Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Sept 25, 2016 20:29:29 GMT -5
Martin Karloff
Peeled Grapes
Early in the day, a camera is searching backstage for an individual who requested to film a segment.
“You are late.” The cameraman hears. He quickly turns around and sees Martin Karloff sitting on the stairwell of the arena, eating something from a container. We can see the camera actually shaking a bit.
“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. Shakespeare said that. You should keep that in mind. Would you like one?”
Martin offers a peeled grape to the cameraman who seems to decline.
“When I was young, my orphanage let me put together a haunted house in my room for all the other kids to visit because I was so upset we weren't allowed to go trick or treating. There was a kid named Chuck who bullied me a lot who tried to spoil my fun. The other children took turns putting on a blindfold I passed around some bowls and they took turns feeling inside the bowl while I put on my best spooOOoooOOooky voice. One bowl had some cooked spaghetti and I told the other children it was a dead mans brains. One was a rubber glove that I filled with chicken bones and gelatin I told them was a dead mans hand. The third had a couple peeled grapes and I told them they were a dead mans eyeballs. The other kids enjoyed being able to get into the holiday spirit for once. Then Chuck came in. Chuck took the first bowl and dumped the spaghetti on me and took the glove from the second and gave me a nice big slap with it. So I took the third bowl and showed him what was in there. I told him that if I were to lose any of them I would have to replace them with his own actual eyes. I ate one of the grapes and said 'Oops' and grabbed a nearby spoon. I wasn't serious of course, but Chucky didn't know that as urine streamed down the front of his pants.” Martin says. He looks at the peeled grape in his hand.
“We got to go trick or treating the year after that.” Martin says. He pops the grape in his mouth.
“It's humorous to me that Mya Gun attempted to get in my head by bringing up my being raised in an orphanage as it was being raised in an orphanage that is the very reason she is uncapable of getting under my skin. Being raised in an orphanage means I am built out of stronger stuff than most of you. Like mocking Jason Voorhees for coming from Camp Crystal Lake. That place is the source of all of his power no matter how many times you attempt to take him to Space or New York.” Martin says.
“When I was finally able to leave and start my own life, I took a job washing dishes and signed up for wrestling school. I knew what I wanted to do and I charged at it head-on and anyone who wanted to stop me got a quick lesson in what being built in an orphanage does to a person." Martin says, popping another grape in his mouth.
Mya and my opponents seem to all think they have everything figured out, because they look at me and all they see is a man dressed as a monster but they fail to see what is really going on here. Mr. Voorhees had many more layers to him than people mention. He was strong and murderous and all of that but what goes unappreciated is his TACTICAL brilliance. He knows exactly where to be at any given time. Every Friday the 13th he has every aspect of his onslaught mapped out perfectly within moments of all of the targets arriving.” Martin says. He takes out a red notebook from his messenger bag and on the front 'ZERO HOUR' is written. He flips through the pages and we catch a very brief glimpse that shows the notebook is packed with notes and diagrams and all kinds of stuff.
“I have been...very thorough in my studies. I have studied tapes and eliminated many variables and all of the math checks out. The end of these equations....The 'X' I am looking to solve for...ends with me holding the New Generation Championship.
“So let's get the parties straight here... you all are a gang of teenagers looking for a fun vacation by the lake. Perhaps two of you are here to fornicate...you'll likely be the first to go but all of you will be gone by the time this is done...because I am not like you. This is not a vacation to me, this is my home now. My new home where I can seek Redemption. You're the unwelcome guests....and I am the gentleman in the hockey mask.” Martin says.
“That crowd is going to scream for me, tonight... and while I do appreciate it, I am going to make my opponents scream even louder. What makes the grass grow?” Martin asks.
“Blood. Blood. Blood.” Martin says, his demeanor changing. He smirks and consumes the last grape.
