Post by Zombie Marcus on Jan 12, 2024 18:38:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Zombie Marcus sitting on a wooden stool, dressed in black slacks, black loafers and gray socks. He wears a black turtleneck as well, used mainly to cover the shock collar which is used to keep him from attacking everyone all the time. His dirty black hair has been washed and pulled back into a ponytail. His face has been given a heavy dose of make up to cover up his rotting cheeks and oversize sunglasses cover his decaying eyes, thought he can still see very well…. We think. A lapel mic is attached to his shirt, and he looks very much like John Walsh getting ready to give us that monotone welcome to America’s Most Wanted. He, Marcus, not John, begins talking in that calm, raspy voice he was known for as “The Prince of Pain” Marcus Ka’Derrion, so clearly his vocal chords having rot yet...
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…Or not. Someone in the background yells “CUT!” and then the producer is heard talking to the guys in the studio.
Did we not turn on the ZT3K (zombie translator 3000) or is there an issue? Come on guys, you know we can only keep him still for so long!
Someone in the background apologizes, saying they fixed it and they start a countdown from 5. Zombie Marcus, looking very much like he wants to take a bite out of someone, follows the countdown, sighs and as they reach zero, he begins again reluctantly.
Hello Outsiders, I know I am new to you and you probably have a lot of questions as to how I, a well decorated wrestler and Hall of Famer, became, simply put, the walking dead.
Well, it all started in 1989, at TPW’s RetroMania pay-per-view, after the ending of a triple threat match between Chris Page, Larry Tact, the current International champ, and me. I lost the match, I wasn’t the one pinned, but my arm was not raised in victory and so I suffered my biggest defeat since I’ve came out of retirement in 2020, but let me not get sidetracked.
While everyone was celebrating Larry Tact’s big win, while the ref was too busy raising his hand for the longest time AND while staff and EMTs were checking on Page to make sure that the twenty-time geezer, excuse me, “champion” WAS OKAY, I was left hung out to dry on the steel cage as it was pulled up to the rafters… How did I get there you wonder? Well, here is a clip.
Zombie Marcus awkwardly points to a corner and a picture-in-picture frame appears, showing what happened during that match. That picture takes over the screen so we get a bigger view of the events.
We return to Zombie Marcus.
Now I won’t show you the clip of the cage being raised and me hanging from it because it looks quite disturbing, but trust me when I tell you that NO ONE noticed. Not even the so-called fans who said they were one hundred percent behind me in my quest for the gold. Nobody cared to check on “The Prince of Pain” Marcus Ka’Derrion, TPW’s Caribbean Cup Champion! Apparently, everyone just assumed I had walked back to the locker room under my own after suffering defeat… Again, I was not defeated, Chris was the one that ate the pin, as he should, because in my eyes he is overrated and shouldn’t have been the champion in the first place but that’s a story for another day…
Today’s story is this: imagine being forgotten about, left behind, not a thought in anyone’s mind as we traveled back in time from 1989 to 2023…
Oh right, I forgot to explain the whole 1989 thing didn’t I? Well, as crazy as it sounds, TPW’s Retromania pay-per-view took place in the past. I don’t know how Terry Marshall did it, but he pretty much transported an arena full to 1989… Very cool right? Time travel was definitely a thing last year.
So after returning, everyone vacated the arena, they just left the steel cage up there, with me on it, knocked the fuck out! And so, after who knows how many days, I died… Yup, I never woke up, maybe I was in a coma, who knows?! But because we live in a world where we can time travel, where anything is possible, I came back to life…
As a zombie…
As I re-animated and began to move around, my rotting corpse fell from the rafters. Thankfully the ring broke my fall and after re-adjusting my bones and removing some excess skin, I was able to get up and stumble out of the arena… I got so many weird looks; some were even disgusted by my appearance… is this what being Matt Knox is like? Those people were just lucky my hunger hadn’t kicked in yet, or I would have looked like Lord Alton at the Sunday morning Golden Corral buffet… After a few days I managed to find my way home and the first thing I did was scare the shit out of my maid… She’s dead now, poor thing… Not from the scare, I ate her… She was delicious, I must admit… She definitely reinvigorated me… and you know what? I am really good at cooking and dancing reggaeton now, go figure.
Am I like R now in that Warm Bodies movie?
Since then, almost eight months now, I have been walking the earth, looking like an extra on the set of World War Z, with the only difference being that I can’t move that fast… They must be on acid or something. So, as I got caught up with the world, I noticed TPW had moved on without me, onto their next pay-per-view, The Bohemian Bash and the main event of the card was their version of the royal rumble with the winner getting a shot at the international champion… WHY DID THAT EVENT EVEN HAPPEN? I should have been the one facing Larry Tact since a) I didn’t get my 1 on 1 match at RetroMania to accommodate that loser Page and b) I wasn’t pinned! But no, Peter Vaughn ended up getting the shot and he won the title… again… Ugh… I know my stablemates like him, but I don’t know him, and frankly, like a lot of guys, I am tired of seeing his face as a World Champion… International, whatever… I heard he recently lost the title… See, you should have let me be the one… What, zombies can’t be champions?
ZOMBIES LIVES MATTER!
In case you are wondering how I became the #1 contender? Pretty much the same way I’m about to become the #1 contender to any title in Outsiders… By entering a multi-person match, that one was a battle royal, outlasting nineteen other wrestlers, most of which were fillers and I see that in this, “loose change in the pocket” match, we have a lot of fillers too… Donnie Harris, Axis, Lord Allton, BRADDOCK, Crash Rodriguez, SYNN, and Eric Drake to name a few…
I see also that my archnemesis Terry Marshall is in this too… Ah yes, I remember you Terry… We had some epic battles in the GCWA tag division, you as a member of S.E.X., me as a member of Sins of the Fathers… But that was a long time ago, a previous life I could almost say, and now, you are just like the rest in this match: pieces of meat on two sticks…
I’m probably going to starve myself the night before this match so I go in extra hungry to munch on all of my opponents. If I had any feelings left, I would feel bad about having to ruin the pretty faces of Veronica Strader, Vhodka Black,and Matt Knox… So pretty… so sad… so delicious looking…
He licks his lips, making you feel uncomfortable, in a way you haven’t felt since Hannibal Lecter did it in Silence of the Lambs.
Yes, in case it is not obvious to you yet or you are just refusing to believe… I have entered this match, but not as a mere professional wrestler… No ladies and gentlemen of The Yard, Marcus Ka’Derrion is now a “walker” who feels no pain… An “Infected” with super strength like in The Last of Us and who has the super smarts of those “28 Days later” zombies. Or was it 28 weeks? I forget, but regardless, I am all of them wrapped up into one, so I will not have a single problem disposing of all of you and reaching for the precious plastic piggy bank that will be hanging above the ring.
But to get back to my story… After failing to get another title shot in TPW’s rumble, I tried my luck with my former partner, Xavier Lux, as we reunited to form Sins of the Fathers again in WGWF. We entered their tag team turmoil match, with the winner walking away as the new WGWF Tag Team Champions, but alas, that wasn’t meant to be… Xavier just can’t handle a zombie in his life right now and I get it, no hard feelings you bald headed snake… So after a quick adventure with the twins known as The Malvados, they decided to ship me here to Outsiders where they felt I would be a PERFECT FIT.
So here I am, ready bite, tear, slash and even wrestle a bunch of people just to try to win me some gold in 2024… Or silver, or bronze or whatever championships in Outsiders are made of… Are they still toy titles? The Malvados told me about their toy tag team titles… Well whatever… I’m here to feed, and I don’t care about what is being grilled in the yard… I care about what is being served inside the ring and believe me… Marcus is going to eat!
“CUT” yells the producer again followed by “I think we got it”. An assistant comes over to take Marcus’ lapel mic off and as his neck is inches away from Zombie Marcus’ face, he can’t help but start sniffing. Then as the assistant reaches behind him to remove the receiver, Marcus snaps and takes a bite out of his shoulder! The assistant screams in pain but before Marcus can do any more damage, he is zapped by the shock collar and falls to the ground breathing heavily. Just then the producer steps in front of the camera, holding a remote in her hand… The producer is revealed to be Leslie Jimenez, but to everyone in The Yard, she is simply known as Vanessa.
Easy big boy… Save all that hunger for Dystopia 32.
Marcus simply grunts as he gets up. She attaches a chain to the collar and then leads him out of the shot as the scene fades to black.
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…Or not. Someone in the background yells “CUT!” and then the producer is heard talking to the guys in the studio.
Did we not turn on the ZT3K (zombie translator 3000) or is there an issue? Come on guys, you know we can only keep him still for so long!
Someone in the background apologizes, saying they fixed it and they start a countdown from 5. Zombie Marcus, looking very much like he wants to take a bite out of someone, follows the countdown, sighs and as they reach zero, he begins again reluctantly.
Hello Outsiders, I know I am new to you and you probably have a lot of questions as to how I, a well decorated wrestler and Hall of Famer, became, simply put, the walking dead.
Well, it all started in 1989, at TPW’s RetroMania pay-per-view, after the ending of a triple threat match between Chris Page, Larry Tact, the current International champ, and me. I lost the match, I wasn’t the one pinned, but my arm was not raised in victory and so I suffered my biggest defeat since I’ve came out of retirement in 2020, but let me not get sidetracked.
While everyone was celebrating Larry Tact’s big win, while the ref was too busy raising his hand for the longest time AND while staff and EMTs were checking on Page to make sure that the twenty-time geezer, excuse me, “champion” WAS OKAY, I was left hung out to dry on the steel cage as it was pulled up to the rafters… How did I get there you wonder? Well, here is a clip.
Zombie Marcus awkwardly points to a corner and a picture-in-picture frame appears, showing what happened during that match. That picture takes over the screen so we get a bigger view of the events.
*Page pins Tact but Marcus breaks the pin up with a kick to the back of Page’s head. Marcus grabs Page by the hair and pulls him up into position for His Legacy (Crucifix Power Bomb). Page pulls his head out, and scoops Marcus’s legs taking Marcus down. Page falls back catapulting Marcus, and as Marcus goes flying Larry is there catching Marcus’s body. Larry hoists Marcus up onto his shoulder, then takes a few steps forward and throws Marcus into the cage wall, headfirst. Marcus’s head goes into one of the holes and his shoulders rock into the bars. Marcus struggles briefly before his body goes limp, hanging from the bars. *
We return to Zombie Marcus.
Now I won’t show you the clip of the cage being raised and me hanging from it because it looks quite disturbing, but trust me when I tell you that NO ONE noticed. Not even the so-called fans who said they were one hundred percent behind me in my quest for the gold. Nobody cared to check on “The Prince of Pain” Marcus Ka’Derrion, TPW’s Caribbean Cup Champion! Apparently, everyone just assumed I had walked back to the locker room under my own after suffering defeat… Again, I was not defeated, Chris was the one that ate the pin, as he should, because in my eyes he is overrated and shouldn’t have been the champion in the first place but that’s a story for another day…
Today’s story is this: imagine being forgotten about, left behind, not a thought in anyone’s mind as we traveled back in time from 1989 to 2023…
Oh right, I forgot to explain the whole 1989 thing didn’t I? Well, as crazy as it sounds, TPW’s Retromania pay-per-view took place in the past. I don’t know how Terry Marshall did it, but he pretty much transported an arena full to 1989… Very cool right? Time travel was definitely a thing last year.
So after returning, everyone vacated the arena, they just left the steel cage up there, with me on it, knocked the fuck out! And so, after who knows how many days, I died… Yup, I never woke up, maybe I was in a coma, who knows?! But because we live in a world where we can time travel, where anything is possible, I came back to life…
As a zombie…
As I re-animated and began to move around, my rotting corpse fell from the rafters. Thankfully the ring broke my fall and after re-adjusting my bones and removing some excess skin, I was able to get up and stumble out of the arena… I got so many weird looks; some were even disgusted by my appearance… is this what being Matt Knox is like? Those people were just lucky my hunger hadn’t kicked in yet, or I would have looked like Lord Alton at the Sunday morning Golden Corral buffet… After a few days I managed to find my way home and the first thing I did was scare the shit out of my maid… She’s dead now, poor thing… Not from the scare, I ate her… She was delicious, I must admit… She definitely reinvigorated me… and you know what? I am really good at cooking and dancing reggaeton now, go figure.
Am I like R now in that Warm Bodies movie?
Since then, almost eight months now, I have been walking the earth, looking like an extra on the set of World War Z, with the only difference being that I can’t move that fast… They must be on acid or something. So, as I got caught up with the world, I noticed TPW had moved on without me, onto their next pay-per-view, The Bohemian Bash and the main event of the card was their version of the royal rumble with the winner getting a shot at the international champion… WHY DID THAT EVENT EVEN HAPPEN? I should have been the one facing Larry Tact since a) I didn’t get my 1 on 1 match at RetroMania to accommodate that loser Page and b) I wasn’t pinned! But no, Peter Vaughn ended up getting the shot and he won the title… again… Ugh… I know my stablemates like him, but I don’t know him, and frankly, like a lot of guys, I am tired of seeing his face as a World Champion… International, whatever… I heard he recently lost the title… See, you should have let me be the one… What, zombies can’t be champions?
ZOMBIES LIVES MATTER!
In case you are wondering how I became the #1 contender? Pretty much the same way I’m about to become the #1 contender to any title in Outsiders… By entering a multi-person match, that one was a battle royal, outlasting nineteen other wrestlers, most of which were fillers and I see that in this, “loose change in the pocket” match, we have a lot of fillers too… Donnie Harris, Axis, Lord Allton, BRADDOCK, Crash Rodriguez, SYNN, and Eric Drake to name a few…
I see also that my archnemesis Terry Marshall is in this too… Ah yes, I remember you Terry… We had some epic battles in the GCWA tag division, you as a member of S.E.X., me as a member of Sins of the Fathers… But that was a long time ago, a previous life I could almost say, and now, you are just like the rest in this match: pieces of meat on two sticks…
I’m probably going to starve myself the night before this match so I go in extra hungry to munch on all of my opponents. If I had any feelings left, I would feel bad about having to ruin the pretty faces of Veronica Strader, Vhodka Black,and Matt Knox… So pretty… so sad… so delicious looking…
He licks his lips, making you feel uncomfortable, in a way you haven’t felt since Hannibal Lecter did it in Silence of the Lambs.
Yes, in case it is not obvious to you yet or you are just refusing to believe… I have entered this match, but not as a mere professional wrestler… No ladies and gentlemen of The Yard, Marcus Ka’Derrion is now a “walker” who feels no pain… An “Infected” with super strength like in The Last of Us and who has the super smarts of those “28 Days later” zombies. Or was it 28 weeks? I forget, but regardless, I am all of them wrapped up into one, so I will not have a single problem disposing of all of you and reaching for the precious plastic piggy bank that will be hanging above the ring.
But to get back to my story… After failing to get another title shot in TPW’s rumble, I tried my luck with my former partner, Xavier Lux, as we reunited to form Sins of the Fathers again in WGWF. We entered their tag team turmoil match, with the winner walking away as the new WGWF Tag Team Champions, but alas, that wasn’t meant to be… Xavier just can’t handle a zombie in his life right now and I get it, no hard feelings you bald headed snake… So after a quick adventure with the twins known as The Malvados, they decided to ship me here to Outsiders where they felt I would be a PERFECT FIT.
So here I am, ready bite, tear, slash and even wrestle a bunch of people just to try to win me some gold in 2024… Or silver, or bronze or whatever championships in Outsiders are made of… Are they still toy titles? The Malvados told me about their toy tag team titles… Well whatever… I’m here to feed, and I don’t care about what is being grilled in the yard… I care about what is being served inside the ring and believe me… Marcus is going to eat!
“CUT” yells the producer again followed by “I think we got it”. An assistant comes over to take Marcus’ lapel mic off and as his neck is inches away from Zombie Marcus’ face, he can’t help but start sniffing. Then as the assistant reaches behind him to remove the receiver, Marcus snaps and takes a bite out of his shoulder! The assistant screams in pain but before Marcus can do any more damage, he is zapped by the shock collar and falls to the ground breathing heavily. Just then the producer steps in front of the camera, holding a remote in her hand… The producer is revealed to be Leslie Jimenez, but to everyone in The Yard, she is simply known as Vanessa.
Easy big boy… Save all that hunger for Dystopia 32.
Marcus simply grunts as he gets up. She attaches a chain to the collar and then leads him out of the shot as the scene fades to black.
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OOC: Word count is 2000 via wordcounter.net
