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Marf · (12-18-2020)

The wind blows with a sharp whistle through the many towering trees we see, opening up to a vast forest once again. We come in closer to find Marf perched high up in one of these trees, his bold blue eyes glazed over. It seems to be early morning, the sun has barely peaked from the horizon. There is still fresh dew drops on the leaves of the nearby branches. Many birds are warming up their vocals for the morning singing. Mixed with the sounds of the early morning and wind there is something else to be heard, maybe the far off cries of a Siren.

Marf’s eyes suddenly flicker and he looks around, a mixture of uneasiness and confusion swirling throughout his bewildered eyes. He begins descending the tall tree he somehow wound up in. With his size, grace isn’t an option so the big man makes his way down with a chorus of snapping branches and muffled cursing. Marf gets to the bottom at last, miraculously without falling or getting hurt. He looks up at the tree shaking his head, probably wondering how the hell he got up there in the first place.

Marf: Why does this forest have a hold on me right now? Is it something to do with Lycana? Or is it just me? My head feels foggy...

Marf stumbles away from the tree and begins his attempt to get out of the massive forest. Every step brings forth a crunch of dead leaves. As he makes his way out of the tree line and into an open field Marf stops and turns to look at the woods. He runs a hand slowly through his messy brown hair before shrugging and walking to the nearest road.

Marf: Maybe you’ve put some type of subtle spell upon me, Lycana. Or maybe it’s just me, getting myself way too wrapped up in my opponent. Either way, I’ve heard your cries I can assure you of that. I will not be a disappointment, I will be showing up to Warfare with the intention of inflicting as much pain as you’ll take. As much as the cowardly official will allow. Just don’t ever forget, you asked for this. And I’m not one to back down from a challenge.

Lycana, you speak so much of the darkness and all the fake ones that claim to embrace it. And then you question me about if I truly embrace it? There is no cowering from me, and you will see that in the ring. The very magic we’ll be making in there will be highlighted with your blood. You see I don’t just embrace the darkness Lycana, I become it. For now maybe these are just words but believe me, when we’re in that ring together you’ll see. I will get a hold of you and it will hurt, that I can promise. I only hope you embrace pain as equally as you embrace the dark...

Marf has made it to some unknown road and begins following it to who knows where. The sun has begun its ascension to the top of the sky while the birds are in full movie intro song type of business. Marf crunches along the gravel of the shoulder.

Marf: I was thrilled when you brought up how badly your yearned for a fight. For physicality and brutality of the highest grade. Fists on faces, boots deep into stomachs, suplexes slams and smashes alike! Of course I can bring all of this to you dear woman, and I fully expect you to bring it right back. But you’ve made me nervous that you’re not fully engaged. The distractions of Romeo, your new friends and that sorry sack of shit Tommy Wish are clouding up your mind. You need to focus on me! Do not be like the others that always try to look past me only to fail.

You’re better than that.

I know that, and I know how good it will feel to finally get our hands on one another. I don’t just want to bruise your body, I want to feel those bruises, press into them and make you scream your most guttural of cries. I want to feel the softness of your face become tender with every shot it takes. I want to hold you close and feel your warmth before driving your body into the mat and crushing each organ and bone. I want to wrap my meat mitts around your little throat and squeeze until I can see every tiny vein in your beautiful eyes. And I’ll remember how fragile and perfect your throat feels in my hands...

... Remember...

Oh he went and said the R word!...

... Remember...

..... Remember...her throat.....

...I remember her throat. Before I crushed her windpipe, I remember how warm the skin on her throat was. How my hands seemed to fit perfectly around it. How her quickening pulse prodded at my hands while I squeezed. I remember how much I stared at that throat for so many months.

I remember one of those road trips when we were still a threesome. Mel, Will and myself. We were travelling across Nebraska maybe, just outside of Lincoln. It was somewhere around 3am and Will was somehow still conscious. Usually he had passed out by now leaving Mel to subtly vent her relationship woes to me in privacy. I remember this particular night Will found a second wind and kept his one man booze-a-thon going late into the night much to Mel and secretly my chagrins.

I remember Mel snuck outside for a smoke. Will barely had his eyes open anymore but was still mumbling to himself on the hotel floor. I remember once Mel stepped outside I turned and stood over Will. Not a drop of alcohol in my system, I spun and roundhouse kicked him across the face, knocking him completely over and outcold. The dumb drunk would never know. I stepped outside and joined Mel as she slowly finished her cigarette. I remember her blowing a thick cloud of smoke up into the late night air before giving me a sad attempt of a smile.

That was one of the first times she told me she didn’t know if she loved Will anymore. Her partner in life as well as the ring, ready to be dropped at the first sign of trouble. I remember that was the night I understood just how weak Mel truly was. I remember her breaking down and sobbing in my arms. I played the good guy best friend role to perfection just like any other night. She was going to be mine, I realized that under the big full moon that night. I remember shuddering with delight under that moon...

...I remember...that moon...

...remember...

And just like the branches from that poor tree he was stuck in, Marf snaps back to us just like that. He gives his head a shake before looking ahead. Not far in the distance seems to be a car headed Marf’s way. He looks up to the sky and smiles.

Marf: Something about that moon tonight huh? Of course, you know all about the moon and it’s many secrets, don’t you Lycana? The moon won’t be able to help you in the right, nor anything you believe the moon has taught you. Those tips won’t be enough I’m afraid. My hands, much like my conscience know no boundaries. Even with my heart in my throat, still beating, I won’t be able to resist dropping you into a world of new miseries.

While I may not have faced anyone quite like you, dearest Lycana, don’t feel like I’m just a dime a dozen bloke either. I can guarantee that you have not stepped into that ring against someone such as myself. Someone who could care less about a win/loss record. Someone who would happily take a disqualification loss if it meant inflicting extra punishment. Someone who has real goals here. To hurt, maim and cause nothing but suffering.

Now if that still truly intrigues you my new love, well then speak now and accept this spoken contract of agreement to torture one another. If you have even the slightest inkling of wanting to back down it’s not too late to say so. But I need you to give it to me straight, please not crooked. Don’t get my hopes up.

Marf at this point has suddenly stopped and dropped to his knees. Headlights begin to wash over Marf as the approaching car had slowed down. It pulls up beside him while Marf keeps his head lowered. The car stops a few feet from Marf and a middle aged man quickly exits the driver side in a panic. He slowly approaches the hunched over Marf.

Driver: Hey man are you alright? Should I call you an ambulance buddy? Hello?

The man foolishly gets closer as Marf slowly cocks his head up to look at him.

Marf: ...could you give me a ride to Italy?

The man stumbles back as Marf rises to his feet.

Driver: Uhh I could drive you into town and you could cab to an airport I guess?

Marf smiles and stretches out his hand. The man goes for a handshake but Marf grabs hold of him instead and slams his head into the side of the car. Marf drives the poor man’s head into the side of the car several more times until he drops to the ground, left leg twitching. Marf let’s out a low chuckle while taking the keys out of the unconscious man’s pocket. He whistles while walking to the driver side of the car.

Marf: It’s all good pal, I’ll take it from here. I got a plane to catch. And Lycana, that means I’m coming for you. Our time is almost upon us. See you soon, my dearest new obsession...

Marf hops into the car and starts it up. He drives off, just nearly running over the battered body of the car’s former owner. And much like that pathetic man’s consciousness, we fade to black.

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