out of the door with a last glance back and a bubbly smile. She prances down the street away from the bar. As she turns the corner and approaches an alleyway, the prance turns into a stalk, the cow eyed expression disappearing to leave one of steady intent. A hulking figure steps out from the darkness of the alley.

This is the one?

Lycana: This is the one.

I remember disappearing back into the alley as she makes her way to a park. It is mostly empty, but to be on the safe side, she selects a bench under a broken light, mostly hidden. She settles herself down on it, laying her one leg straight out on it, while bending her other, placing her boot on the seat. She lays an arm on top of the back of the bench and patiently waits. I remember watching her from the alley across the street and anticipating the next step.

It doesn’t take long before the cocky ass from the bar swaggers his way down the path towards her. Lycana smiles at him as he, ever so gallantly takes his time to woo her with a hand running up her leg as he falls onto the seat with her. He leans in as his palm goes up and over her knee, her thighs parting obligingly as he licks his lips in anticipation. His dark and drunk eyes, practically dripping with filth, are about ready to pop out of his perverted head.

Lycana’s seductive smile never wavers as he stiffens above her, two meaty hands suddenly grabbing him by the head and removing him from the bench, tossing him to the ground. His face turns to shock as he scrambles around on the ground. I hover over him, snarling as the man crawls back a bit and gets to his feet. I remember the delightful feeling like ravenous butterflies swirling in my stomach as I watched him pull a knife out. He only thrusted the knife once before I grabbed hold of his arm and bent it in a direction it didn’t want to go. I continued to torque that arm into an audible enough crack echoed out into the night.

I remember his screams producing some real laughter from Lycana as she watched me tower over him. He fell to his knees, holding his broken arm and begging for mercy. I kicked the knife away from him and he scooped up a softball sized rock, lamely hurling it at my head. The attempt is feeble at best as I catch the rock and stare down at the pathetic pervert. I remember his screaming stopped after the third blow to his head with the very rock he threw at me. I smashed the stone over his unconscious skull several more times for good measure. I remember reaching my hand out for a grinning Lycana and bringing her to her feet.

She picked up the knife and knelt before the stranger while I guided her hand. The electricity was coursing through us both and we both understood we were ready to destroy everyone in front of us. I remember turning her hand while it held the knife and helping push that blade into the throat of the battered pervert. He briefly made a gurgling choke noise before fading out before our eyes. The bond for unlimited violence was powerful within us both. Together we were ready to unleash Hell, just in time for Snow Job. In just hours we would make sure nobody could deny the carnage and destruction The Dissentients delivered. Absolutely nobody would forget it...

... Remember...mped ov...

... Remember...

...remember...

We snap back to reality except Marf appears to dip into unconsciousness as his body has slumped over. Slowly he leans down against the floor and his head rests on the cold concrete. As his eyes shut, the eyelids begin to stir right away as though tiny worms were crawling underneath them. Into the landscapes of dreams and nightmares Marf now travels to...

Marf: ...wait...no more dreams...please...

Marf floats through the darkness for a moment that feels like a year until he begins passing through numerous clouds. Far below, the ground is racing up to meet him as he continues falling. A large building with an open roof is quickly coming into view as Marf continues tumbling through the air at an alarming speed. He sails down and passes into the building and drops directly into an indoor pool with a small tidal wave of a splash. Marf floats around in the water before surfacing, coughing up the nasty chlorine tainted water while climbing out of the pool.

Marf climbs the ledge and then fumbles over the rocks and back into the murky swamp water. Marf gets up and looks around in confusion while trying to find his footing. Looking around Marf can see no end to the swamp other than the tree line to a forest off to the left. Marf, wearing overalls covered in a mixture of mud and blood, begins making his way towards the forest as the sun begins to set at an illogical pace. Something causes ripples in the knee high water, rapidly snaking towards the unaware Marf. As the shadow approaches Marf the darkened murky water bursts with a large shape causing Marf to fall backwards. He’s knocked off his feet and sinks under the water, thrashing his arms and legs.

Marf rolls around on the freshly cut grass while the ice cold water from the garden hose splashes down on him. He somersaults away from the shockingly cold water and pops up to his feet. Looking around again in confusion he sees bright green grass, a beautiful house and Lycana spraying him playfully with the hose. Marf looks down at himself and sees that his white T-shirt and blue jeans are soaked, good thing the sun was beating down on him. He looks back up at Lycana who drops the hose and gives a wink before turning and running to the backyard. Marf shakes his head and chases after her.

Marf: What the hell is happening!? Lycana wait!

Lycana slips into the back of the house through a strangely out of place swinging door. Marf chases after her and enters through the same door only to fall into a massive opening. Marf turns and falls before bouncing onto his hotel bed and onto the floor. A bewildered Marf looks around dazed, checking out the details of the room. No sooner does he get back to his feet the door to the room rattles with a noisy banging. Marf wrestles through the tangled sheets and shuffles to answer the unknown knocker. Marf places a hand on the doorknob, takes a breath and then opens the door and leaps outside.

Marf sees nobody on the door step or anywhere in his line of sight. He takes a few steps more outside, searching all around but only noticing trees all around. He turns slowly and walks back for the room but it’s all gone now. Marf is completely surrounded by trees as the three quarter moon is high up lighting the sky. Marf places his hands on his head and pulls at his hair while trying to understand what is happening. He stops and crouches down, trying to listen to all of the sounds of the night. His head cocks as something catches his ear. Marf slowly rises and turns to his right, staring intently into the towering trees.

A loud snap is heard from someone or something crunching a fallen branch under their weight. A shadow can be seen lurking through the trees and bushes. Marf tries to move towards the shadow but as soon as he attempts to enter the tree line he becomes lodged against two thicker trees. Somehow stuck, Marf watches as the shadow stalks him. There’s an odd blue light near the upper portion of the shape. It crept up while Marf struggled to push himself away from the suffocating trees. As the shadow began to rise and surround him, Marf felt the ground begin to rumble and give way underneath his feet. Falling once again this time Marf screams before sitting straight up in Lycana’s bed. He looks over at her, already sitting up with a worrisome expression on her beautiful face.

Lycana: The dreams are getting worse, aren’t they?

Marf, still breathing heavily, sighs and lays back down.

Marf: I don’t even know anymore...they’re so vivid and intense.

This time it is Lycana’s turn to sigh as she places a soft hand across Marf’s bare chest. She looks at him with concern before getting out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Lycana: We need to move. I’m going to shower, get everything together we’re heading to Italy.

She leaves, clearly flustered but trying not to show it. The dreams were becoming an issue but he really didn’t want to involve her. Sitting back up Marf runs a hand through his beard while shaking his head.

Marf: It will be nice to finish this European tour, maybe my sleep will normalize a bit after that. But I guess for now...

Marf suddenly smiles wide and cocks his head directly at the camera.

Marf: Well here we go, another Warfare and another big time match for yours truly. I must have tickled somebody’s fancy because I’m getting the one and only Thad Duke all to myself. Oh and the cherry on top of all that delicious icing and dessert is this will be a first blood match. Not only will trying to make my opponent bleed not be frowned upon for once, it will actually be encouraged! Christmas is past, my birthday is nowhere near us, yet I feel like I’m being given a sizeable gift. A four month anniversary present perhaps? Whatever the occasion, I graciously accept!

Marf opens his arms wide and mimics receiving an exciting present. He runs a hand through his messy hair and continues on.

Marf: I had to wait a bit longer than anticipated but finally I get a chance to meet you in that ring one on one, Thad. Believe it or not, I recall seeing you early on when I first got to the XWF. I almost had an opportunity to face off with you in the High Stakes battle royale but unfortunately it did not work out that way. No big deal, I wanted a real match anyway. Then finally with some more patient waiting I heard The Dissentients were getting a tag team title shot. In a tables, ladders and chairs match. But the new age free birds went with the Doc and Corey combo and once again I was denied a chance at you. But hey...

Marf leans back and looks at the camera with a smirk and strange twinkle in his eye.

Marf: Hey, look at us! Both taking borderline debilitating losses at Snow Job. Both dusting ourselves off and ready to go again at the first chance we get. And what do you know, we’re finally dance partners. As if fates aligned or some shit. It no longer matters why it took so long to officially cross paths, all that matters now is when. Warfare in Italy, a first blood match with the golden boy Thaddeus Duke. The last third of the tag team champions whom I haven’t had the pleasure of getting my hands on. If you can’t tell by now, I might just be a little excited for this one.

Now I hope you’re ready for this, a first blood match isn’t your low key pure wrestling bullshit. Nothing is off limits in a match like this. I could grab a set of pliers and remove a few teeth to get that beautiful red goo flowing. There is practically a treasure trove of different toys to use underneath that ring. Many items with sharp edges or bladed angles. It can be difficult to choose from when it really boils down to it. However, one thing is for sure, I’m not going to rush this, Thad. No I intend to take my time with you, new chum of mine! We’re going to bounce around that ring first, test some limits if we can. And then when that proves to be wearisome I’ll carve you up.

Marf smiles politely and nods slowly, as if this is his way of showing mercy.

Marf: I am anxiously awaiting this one, I had so much fun with Corey and the good doctor. I can only imagine the delights we will have, Thad. Be sure to send my well wishes to Doc by the way, I may have gotten a little carried away with the stabby stabby. Although if you would like I could give you a similar pair of cuts to give you and Doc matching scars. I know the lot of you have been working on trust and bonding and I just think that would do wonders! Hell, I’d be more than happy to give Corey the same scars free of charge, my treat. Believe me.

He gives a quick wink into the camera.

Marf: Anyway, I hope to hear from you soon, Thad. If you’re going through some shit because of Snow Job, I get that man. Well kind of, I mean, it was two guys that were pinning me but who cares about that. It sucks to lose, especially on that grand of a stage. Sucks even more to see someone else with something that’s yours. An ally, an opportunity, a championship, whatever it may be it’s a violation for someone else to have it instead of you. It eats away at you, gnaws at your core. Sends even the purest of hearts to a dark corner or two. But don’t you worry Thad, I’ll take your mind off all of that, I promise you. What happened at Snow Job won’t matter after what happens to you at Warfare.

Marf leans forward one more time and whispers.

Marf: You’re welcome, new friend.

He cracks the type of creepy smile only a mother could love before we fade out.

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