“The Man Who Would Be King”
Part 1
The scene is Friday Night Freedom shortly after Mark is declared the winner over Apollo King. The camera is forced to pan away from the ring to focus on the announcers before they sign off. The viewers at home missed a sweaty Mark Force retching in the ring. Unfortunately, the people in attendance did *not* miss the scene. Children cried for their mommies, women dried up….it was a bad scene. The ref tries to pull Mark to his feet, but, Mark is too tired to move.
Ref : Dude. Congrats and all...but you gotta get your fat ass up.
MF : If...say that….I’ll eat you...bring me some nachos.
Ref : You can have some nachos once you get to the back. Get up. Apollo King is already in the locker room.
1 Hour Later
Mark wouldnt, nay, couldn’t move. The EMTs were called, but, they couldn’t lift the disgusting slob, either. Backup was called in from DC Medical, and exactly 73 minutes after the show went off the air, Mark was put on a stretcher and removed from the ring. The ring crew was pissed. John Eldridge, a ring crew member for 17 years, was planning on taking his estranged son out for a late dinner. He was forced to cancel...just like he had to cancel all the Christmasses, birthdays, etc for the last 17 years of little Johnny’s life. Mr Eldridge would never forgive Mark.
Another hour later
Mark is limping around an empty locker room. The AWF attorney who tried to bribe him barges into the room.
MF : Hey look. Its the AWF attorney that tried to bribe me.
AWF Attorney that tried to bribe Mark : You’re stupid, yknow? Theres no way you’re gonna be around here long enough to make $10,000. I gave you an out….and call me Hub.
MF : Hub? Your name sucks, bro. It’s okay though, you’re still handso....
Hub : I’ve officially been designated as your “handler” now. Ugh. The big guys in big suits don’t want you to ruin the AWF with some stupid stunts. No beating up women, children, fast food employees. You’d better be on your best behavior.
MF : We can still make out though, right?
Mark reaches for Hub’s beautiful face.
Hub : Your fingers smell like sausages...and ass...What the hell, bro?
MF : Gimme some nachos, wrangler boy. I gotta prepare for next weeks title match.
Hub : Yeah, about that. You faced ONE guy and they needed 4 EMTs to remove you from the ring. You’re facing 7 other guys next week...I bet that 10 grand I offered is sounding great right now, huh?
MF : You may be pretty, but you sure are a whiny bastard. Sure, I may have been a *little* gassed after tonight. This week, Ill train a bit harder...maybe do a sit up or two. I’ll slowly cultivate this belly into a sight to behold.
Hub : Lets go. Ill drive you to your hotel. Here’s a gun in case you want to kill yourself.
MF : C’mon Cena. Lets go.
Mark picks up the John Cena Brawlin Buddy. THey head back to the hotel and Mark sleeps, literally, for 2 days straight. When he finally arises from his slumber, hunger overtakes his soul. He spends the 20$ bill in a nearby vending machine.
MF : Aw shit! Cena, they got Honey Buns!
Cena : Yo dawg, I loves me some honey buns!
Mark and Cena tear into the Honey Buns. Hub shows up a few minutes later.
Hub : How you liking this shitty hotel? I figured you’d sleep terribly, and thus perform terribly on Friday. If you get demolished, which by all accounts you should...I can have you out of this federation for good.
MF : Dude, you saw my apartment. This shit’s an upgrade.
Hub looks around. Stained disgusting carpet...rusty pipes hanging from the ceiling...roaches having dirty roach-sex everywhere...it was absolutely, mind-bogglingly dirty here...but he was right. This place was better than his apartment.
Hub : I …. I guess youre right. The point still stands...last week was a fluke. You’re done this week. For sure. There’s no way you make it past Friday. Your heart will give up on you, or the AWF brass will.
MF : Say what you will, Hub. I think I heard some people cheering for me last week. I don’t think getting rid of me will be as easy as you think. The fans loved my old school ring work.
Hub : Oh, I know. That’s why I scheduled you an interview with AWF TV. The fans will see your shitty living conditions, and even shittier personality.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Hub : Speak of the devil
The cameraman sets up outside (much to the chagrin of Hub). After some prep work, Mark sits down to answer a few questions.
Cameraman : 8-Man Liberty Championship match. What does this match mean to you...a guy who has been out of the scene for awhile.
MF : It means a whole helluva lot. I’m a grandpa to some of the young cats in the locker room. I have a chance to show these guys that grandpa still has “it”. I don’t need nifty high-flying moves...I just need whats up here (points to head). Oh shit. And John Cena. I need John Cena.
Cena : Thanks, dawg.
Cameraman : Im going to name your opponents...you’re going to give me the first thought that comes to your mind… Diego Garcia.
MF : Penis.
Cameraman : Van Gorgeous.
MF : Gorgeous penis.
Cameraman : Davey Jones
MF : Pirate Penis.
Cameraman : Masato Nakamura ..
MF : Asian penis.
Cameraman : Cyrus Ferrari .
MF : Heart-break penis.
Cameraman : Pat Gordon and Desmond Kelly.
MF : Nachos.
Awkward silence ensues…
MF : 2 penises.
Fin.