Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Nov 6, 2016 22:03:44 GMT -5
'The Monster Messiah' Martin Karloff
Sorting through the Candy
Martin Karloff was hanging upside down in the doorway of the Honeymoon Suite he was sharing with his new bride. He took a moment to regulate his breathing before he resumed doing crunches upside down. It was 4 AM and he had snuck out of bed to get some training in. Little did he know that his bride was awakened the moment his body shifted away from hers and out of their bed. Quietly did Xaria Karloff climb out of bed and watch him exercise from around the corner. She was wearing a soft pink nightgown and fuzzy pink socks, nothing else.
"Good morning, mon amour." She stepped around the corner with a knowing smile and yawned. Her brown locks were a slight mess.
"Good morning, my Angel. Did you sleep well?" Martin asks, still hanging upside down in naught but a pair of black and red boxer-briefs. By now Xaria had learned how erratic the sleep schedule of her new Husband could be. Not that her own sleep schedule was organized... Having three children, four year old twin boys and a one year old girl, has changed hers in the long run.
"Oui, I slept very well. Stress relief and some time away from the little angels helps..." She tilted her head. Something was on her mind, but she didn't know how to begin.
"Martin... would you be upset with me if I..." She says, but is interrupted by her monstrous husband.
"I doubt I could ever be upset with you, Xaria. What is it?" Martin says, sensing his wife's hesitation. He reaches up and releases the binds around his ankles and gracefully lands on his feet. He embraces Xaria, his arms around her waist. She's a little surprised by the embrace, but she welcomes it, returns it with a loving kiss. She looks into her husband's eyes and takes a single breath.
"...would you be upset if I joined Redemption Wrestling?" Xaria says. Martin thinks for a moment.
"I...would not. However I would advise you to be... Cautious. You know I am very...different at work than I am at home." Martin says.
“Mon amour... I know and love both sides of you...and often urge the monster out when you lay with me. I know that you have those urges and I just want you to know that you are never going to scare me away.” Xaria says.
“I know that, I just... what would happen if we were to face each other, Angel?” Martin asks.
“I'd kick your perfectly sculpted butt, Mon Amour.” Xaria says with a smile before kissing his nose.
“We should go back to sleep.” Martin says, realizing the sun wasn't even up.
“Sleep? No. bed? Yes.” Xaria says. Her robe lands in a pool at her feet and she smiles innocently at her husband... The Honeymoon continues.
-On-Camera-
“All Hallows Eve has passed... and so many have removed their costumes and masks... but every two weeks is Halloween for me. Every two weeks I get to return to the ring wearing my second skin.... I refuse to call it a costume.” Martin says. He reaches into a 'trick or treat' bucket shaped like a Jack-O-Lantern and removes a candy corn. He flicks it out into the night sky.
“It would only be a costume if I was attempting to represent myself as anything aside from what I really am. If anything, the paint serves only as a more adequate warning to my opponents of what they are stepping into the ring with.” Martin says.
“A monster.” He adds as he removes a small gummy eyeball from the candy bucket. He unwraps it and pops it into his mouth, red fluid leaks down his face and he smiles.
“Richard Devereaux is a formidable opponent. I have taken many notes on him since his arrival in Redemption Wrestling. His...unpleasing temperament is matched only by his lust for violence. If I were not here he would be a most deserving champion, unfortunately my presence assures that he is the wrong individual to be holding the New Generation Title. So, if Richard wills it, I will match his bloodlust. I will meet him on his own terms and he will be most displeased with the result. I will not allow myself to be cast aside in Redemption Wrestling.” Martin says. He pulls a large multicolored ball out of the candy bucket.
“Because Mr. Devereaux may like to run his mouth... but the Monster Messiah has quite a Jawbreaker for him...” Martin says before chuckling darkly to himself.
-END-
