Post by marcmayhem on Mar 13, 2015 7:22:05 GMT -5
North Eastern hospital
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The room is white and has a smell about it the smell is a combination of stale linins and sterile bandages. Inside the room there is a bright light that has a brightness that is all encompassing and painful to look at. In the room there lays a man who is hooked up to IVs a and a collection of different machines that are monitoring the mans vitals and brain activity. The man lays still and motionless in a state of induced peace.
Uuuugggghhhh what time is it? Why is my alarm clock going off? WHAT THE HELL I CAN’T MOVE MY ARMS. I CANT STOP THIS BEEPING. WHERE THE FUCK AM I? AAAAAHHHHHH MY EYES WON’T OPEN. I CAN NOT OPEN MY EYES. OH MY GOD AM I DEAD? MOTHER FUCKER I DIED! HOW THE FUCK DID I DIE? WAIT I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO THINK. NO NO NO NO SON OF A BITCH THEY BURIED ME ALIVE? AWW WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.
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Two nurses enter the hospital room where Marc Mayhem is lying in the bed. He is bandaged up with head wrapped around his forehead, which has a slight blood stain starting grow on the wrap. Marc is lying there motionless.
Wait what was that noise? Was that a door opening? HELP HELP HELP. I can not hear my voice shit. OK Focus Marc move your arm! Wave it as high as you can.
In the room one of the nurses, whose name tag says Becky, is standing at the foot of the bed checking a chart. The other nurse whose is standing near marc head looking at the bandage.
Becky: Nicole check those vitals his heart is racing.
Nicole: Holy shit his heart is racing and his brain activity is off the charts.
Becky: His hand just twitch?
Wait voices someone is near me. OK you gotta do this open you eyes marc.
Nicole: Hey Becky his eyes are starting to flutter give him another dose.
Becky: I got it give me one minute.
I am in a room it is fuzzy but I am in a room and there are two nurses here. So hard to keep my eyes open. Hey nurse where am I? Why am I here?
Marc: Gugmaha hdnkj
Nicole: Oh shhhh honey it is ok we are taking care of you.
Becky takes a needle and injects something in to the iv that causes marcs eyes to flutter a little more then they close.
Nicole: Man that works quick huh.
Becky: It works well that’s for sure. He is in a sleep like state now but he will get deeper under. The doctor has to check him before we can bring him out all together.
I am in a hospital, where though? How did I get how the hell did I get here? What is the last thing I remember?
March 10th 2015
Ruth Chris Steak House
Scene opens inside a restaurant with Marc sitting at a table with a man dressed in an Armani suit. Marc is dressed in jeans and button down shirt and is looking horribly out of place at this white tablecloth establishment.
Marc: Hey it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Froman.
Abe Froman: Please call me Abe and thank you for meeting with me on such late notice. I know you have a big match on Friday. What kind of match is that again? 1000 lights or something?
Marc: Oh yeah its called House of a 1000 light tubes….
Abe Froman: Oh yeah that is it. It sounds pretty brutal. Which is something we need to talk about. Now as you know I left you a voicemail about sponsoring the Hotdog Kings. Now I know Logan couldn’t make it today I am sure we will connect with him later. But as you can see I brought a standard contract for you to look over and sign. There is just on stipulation these kind of matches do not fit our family friendly model. I mean we can’t have the children who eat Beefo hotdogs watching there famous personality getting maimed week in week out.
Marc: Look Abe the contract looks fine but I do not control my match booking and this is wrestling ….
Abe Froman: I know what this is , I am not sure you do. Look I am not interested in Marc Mayhem changing what he does. I need you to be our mascot. Here is what you need to know I am going to pay you handsomely with this sponsorship all you need to do is wrestle.
Marc looks down at the contract as Abe slides it in front of him with a pen on top off it. Marc flips over the top page and see a large figure of money written down at the top. The sight of the sum of causes marc to smile as he looks up at Froman for reassurance, he is greeted by a smile and a nod from his future partner. Marc .flips to the last page of the contract and signs as Abe looks on in approval.
Abe Froman: Excellent choice! Now eat your steak you need to keep up your energy.
Marc: Thank you I look forward to…….
North Eastern hospital
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
A doctor walks in to the hospital room that is holding Marc and makes his way over to Mayhems bed charts. While flipping through the charts the Doctor Looks at his watch and realizes another dose is needed when someone walks in to the room behind the doctor.
Doctor: OH wow you startled me! I didn’t hear you come in.
Man: Oh I am sorry I am just hear to check on Marc. Is he going to be ok?
Doctor: I believe so. We aren’t sure why he blacked out but we are just keeping him sedated while we observe him to make sure he is ok mentally.
The doctor pulls out a vial of clear liquid and takes a pull off it with a syringe as he walks over to Marc’s IV and injects the liquid in to the port.
Man: hmm Well how long will that take?
Doctor: I understand your concern for your… Friend?
Man: Partner Business partner.
Doctor: Oh I see well it is all up to Marc how quickly he is back on his feet but don’t worry we are taking good care of him.
Man: Well maybe there is something that can be done to make sure he is recovered by Sunday night? I know I would be very appreciative
Doctor: I am sure something could be done. Mr.?
Man: Please call me……
North Eastern Hospital
Marc is laying in his bed resting peacefully as a shadow starts to cover his body. The is a cloud of a translucent fog that begins to from over marc. The fog slowly starts taking shape. It is the shape of a man a familiar man.
Shape: Hey Boudle wakie wakie eggs and bakie.
Mayhem begins to stir and eyes open and see the shape hovering over him.
Marc: Logan what the fuck are you doing here? And why are you hovering over me?
Shape: Shhhh I am not Logan I am Cratchet From Connector City.
Marc: What Cratchet from Connector City? What the hell man.
Cratchet: Listen Mayhem I have come to warn you. You will be visited by three ghosts today.
Marc: Oh Jesus three ghost really nice touch. Ok so why will I be visited by three ghosts.
Cratchet: They are three ghosts from WCF. They are here for blood.
Marc: Why ? What did I do.
Cratchet slowly starts to dissipate as quickly as he appeared.
Marc: What Logan!
Cratchet: You Mean Cratchet?
Marc: UGHHH Fine Cratchet what do I need to do?
Cratchet: You need to stop you’re jobber ways before you turn in to one of them.
Marc rolls his eyes and pulls a pillow over his face to block the light of the incoming morning sun. As soon as Marc can close his eyes and drift back in to a slumber he is greeted by a
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.
Marc pulls the pillow off his face and sees a large man in a red hockey mask standing at the foot of his bed. The man is breathing heavily in a Darth Vader fashion. Marc sits up in his bed so he can address his unwelcome visitor.
Marc: Hello sir and who are you supposed to be.
The masked man just stands there staring at marc all the while still breathing heavily.
Marc: Look man you came to me so speak up.
Masked Man: I am the ghost of Jobber Present. I have come to warn you of the dangers of becoming a jobber. You need to change you ways, Sure things are going ok now but things can change on a dime.
Marc: what do you mean?
Ghost: I am a reminder that a gimmick can be played to long. For years I was feared as a monster. A man who shocked crowds with my kidnapping and excessive violence. I am hear to warn you that….
Marc: Whoa How long did you have that gimmick?
Ghost: Well it is hard to say maybe 5 years. It all seemed to be going so well I won titles in the past but fan got tired of me and I lost my edge. Next thing I know my opponents learned my tricks and game planned around me.
Marc: Didn’t you realize something was wrong and you weren’t winning?
Ghost: It is hard when youre in the moment you always think you just kidnap another girl or blow up a camera crew in some creep dungeon and it will all return to how it was.
A cloud of translucent fog begins to appear behind the ghost.
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUDD!
Marc gets a confused look on his face as he now sees two images of the ghost of jobber present but one is wearing a brown hockey mask and is pudgier and holding a spiked board.
Marc: Who that’s cool it looks like you did learn a new trick!
Ghost of Jobber Present: What trick?
The ghost turns and is face to face with the similar looking ghost. The ghost of present lifts his right arm the new ghost follows his motion. The ghost of present then places the raised arm hand on top of his head. This caused the new ghost to do the same. Ghost of present then places his other arm on his stomach. The new ghost also mirrors this motion as well. The ghost of jobber present then begins to rub his stomach while patting his head at the same time. The new ghost tried to keep up but can not and just starts rubbing his head and belly.
Ghost of Jobber Present: Damn It I knew it was you.
Marc: Wait this isn’t some new fresh gimmick for you to break your jobber ways?
Ghost of Jobber Present: No, This is what happens when you stick around to long. You get a copy cat.
Now every time the Ghost of Present talks the new ghost tries to say everything he says but is slightly delayed.
Marc: OH well then this is awkward
Ghost of Jobber Present: Tell me about it. He is from the same place I am he is a monster like me. He is all scary Hell we even have the same shrink. Only this is he isn’t as good as me. I know Copying is the greatest complement but he tried to replicate but could not duplicate.
The New ghost steps forward.
Ghost of Copy Cat Jobber: I am the ghost of Jobber Cat. I use others good gimmicks as my own. I alter them and do not associate with them.
Marc: hmmm I see
Ghost of Copy Cat Jobber : I know you have taken on a new identity, one similar to Logan but we are different. You use that because you are in a team, I do not team with my copied jobber. I also disappear from time to time and take breaks from being active. But I always return and with no new tricks because I am a copy of the Ghost of Jobber Present.
Ghost of Jobber Present: Hey what does that mean?
Ghost of Copy Cat Jobber:…….
Another cloud of fog begins to appear in the room
Marc: Ok this is just getting silly now.
Ghost of jobber present: oh jeez he is here now too?
Ghost of Copy Cat Jobber: Oh jeez he is here now too?
THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK
The third cloud now turns in to the shape of a clown a sad old looking hobo who is in need of a meal.
Ghost of Jobber Past: I am the ghost of Jobber Past and I am here to warn you of the downfalls of making a comeback. I left on top of my game I was riding high but I lost my money and now I am back but I am not as good as I once was. I came back to earn a few bucks but it will costs me my legacy. I no longer have the edge I once had and I get trampled. I am now forever remembered as the guy who was once great but worked past his prime and became a jobber.
The ghost of Jobber Past looks around and sees the other two ghost.
Ghost of Jobber Present: Oh for fuck sake didn’t you two get my email? We aren’t all supposed to be here at once. I told you the order is present then copy cat then past.
Ghost of Copy Cat Jobber: Oh for fuck sake didn’t you two get my email? We aren’t all supposed to be here at once. I told you the order is present then copy cat then past.
Ghost of Jobber Past: Fuck you present, it is always about you and trying to get that shocking moment. If you went in chronological order Past comes before present hence it is being called Past.
All three Ghosts start fighting each other while Marc watches from his bed annoyed. Marc gets annoyed with all the bickering so he pulls the pillow back over his head and falls back asleep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Inside the hospital room Marc is still lying in the bed. He is laying still in a deep slumber with an odd look on his face. A look that is only expressed when one is truly confused and terrified. This is the look of a man that can not comprehend what is happening.
Marc Mayhem’s Subconscious
We are in an Office. A large penthouse office that is on the top floor of some unknown skyscraper. The skyline view from the windows is an architectural marvel but it is not a familiar one. Marc is sitting at a chair in front of a large ornate desk that is home for a large leather chair. The chair has its back to Marc. Marc is sitting blanked faced while the chair begins to spin around to face him. Marc is now sitting in shock as he is sitting face to face with himself. Only this Marc is familiar yet different. His look are the same minus the five o’clock shadow. The biggest difference is the eyes. This new Marc’s eyes are cold and empty of any feeling. It is like looking in to the blackest of pits only to find more darkness.
Marc: Who are you?
Mayhem: Oh Marc how far you have fallen. You don’t even remember your real self when you see him. I am everything you are. I am everything you want. Where you are weak I am strong. Where you struggle I strive. I am Mayhem!
Mayhem: See you are speechless just another sign of your weakness. I am what you are trying to hide. You can go play around as a Hotdog King. I will take matters in to my own hands.
Marc: I wait what about the match at XIII I got us in to this match. When we win this match we get a shot at the hardcore champ.
Mayhem: Exactly Marc. You think that soft family guy image you got going now is going to propel us to victory in this match? You need a ruthless son of bitch for a match like this.
Marc: Hey I have handled myself again Oblivion before and now We got three Monsters in front of us.
Mayhem: Exactly what I am saying Marc you see them as monsters I see them for what they really are.
Marc: Oh you see them as something else please enlighten me.
Mayhem: Okay Marc sit back and learn something. Where you see this Monster Oblivion this is what I see. I see a man who is struggling to survive. He is walking around doing the same old routine he always done. He is oblivious that he is a relic of how this were once done. The world has evolved around him. How else do you explain the fact he has only won 1 match since November. That is 5 months with 1 win. Well 2 wins if you count a tag match that Johnny Reb had to carry him. It is time we put him down for ever. He is begging for it. Remember last week he was hurt that we neglected to mention him in our interview with Billy K. Then he goes on to say how we slighted him and how it was an error in judgment. Do you see Marc, he was crying out for attention. He couldn’t handle the truth that he is no threat to us. He was great a one point but his time has passed and that is the reason we failed to mention him. Simply put Marc this monster you call Oblivion is nothing more then a shell of his former self, a punching bag . He has been reduced to a gatekeeper for new combers to springboard off, which is exactly what we are going to do.
Now let me address the so called Monster Apocalypse. What has he ever done for us to notice him? Really Marc why should he be feared? what accolade of his demands our respect? All I see is a mouse who is known for scurrying away for periods of time. Hey Apocalypse you need to realize if you are irrelevant when you disappear and take a break from the ring, with a so called injury. You will be even less relevant when you return. You have come and gone so many times people have forgotten how bad you are that is the only reason you are in this match. Marc, when you look at him do you really see a monster? Or do you see a wrestler, who is one step away from becoming the next Adam Young flunky of the week. In fact Apocalypse why don’t you do that, after this match go join up with the Cartel and you can rule the Jobber battle royal cluster fuck match that happens weekly on Slam. You know the one in the middle of the card. The ones no one cares about. It is a perfect fit because no one cares about you or you lack of wrestling ability.
Marc: Well Mayhem you have a good point with those two but I noticed you neglected Switchfever.
Mayhem: Oh Marc, I didn’t forget the Great SwitchFever I saved him for last. You see Marc Switch Fever is similar to our good friend Oblivion but a much more sad case. SwitchFever was once great now he is nothing more than the jock from high school who continues to go to high school parties long after you graduated. He shows up at our PPV just to remind himself of glory days and to tell himself he is awesome. Deep down he hates himself. Why else would he paint his red hair. Although who can blame him who wants to be a soul less ginger. So Marc I ask you why should we fear SwitchFever. Because he is an unknown to us? Or should we fear him because others tell us we should? No we will not fear him. You think this old washed up bum can walk back in to the WCF and make a name off of us? No he can not. When was the last time SwitchFever saw a wrestling ring? Better point when was the last time someone cared about SwitchFever? But wait Mayhem isn’t he a weapon specialist? Please what is this weapon specialist going to do when I break a Tube light in his ass? I will tell you Marc. NOT A GOD DAMN THING!
North Eastern Hospital
Marc quickly jolts up from his slumber and is sitting up in a cold sweat and is breathing heavily. Sitting in the corner of the room is Abe Froman. He was startled by Marc abrupt waking but has since gathered himself and walks his way over to Marc.
Abe: Well look who decided to wake up. How are you feeling Marc?
Marc: Ugh I feel like I have been through Hell and back. Where am I and what day is it?
Abe: Marc your in a hospital in Philly. Don’t worry I was making sure the Medical staff here is giving you their full attention. As for the Day it is March 14th.
Marc: The 14th shit I missed my match.
Abe: No you wrestled in that match and afterward while in the shower you collapsed. They rushed you here for testing. It was a very vicious match. People have been saying it is like you were a different person out there. Do you wanna know what happened
Marc gets a little smirk on his face and his eyes start to get a dead look in them.
Marc: No need to tell me what happened I already know.
Abe: umm ok well lets get you out of here we need to get you to slam for your debut.
Marc: Debut? What are you talking about I have been in the WCF for 5 months.
Abe pulls out a wrestling mask and shows marc.
Abe: Remember our contract I told you I don’t want Marc Mayhem. I just need you as a wrestler you will now be the Beefo Avenger.
Abe: Remember our contract that you Signed. I own you. You better be there.
Abe throws the mask at Marc and walks out of the room.
Camera Fades out.