Post by marcmayhem on Mar 12, 2015 23:46:35 GMT -5
December 25th 2030
Madison Wisconsin
0130hrs
Red Blue Red Blue. The colors cut through the midnight sky and cascade on to bricks walls only to be over taken again by the black of night. A lone police cruiser is driving down a city street that has been deserted. The street is still, still as only the winter can bring. The police car slows as it comes to an alley way on its passenger side. The cruiser comes to a stop and adjusts it spotlight down the alley. As the alley lights up it reveals a parked Ford Expedition. The officer steps out of the car proceeds down the alley as he rests one hand on his pistol and the other free hand reaches up to his lapel radio.
Officer: Show me out at the location of the mysterious vehicle. The vehicle appears to be abandoned send a tow over to my location.
Radio: Copy that.
As the officer gets closer to the vehicle he pulls out his flashlight and begins to look in to the back windows. The windows are tinted making it hard to see in the vehicle. The closer he looks the windows look almost if they are frosted inside the vehicle. The officer gets to the driver side door jam and reaches for the handle and pulls. The door unlatches and slowly opens as the officer pulls it. A metallic tangy sent is released from the vehicle and fills the officers nose and mouth. The officer shines the light in to the driver cab and sees a body slouched over in to the passenger seat. He begins to poke the body with the butt end of the flash light.
Officer: Hey Buddy wake up. Go home this isn’t the place to sleep one off.
The officer starts to point the body harder. When there is no movement the officer reaches out and begins to shake the person violently.
Officer: HEY BUDDY WAKE UP
The officer pulls his hand back and looks down at it as he tries to figure out why it is slick and sticky at the same time. He shines his flash light on it and reveals it is covered in blood. The officer stumbles back dropping his flash light which reveals the cab is painted with blood. The officer draws his gun while reaching for his lapel radio with his now free hand as he continues to back away.
Officer: HOLY SHIT.
Radio: Officer?
The officer gathers himself from the initial shock of finding the John Doe and gathers himself.
Officer: yeah I’m here. Code pink to my location
Radio: Copy officer code pink to your location.
You know it is funny we call it a code pink so the general public with scanners don’t know what we are talking about. The brass thought it was a good idea to have such a meek color describe such a disturbing situation.
The officer walks back to his car and to his car and opens the trunk. He pulls out the yellow caution tape out and closed down the alley. Just as he finished taping off the entrance to the alley an ambulance pulls up the passenger rolls down.
Medic: What he got down there?
Officer: Some John Doe dead looks like it self inflicted.
Medic: Jesus really who the hell kills themselves on Christmas for fuck sake.
Officer: No shit right! Just what I wanna deal with today…..
December 26th , 2030
Madison Journal
MARC MAYHEM
Suddenly passed away at the age of 42 on December 25th. Marc was born in Madison Wisconsin and spent most of his life here. He will always be remembered as a World Class Wrestler and Champion. Marc started his grappling career at the age of 8, when he trained and competed in the Russian Martial Art Sambo. After successfully winning on the biggest stages of that sport Marc made the transition to Pro wrestling in late 2014. While he had a long successful career in the WCF it was always speculated that at his first XIII PPV (Pay Per View) Marc sustained head trauma. Although that House of 1000 Lights match was over a decade ago it is believed that the trauma he endured caused Marc to have an aggressive personality that became worsen as time went on. In the late stages of his life some felt he could no longer control nor hide his split personality.
Surviving Marc are Marc Jr. and Rocco (Sons)
Calling hours will be held on December 28th at 10 Am which will be followed by the private funeral after.
December 28th, 2030
Madison, Wisconsin
Falcon’s Funeral Home
1300hrs
We enter a room whose air is thick with somber and remorse. Inside the room sit’s an audience of 250 people all dressed in the blacks and grays of mourning while they hide there eyes with dark sunglasses. Slightly elevated at the front of the audience is a open casket that holds their fallen Friend, Rival, Partner, Father, or Family. A hush falls over the group as a man dressed in a Black suit with matching shirt and tie makes his way up to a podium that is to the right of the casket. The man makes a stop at the casket and knees and says a few word to the fallen Marc Mayhem before heading up to the Microphone.
Man: Hello everyone it brings me a heavy heart to be able to address you all under these circumstances. Today I was asked to say a few words about Marc. We all will remember his differently some as a Champ or Hotdog Kings or a Father. I don’t think any of use will forget as much as we try his El Danger Loco stage when he thought he was a Luche Libre.
The audience gives a small chuckle as the mood lightens for the moment.
Man: The good thing about Marc was he was always there for us. No matter how bad the fight was he never backed down. He was the first one in the ring and the last one out when it came to practice. I he had a drive about him that not many could match. I know at the end he had some pretty ugly moments but I always felt the normal Marc was still in there somewhere. At least now he is at rest and is at peace.
The audience all turn and look behind them to see what was causing a rustling in the back of the room. The door to room swings open in walks a poorly aged Logan. Faced wrinkled by time and scars, hair partly gray. He ignores the funeral crowd, pushing straight to the tomb of his fallen comrade. Logan's old beaten hands rest onto the edge of the casket while he looks down at a cold Marc Mayhem.
Old Logan: Marc...
He leans in closer to make sure no one else can hear him.
Old Logan: I brought this for you.
He reached into his inner suit pocket, retrieving a single hotdog. Logan placed the hotdog on the chest of Mayhem's corpse.
Old Logan: You were a true Hotdog King.
As if this was military, Logan snapped his feet together, straightened his posture, and saluted Marc Mayhem. His body went limp, and he went to turn away from the casket but hesitated instead.
Old Logan: Let's ride, hotdog brother. One more time.
Reaching inside his casket, Logan pulled Marc Mayhem from his final bed, and held the corpse over his shoulder. Everyone there began to protest as Logan began walking towards the exit with Mayhem in his arms.
Mayhem Jr: What THE HELL are you doing?!
Old Logan: One final promo. One last Hotdog Kings adventure.
Mayhem Jr: Put my Father down!
He adjusts his tag partner in his arms, moving Mayhem over his shoulder, with a free hand Logan slips a Magnum Revolver out of his back waist band and cocks at it Jr.
Old Logan: Don't want to join pops too soon, do you?
The crowd sits back down to the threat of a gun. Logan leaves the funeral home with the dead Mayhem, putting him in the passenger seat of his car. The scene cuts. It reopens back in the 2030 WCF arena.
Zach Davis: I've just got word that the Hotdog Kings are returning on Slam. By gawd!
Freddy Whoa: Didn't Marc Mayhem die like a week ago?
Ellen Spice: Hotdog Kings?!
Zach Davis: Former tag team of WCF... where is Gravedigger, who is this new commentary?
Freddy Whoa: I keep telling you every week you old bag. Gravedigger put a hamster up his butt.
Zach Davis: Oh. So...?
Freddy Whoa: He's dead.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger put a hamster up his butt and he died?!
Freddy Whoa: Instantly.
The holographic tron in the arena shows a hotdog limo pull up out front outside the building.
Zach Davis: The Hotdog Kings are here!
The limo driver steps out, he walks to the back of the limo, rolls out a red carpet, and opens the door. Logan steps out, carrying Marc Mayhem's corpse with him. He walks past the cameras shot and into the Slam building.
Zach Davis: DEAD OR ALIVE THE HOTDOG KINGS ARE HERE! OH MUAH GAWD! MUSTARD 3:16! SLAM JUST GOT A CORPSE!
Freddy Whoa: ...
"I've Seen The Signs" by The Blue Dawns hits. Logan walks out onto the stage, still in his funeral suit, dragging the dead body of Marc Mayhem behind him. The audience pops. Once ringside, Logan rolls Mayhem into the ring, and follows. He stands Marc Mayhem up, leaning his stiff body against the turnbuckle. Before anything else can happen, some weird new age 2030 pop music hits the speakers.
Ellen Spice: Here come the tag team champions, Cold and Flu, THE VIRUUUS.
Freddy Whoa: They're challenging the Hotdog Kings.
Cold and Flu, a young male and female wrestler, run down the ramp and slide into the ring. Cold takes a swing at Logan, who is a little slow to duck that, due to his age, so Logan gets a shot to his jaw. The old timer falls back into the ropes. The bell rings. Cold rushes Logan with a closeline, and Logan sidesteps throwing Cold over the top rope. All this shaking of the ring causes Marc Mayhem's corpse to fall out of the turnbuckle, and his head ends up falling into Flu's nose hard enough to break it. Flu goes down flat and Mayhem's corpse falls on top of Flu. The referee counts while Logan makes sure Cold stays outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Zach Davis: MUSTARD 3:16! THE HOTDOG KINGS WIN!
Freddy Whoa: Says a lot about out current tag team champions if they can get pinned by a corpse.
Logan reaches down picking up Marc Mayhem and goes to raise Mayhem's hand into the air but his arm becomes detached from his body. Logan fails to notice this. The crowd stares while Logan walks around the ring holding Marc Mayhem's arm in the air. Finally, he looks over to see Mayhem's corpse still on the matt - missing a limb. Logan looks at the arm he's holding and then to Mayhem.
Ellen Spice: Oh boy.
The scene switches back to Logan's car. Mayhem, with his arm back on, which Logan glued back on, sits shotgun with Logan parked at a park. Logan eats a hotdog, offering Mayhem a bite every now and then that he never takes.
Old Logan: Never told you this. Was always afraid it'd weaken or mess with your drive or pysche in some way... but... good job, Mayhem.
He takes a bite of hotdog and pauses.
Old Logan: Good job.
A lump forms in Logan's wrinkled throat as he turns the ignition.
Old Logan: Best tag team partner a guy could ever ask for.
He places the rest of the hotdog in Mayhem's hand, wrapping his cold fingers around it. Logan guns the car through the trail of woods, straight towards the edge of a cliff. Memories of a younger Mayhem and Logan play dimly over the screen; the pair being trapped on toilets for 24 hours, unable to stop shitting, the two riding donkeys and shooting cap guns at giant tomatoes, many memories, and finally... Marc Mayhem and Logan, sitting some place quiet, eating hotdogs.
Old Logan: HOTDOG KINGS!
He screams at the top of his lungs as the car flies over the edge of the cliff. The cameras fade.
THE NOTE
Inside Marc house we find a large stack of papers sitting in the middle of a desk. Upon closer inspection we find the large stack of papers is a Suicide Letter left by Marc Mayhem. Here is what is some of what the pages contain.
To whoever the hell find this,
This is Mayhem here. I am writing this to let you know I have decided to end it all but before I go I got some shit to get off my chest and you’re gonna read it. Now as fair warning this letter was written over a 15 year time span so the majority of it takes place well before these plans were set in motion. This whole thing started out as a journal that marc’s shrink recommend that Marc should do. She thought it was a good way for him to vent his frustrations. I know, what a pussy way to do that. It makes his look like Chelsea Armstrong I mean god could you be more gay. Me personally I always preferred to just kick someone’s ass. Which Actually is what this is all about. So please read and enjoy some of Marc and Mine inner most thoughts.
Marc: So this is entry number 1 after meeting with my shrink and telling her about the episodes I have been having she told me I need to get my thoughts out on paper so they
Do not fester in me and create the persona I call MAYHEM. So here I go.
XIII on 3/13/2015
So here I am in a match with three of the most delusional wrestlers in the WCF. I mean I have been on a terror recently ever since I joined the Hotdog Kings. I have been Main eventing Slam and I have out wrestled former champs. Hell a few weeks ago Logan and I gave to reigning Tag Team champs the Poondock Saints all they can handle. So Naturally I was rewarded for my great wrestling with a match to become the number 1 contender for the hardcore Championship. All I got to do is survive the 1000 Light Tube against Oblivion, Apocalypse and SwitchFever. Everyone looks at this match like it is a great match on paper but when I break it down not so much. I have got to be the favorite going in to this match. I mean Lets look at Oblivious what has he done. Well He cost the Hotdog Kings the tag title by getting pinned by the Poondocks. Then he got his ass deep fried by Scarecrow. Well I guess it is safe to say he hasn’t done shit. I keep progressing he beat me early in my career with that worthless partner holding me back. Oblivion hasn’t beaten me since. We have battles to a draw. Then we were in a Battle royal an that big ass clown didn’t beat me there either. SO as far as XIII is concerned he is a non issue.
Now on to Apocalypse. What do I even say about him? How about where has he been? I am not sure, is anyone? I heard he hurt his knee and pulled himself out of slam. Now he can compete only on PPV? I beat he doesn’t even show up to the match. Better yet I bet the crowd doesn’t even notice he isn’t there. What more can you expect from Mr. Irrelevant of the WCF. Shit I would bet BioHazard would put up a better fight. We seeing how I have already beaten him I will find out.
The last one I got to talk about is SwitchFever. Man I heard he was good at one point. But then again Michael Jackson was black at one point too. So what does that say shit changes. People change. Like I give a fuck that he was good. All I see is some weird hooked on ICP standing in my way for a title shot. So he is going to get his clown ass knocked out.
OH MY GOD THIS IS MAYHEM AGAIN! I can’t believe Marc is writing all this shit down. I am going to have to have a talk with him. There is no way I am letting him wrestle this Match. I am gonna have to take over and win this thing for us. He just doesn’t know yet. Just incase Marc doesn’t write about our chat here this is how it will go. MARC I AM WRESTLING THIS MATCH FOR US. PERIOD.
Madison Wisconsin
0130hrs
Red Blue Red Blue. The colors cut through the midnight sky and cascade on to bricks walls only to be over taken again by the black of night. A lone police cruiser is driving down a city street that has been deserted. The street is still, still as only the winter can bring. The police car slows as it comes to an alley way on its passenger side. The cruiser comes to a stop and adjusts it spotlight down the alley. As the alley lights up it reveals a parked Ford Expedition. The officer steps out of the car proceeds down the alley as he rests one hand on his pistol and the other free hand reaches up to his lapel radio.
Officer: Show me out at the location of the mysterious vehicle. The vehicle appears to be abandoned send a tow over to my location.
Radio: Copy that.
As the officer gets closer to the vehicle he pulls out his flashlight and begins to look in to the back windows. The windows are tinted making it hard to see in the vehicle. The closer he looks the windows look almost if they are frosted inside the vehicle. The officer gets to the driver side door jam and reaches for the handle and pulls. The door unlatches and slowly opens as the officer pulls it. A metallic tangy sent is released from the vehicle and fills the officers nose and mouth. The officer shines the light in to the driver cab and sees a body slouched over in to the passenger seat. He begins to poke the body with the butt end of the flash light.
Officer: Hey Buddy wake up. Go home this isn’t the place to sleep one off.
The officer starts to point the body harder. When there is no movement the officer reaches out and begins to shake the person violently.
Officer: HEY BUDDY WAKE UP
The officer pulls his hand back and looks down at it as he tries to figure out why it is slick and sticky at the same time. He shines his flash light on it and reveals it is covered in blood. The officer stumbles back dropping his flash light which reveals the cab is painted with blood. The officer draws his gun while reaching for his lapel radio with his now free hand as he continues to back away.
Officer: HOLY SHIT.
Radio: Officer?
The officer gathers himself from the initial shock of finding the John Doe and gathers himself.
Officer: yeah I’m here. Code pink to my location
Radio: Copy officer code pink to your location.
You know it is funny we call it a code pink so the general public with scanners don’t know what we are talking about. The brass thought it was a good idea to have such a meek color describe such a disturbing situation.
The officer walks back to his car and to his car and opens the trunk. He pulls out the yellow caution tape out and closed down the alley. Just as he finished taping off the entrance to the alley an ambulance pulls up the passenger rolls down.
Medic: What he got down there?
Officer: Some John Doe dead looks like it self inflicted.
Medic: Jesus really who the hell kills themselves on Christmas for fuck sake.
Officer: No shit right! Just what I wanna deal with today…..
December 26th , 2030
Madison Journal
MARC MAYHEM
Suddenly passed away at the age of 42 on December 25th. Marc was born in Madison Wisconsin and spent most of his life here. He will always be remembered as a World Class Wrestler and Champion. Marc started his grappling career at the age of 8, when he trained and competed in the Russian Martial Art Sambo. After successfully winning on the biggest stages of that sport Marc made the transition to Pro wrestling in late 2014. While he had a long successful career in the WCF it was always speculated that at his first XIII PPV (Pay Per View) Marc sustained head trauma. Although that House of 1000 Lights match was over a decade ago it is believed that the trauma he endured caused Marc to have an aggressive personality that became worsen as time went on. In the late stages of his life some felt he could no longer control nor hide his split personality.
Surviving Marc are Marc Jr. and Rocco (Sons)
Calling hours will be held on December 28th at 10 Am which will be followed by the private funeral after.
December 28th, 2030
Madison, Wisconsin
Falcon’s Funeral Home
1300hrs
We enter a room whose air is thick with somber and remorse. Inside the room sit’s an audience of 250 people all dressed in the blacks and grays of mourning while they hide there eyes with dark sunglasses. Slightly elevated at the front of the audience is a open casket that holds their fallen Friend, Rival, Partner, Father, or Family. A hush falls over the group as a man dressed in a Black suit with matching shirt and tie makes his way up to a podium that is to the right of the casket. The man makes a stop at the casket and knees and says a few word to the fallen Marc Mayhem before heading up to the Microphone.
Man: Hello everyone it brings me a heavy heart to be able to address you all under these circumstances. Today I was asked to say a few words about Marc. We all will remember his differently some as a Champ or Hotdog Kings or a Father. I don’t think any of use will forget as much as we try his El Danger Loco stage when he thought he was a Luche Libre.
The audience gives a small chuckle as the mood lightens for the moment.
Man: The good thing about Marc was he was always there for us. No matter how bad the fight was he never backed down. He was the first one in the ring and the last one out when it came to practice. I he had a drive about him that not many could match. I know at the end he had some pretty ugly moments but I always felt the normal Marc was still in there somewhere. At least now he is at rest and is at peace.
The audience all turn and look behind them to see what was causing a rustling in the back of the room. The door to room swings open in walks a poorly aged Logan. Faced wrinkled by time and scars, hair partly gray. He ignores the funeral crowd, pushing straight to the tomb of his fallen comrade. Logan's old beaten hands rest onto the edge of the casket while he looks down at a cold Marc Mayhem.
Old Logan: Marc...
He leans in closer to make sure no one else can hear him.
Old Logan: I brought this for you.
He reached into his inner suit pocket, retrieving a single hotdog. Logan placed the hotdog on the chest of Mayhem's corpse.
Old Logan: You were a true Hotdog King.
As if this was military, Logan snapped his feet together, straightened his posture, and saluted Marc Mayhem. His body went limp, and he went to turn away from the casket but hesitated instead.
Old Logan: Let's ride, hotdog brother. One more time.
Reaching inside his casket, Logan pulled Marc Mayhem from his final bed, and held the corpse over his shoulder. Everyone there began to protest as Logan began walking towards the exit with Mayhem in his arms.
Mayhem Jr: What THE HELL are you doing?!
Old Logan: One final promo. One last Hotdog Kings adventure.
Mayhem Jr: Put my Father down!
He adjusts his tag partner in his arms, moving Mayhem over his shoulder, with a free hand Logan slips a Magnum Revolver out of his back waist band and cocks at it Jr.
Old Logan: Don't want to join pops too soon, do you?
The crowd sits back down to the threat of a gun. Logan leaves the funeral home with the dead Mayhem, putting him in the passenger seat of his car. The scene cuts. It reopens back in the 2030 WCF arena.
Zach Davis: I've just got word that the Hotdog Kings are returning on Slam. By gawd!
Freddy Whoa: Didn't Marc Mayhem die like a week ago?
Ellen Spice: Hotdog Kings?!
Zach Davis: Former tag team of WCF... where is Gravedigger, who is this new commentary?
Freddy Whoa: I keep telling you every week you old bag. Gravedigger put a hamster up his butt.
Zach Davis: Oh. So...?
Freddy Whoa: He's dead.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger put a hamster up his butt and he died?!
Freddy Whoa: Instantly.
The holographic tron in the arena shows a hotdog limo pull up out front outside the building.
Zach Davis: The Hotdog Kings are here!
The limo driver steps out, he walks to the back of the limo, rolls out a red carpet, and opens the door. Logan steps out, carrying Marc Mayhem's corpse with him. He walks past the cameras shot and into the Slam building.
Zach Davis: DEAD OR ALIVE THE HOTDOG KINGS ARE HERE! OH MUAH GAWD! MUSTARD 3:16! SLAM JUST GOT A CORPSE!
Freddy Whoa: ...
"I've Seen The Signs" by The Blue Dawns hits. Logan walks out onto the stage, still in his funeral suit, dragging the dead body of Marc Mayhem behind him. The audience pops. Once ringside, Logan rolls Mayhem into the ring, and follows. He stands Marc Mayhem up, leaning his stiff body against the turnbuckle. Before anything else can happen, some weird new age 2030 pop music hits the speakers.
Ellen Spice: Here come the tag team champions, Cold and Flu, THE VIRUUUS.
Freddy Whoa: They're challenging the Hotdog Kings.
Cold and Flu, a young male and female wrestler, run down the ramp and slide into the ring. Cold takes a swing at Logan, who is a little slow to duck that, due to his age, so Logan gets a shot to his jaw. The old timer falls back into the ropes. The bell rings. Cold rushes Logan with a closeline, and Logan sidesteps throwing Cold over the top rope. All this shaking of the ring causes Marc Mayhem's corpse to fall out of the turnbuckle, and his head ends up falling into Flu's nose hard enough to break it. Flu goes down flat and Mayhem's corpse falls on top of Flu. The referee counts while Logan makes sure Cold stays outside.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Zach Davis: MUSTARD 3:16! THE HOTDOG KINGS WIN!
Freddy Whoa: Says a lot about out current tag team champions if they can get pinned by a corpse.
Logan reaches down picking up Marc Mayhem and goes to raise Mayhem's hand into the air but his arm becomes detached from his body. Logan fails to notice this. The crowd stares while Logan walks around the ring holding Marc Mayhem's arm in the air. Finally, he looks over to see Mayhem's corpse still on the matt - missing a limb. Logan looks at the arm he's holding and then to Mayhem.
Ellen Spice: Oh boy.
The scene switches back to Logan's car. Mayhem, with his arm back on, which Logan glued back on, sits shotgun with Logan parked at a park. Logan eats a hotdog, offering Mayhem a bite every now and then that he never takes.
Old Logan: Never told you this. Was always afraid it'd weaken or mess with your drive or pysche in some way... but... good job, Mayhem.
He takes a bite of hotdog and pauses.
Old Logan: Good job.
A lump forms in Logan's wrinkled throat as he turns the ignition.
Old Logan: Best tag team partner a guy could ever ask for.
He places the rest of the hotdog in Mayhem's hand, wrapping his cold fingers around it. Logan guns the car through the trail of woods, straight towards the edge of a cliff. Memories of a younger Mayhem and Logan play dimly over the screen; the pair being trapped on toilets for 24 hours, unable to stop shitting, the two riding donkeys and shooting cap guns at giant tomatoes, many memories, and finally... Marc Mayhem and Logan, sitting some place quiet, eating hotdogs.
Old Logan: HOTDOG KINGS!
He screams at the top of his lungs as the car flies over the edge of the cliff. The cameras fade.
THE NOTE
Inside Marc house we find a large stack of papers sitting in the middle of a desk. Upon closer inspection we find the large stack of papers is a Suicide Letter left by Marc Mayhem. Here is what is some of what the pages contain.
To whoever the hell find this,
This is Mayhem here. I am writing this to let you know I have decided to end it all but before I go I got some shit to get off my chest and you’re gonna read it. Now as fair warning this letter was written over a 15 year time span so the majority of it takes place well before these plans were set in motion. This whole thing started out as a journal that marc’s shrink recommend that Marc should do. She thought it was a good way for him to vent his frustrations. I know, what a pussy way to do that. It makes his look like Chelsea Armstrong I mean god could you be more gay. Me personally I always preferred to just kick someone’s ass. Which Actually is what this is all about. So please read and enjoy some of Marc and Mine inner most thoughts.
Marc: So this is entry number 1 after meeting with my shrink and telling her about the episodes I have been having she told me I need to get my thoughts out on paper so they
Do not fester in me and create the persona I call MAYHEM. So here I go.
XIII on 3/13/2015
So here I am in a match with three of the most delusional wrestlers in the WCF. I mean I have been on a terror recently ever since I joined the Hotdog Kings. I have been Main eventing Slam and I have out wrestled former champs. Hell a few weeks ago Logan and I gave to reigning Tag Team champs the Poondock Saints all they can handle. So Naturally I was rewarded for my great wrestling with a match to become the number 1 contender for the hardcore Championship. All I got to do is survive the 1000 Light Tube against Oblivion, Apocalypse and SwitchFever. Everyone looks at this match like it is a great match on paper but when I break it down not so much. I have got to be the favorite going in to this match. I mean Lets look at Oblivious what has he done. Well He cost the Hotdog Kings the tag title by getting pinned by the Poondocks. Then he got his ass deep fried by Scarecrow. Well I guess it is safe to say he hasn’t done shit. I keep progressing he beat me early in my career with that worthless partner holding me back. Oblivion hasn’t beaten me since. We have battles to a draw. Then we were in a Battle royal an that big ass clown didn’t beat me there either. SO as far as XIII is concerned he is a non issue.
Now on to Apocalypse. What do I even say about him? How about where has he been? I am not sure, is anyone? I heard he hurt his knee and pulled himself out of slam. Now he can compete only on PPV? I beat he doesn’t even show up to the match. Better yet I bet the crowd doesn’t even notice he isn’t there. What more can you expect from Mr. Irrelevant of the WCF. Shit I would bet BioHazard would put up a better fight. We seeing how I have already beaten him I will find out.
The last one I got to talk about is SwitchFever. Man I heard he was good at one point. But then again Michael Jackson was black at one point too. So what does that say shit changes. People change. Like I give a fuck that he was good. All I see is some weird hooked on ICP standing in my way for a title shot. So he is going to get his clown ass knocked out.
OH MY GOD THIS IS MAYHEM AGAIN! I can’t believe Marc is writing all this shit down. I am going to have to have a talk with him. There is no way I am letting him wrestle this Match. I am gonna have to take over and win this thing for us. He just doesn’t know yet. Just incase Marc doesn’t write about our chat here this is how it will go. MARC I AM WRESTLING THIS MATCH FOR US. PERIOD.
