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FENRIS vs MARCUS CAGE
« on: October 25, 2021, 05:21:24 AM »
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Re: FENRIS vs MARCUS CAGE
« Reply #1 on: November 05, 2021, 06:07:46 PM »


"I RULE the Cage"

PUBLIC Hotel -
New York City


On the lower East Side of the City That Never Sleeps, the PUBLIC Hotel stands above the rest as a modern, trendy property. A redefining luxury in the heart of downtown New York, this property stretched to the bright lights of the New York City skyline, basking the glass and marble exterior in a swarth of lights from the city that surrounds it. One defining trait of this residence beyond the amenities was that all around the exterior and stretching from the very bottom to the rooftop bar at its very pinnacle, was the greenery of trees, shrubs and wines. The path that led from Chrystie Street to the entrance was perhaps the most inviting sight as it was a virtual tunnel of green flora; the lightened glass overhead escorted you at night while the trees, hedges and even some flowers for color greeted you like an old friend along the way. And once you made it past such a warm and welcoming site and entered the lobby, it would be as if all the cares you had in the world had been taken away and swept under the rug by the attentive staff, allowing you to fully enjoy your stay with not a thing to fret and worry over.

This was one of the very reasons why Aron Baltasarsson chose this hotel above so many other five star resorts for the duration of he and his brother’s stay while here for the climax of the Sin City Wrestling East Coast tour. Every time Aron would ask Kristjan where he would like to stay, and every time Fenris would give him the exact same answer, “I don’t give a shit! You’re my brother and manager. You know what I like. You pick!” And so, he does - and did. He knew that while Kristjan enjoyed his luxuries and was something of a homebody, he also knew he had an affinity for nature. While searching for different hotels leading up to this leg of the tour, Aron bypassed such expected places like the Hilton, the Lexington and many between. The PUBLIC had the most to offer in his brother’s tastes and thus, they arrived with one other special guest.

“Are all of the rooms like this?” David Shepherd, challenger and possible future Internet Champion, as well as the erstwhile companion to Fenris, stands somewhat in silent awe at his surroundings while struggling to retain his composure so that he doesn’t appear too enamored of the suite the brothers had led him into. And indeed the main room they stood inside resembled more a living room than a hotel, with one side crafted of wooden panel, and the three remaining walls nothing but glass, picturesque windows from floor to ceiling; offering a dizzying view of the city twenty six stories below. This main room gave up what the rest of the suite had to offer in decor; an array of creamy-white walls and that same wooden paneling, coupled with the softest, most luxurious white carpeting in every room. David could not help but notice that the moment Fenris set foot inside and dropped his bags, he kicked off his flip flops and walked barefoot throughout.

Of course, he did the same thing at home so that was either a testament to his comfort in his surroundings, or the simple fact he hated footwear. A known fact and something that was lightly teased about.

The first thing Fenris did upon the staff escorting them into their room was stretch out on the sofa while Aron took care of the porter as far as tipping the young man. Okay, I tell a lie. The first thing he actually did was feel David up in passing, but Aron and the porter didn’t see, so you all out there have no reason to know. But I digress! Fenris was comfortable and confident enough in his brother’s decisions that he felt little need to go about exploring the rest of the suite, checking out the remainder of what the PUBLIC offered around them. David? He played it cool for the brothers but he had a touch of curiosity swelling inside of him so he had little qualms looking around, knowing that for this once, Aron had offered to “fix him up” as far as getting a room here rather than some (much) lesser place such as a Motel 6 or Carlton.

(Do they even have cheap hotels like that in New York City?)

David had no desire for anyone - ANYONE - to spend that sort of money on him and leave him feeling indebted. But Aron and Kristjan both had been insistent and it was easier to just go with the flow this one time rather than debate and argue with both brothers. Besides - he could and would make it up to Kristjan later.

David flipped on the lights inside of the bathroom and blinked. The freaking BATHROOM was about as large as his own apartment’s front room back in Las Vegas! And more luxurious to boot! Aron cast a look over his shoulder before turning about to target his brother’s luggage, making certain that everything was either hung up or set in the marble laced dressers. Otherwise Kristjan was just as likely to leave everything in his luggage. No, not really. He knew Aron’s own habit of taking care of him and ensuring all he had to worry about while on tour was competing - and succeeding.

Aron answered the previous query, stating, “I imagine so. Same style of decor if that’s what you mean. Some smaller. Some are larger I suppose. Why?”

David just shrugged, at first saying nothing as his eyes roamed everywhere around him, taking in all that there was to offer. He said, “Just curious. Wondering what that room you reserved for me might be like.”

“You’re not staying in that other room.” Kristjan stated matter-of-factly, surprising the two by his unannounced arrival behind them. “Aron is.”

David took a moment’s pause, looking first at his man, then over to where Aron was keeping his hands busy, hanging up Kristjan’s favorite imitation leather jacket. Aron felt the eyes on him and glanced back over his shoulder and that bright smile he was so well known for lit up the room as he told David specifically, “It was all arranged weeks ago. I’ve got the other room. You’re staying in this one, with my brother.”

Fenris just cast him a coy wink, the only thing left unsaid when David gave him a sidelong glance, before he shook his head. “I-really don’t know how I feel about that.”

“Oh stop your bitching.” Fenris growled as he walked past the pair and into the further reaches of the suite to gain some familiarity with his surroundings, leaving David and Aron to their own.

“I think what my brother means to say…” Aron sighed softly, rolling his eyes as he turned around to address David. “Is that it makes the most sense for the two of you. Ever since the two of you started dating…”

David both huffed and looked heavenward (pun intended) as Kristjan’s voice boomed from somewhere in the adjoining suite, “We’re NOT dating!”. Aron closed his eyes, took a moment’s pause, then continued, “Ever since … the two of you have ended up in the same room, in the same bed, every night of the tour. Every. Night. Doing things this way just cuts out the middleman.”

He went back to working on his brother’s luggage as David took in that line of reasoning, until Aron smiled and added, “Plus this way I don’t have to hear those barnyard noises my brother makes when he snores.”

This brings an impish look from David that is half smile, half disbelief at the teasing nature between the two siblings, even if he has something of a similar relationship with his own sister, Esther. But then that look changes when he spots Kristjan who just have overheard that little remark as he is now staring over Aron’s shoulder and into the mirror, prompting Aron to look up and smile. No denial on his part, no apology or act of innocence.

“I. Do. Not. Snore!” Kristjan growled through gritted teeth, prompting Aron to pause and frown up at his reflection. “Please!” He said. “Last time I had to roll you over in your bed so you wouldn’t inhale the drapes!”

That being said, Aron turned around and gave his glaring brother a friendly pat on the shoulder before he took his leave from the suite to head to his own room and get settled. Fenris briefly watched after him before turning to David with a silent if not questioning expression. David just shrugged, tilted his head and gave a light nod that spoke volumes.



When David had once told Fenris that he would prefer going to a good bar as opposed to some trendy, flamboyant nightclub, he was a man of his word. The Playwright Irish Pub was a popular sports bar destination spot for locals and tourist alike, whether they went out looking for the latest fight or to cheer on their favorite sports team on just one of the dozens of flat screen TVs showing sporting events from all across the globe. Coupled with an old-fashioned brick atmosphere, over twenty-five draft beers and a menu that showcased the best of Irish/British fare, it seemed to David the perfect place to take Fenris along on this night out together here in New York.

And … he was right. From the moment they had set foot inside of this traditional Irish pub, the bright blue eyes of Kristjan lit up and although the smile was subdued, almost held back and reserved, it was plainly obvious to an observant man such as David that it was appreciated.And although being a sports bar, and as such - Fenris and David had been recognized upon entry and besieged by what wrestling fans there were for a few autographs and pictures, they had been left blessedly alone. The pair had been lucky enough to find a small booth rather out of the way, against a wall with a small end table in front, just enough for the two to be able to sit at and enjoy one another’s company for the evening. Oh one of two “fans” did try to join the pair over time, but it was made clear that they were there - alone, and would prefer it remain so. Signing an autograph or posing for a picture was one thing, but they were not there to hang out or socialize with anyone other than one another.

And while David was off at the bar getting a refill himself on his Blue Moon Ale rather than waste time troubling the barmaid, Fenris used the time to himself to do a small bit of people watching as he nursed his own mug of St. Jame's Gate Guinness Irish Stout while doing a spot of people watching. His eyes roamed to one or two televisions where he was surprised to see a stream of the most recent edition of Climax Control being aired through the wifi. He could have sworn there was a football game just moments ago on those screens (REAL football, not the American bastardized version), but he had the funniest hunch that the proprietor of the pub had changed it upon their arrival.

Smart business tactics and all that.

While he drank and relaxed, Fenris could not help but feel that familiar sensation when you thought eyes were upon you. It was to be expected, being a former Mixed Martial Arts fighter and an SCW Superstar. In a sports bar none the less, he and David were bound to attract a few stares, but there was that nagging sensation that there was something else; another reason that eyes strayed from the multitude of TV screens to he and David every now and then. Not the most pleasant of thoughts but most likely it was because here they were, two gay men - together - in a sports bar of all places. The patrons probably felt that they were either being invaded or just were unable to fathom two men who PREFERRED men were actually into sports of any kind.

Fucking stereotypes!

Fenris had that feeling again and turned his head, just in time to see a handful of college-aged guys turn their heads away quickly and avert making direct eye contact. Fenris was only beginning to have his annoyance aroused when David returned from the bar, but besides his freshened drink in hand, he set a platter down on the table between them. One of the kitchens’ samplers filled with buffalo wings, chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks and onion rings. Fenris looked down at it, then at David who looked at him expectantly.

“I’m vegetarian, remember?” Fenris stated simply, to which David returned the gauntlet by asking, “I’m sorry but when was the last time someone killed an onion or cheese stick?”

At Fenris’s hard stare, David frowned and motioned toward the right side of the platter without the meat offerings and said, “The wings and tenders are for me. Those are for you!”

Fenris looked down briefly at the offered fare of fried cheese and onions, then glanced up through his eyebrows at his date friend and David rolled his eyes, and with a shake of the head, said, “They’re no worse than that god damn tofu shit you eat every day.”

Fenris started to say something, but thought better of it as he watched David help himself to the platter. The White Wolf finally shook his head and reached for an onion ring, offering a half audible “Thank you.” David smiled and cupped a hand over his ear, sarcastically asking, “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”

To which Fenris was this close to offering a scathing albeit playful retort (or about as playful as a man like he was capable of), when a voice interrupted them, “Hey.”

Fenris and David both stopped what they were doing and glanced up at the origin of the voice to find one of the aforementioned college guys standing there. Judging by his build, he was either a wrestler or a football player (that bastardized American version, mind you), stocky yet not overly muscled. He had a glass in hand filled with something dark and ember colored, and judging by the way he seemed unable to stand steady on his feet, it was obviously not his first.

“Let me buy you a drink.” Was all the young man had to say while on his unsteady feet.

“No, thanks.” David said before Fenris could say anything himself and possibly ignite a confrontation. He and Kristjan then went back to their snack and conversation, but the man wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

“Hey.” He said, interrupting them again. “I said … let me buy you a drink.” All the while, his buddies at the bar exchanged unsure looks with one another.

“We already have drinks!” Fenris stated with a touch more heat to his voice.

“What are you drinking?” The man asked, to which David answered, “Beer.”

“Scotch!” The man shot his own glass forward, sloshing some of the contents out over its edge, acting as if he had just won some form of pissing contest between them. Fenris looked down, his face set in stone as he set his mug down and practically threw the onion ring to the platter. He was about to stand up when a man in a tie approached, the owner of the pub or the manager at the very least.

He asked, “Excuse me, but is there a problem?”

“Nope!” The drunk college guy shook his head before either Fenris or David could answer for themselves. “I was just offering my buddies here a drink.”

“We’re not your fucking buddies!” Fenris said loud enough to draw some more attention their way. The drunk shot him an annoyed look, a look that was diverted to the manager himself who asked, “Did these men ask you to join them?”

“No.” The man stumbled on his feet. “I was just having a friendly chat…”

“Seems more to me like you were bothering them when they’d rather be left alone.” The manager said, to which the drunk frowned, “Excuse me for interrupting the queers’ date!”

And THAT line caused Fenris to shoot right to his feet, all too eager and ready to lay a bitch out, but the manager quickly saw it coming and intervened, holding a hand up and saying, “Sir, please! We haven’t had a fight here in years. Please let me handle this!”

David was standing by now also and as much as he would love to kick back and watch Kristjan lay the punk out, the potential legal ramifications might be more trouble than they were worth. Especially considering they both had championship matches in a matter of days and then there was also the fact Kristjan was technically on a work visa and something like this could cause his problems. He placed a restraining hand on Kristjan’s arm, causing the blonde Icelandic male to steal a glance at the hand, and then at him himself.

The manager turned to the drunk and said, “I think it’s time you leave.”

“I’m not doing anything wr-” He started to protest but the manager interrupted him, “You were warned about bothering other guests before. Go. Now!”

Before the drunk could say anything further, he turned to his buddies as if seeking validation or some backup, but each and every one of them turned away and went back to their drinking. Perhaps they too were tired of his drunken actions and didn’t want it to trickle down and affect them as well.

“Man, fuck this!” The drunk frat boy slurred and he slammed his glass down and stumbled out the doors to the pub and into the city night. The manager (?) turned back to Kristjan and David and asked, “I’m sorry fellas. If we can offer you anything…”

“Not your fault.” Fenris said in his Icelandic accent, showing some empathy toward the business’s boss and what had to be a common occurrence. “We just want to be left on our own.”

“Well, at least let me offer you another round on the house?” To which Kristjan and David shared an exchanged glance and shrugged. Fenris turned to the man and raised his mug in a silent toast/salute. The man was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events, as most others might have raised hell, demanded restitution, engaged in a brawl and causing a hefty fine in damages… but just being satisfied with a simple round of drinks? The boss man smiled and turned to a barmaid, signaling her and speaking aloud, “A round of whatever these two gentlemen want!”

And the manager gave them one last smile of appreciation before he took his leave to continue his business elsewhere as the barmaid approached the pair...



If ever there was a landmark that was as comparable in game to the Las Vegas Strip, it would have to be Times Square in the heart of New York City. A cultural hub full of theaters, music halls and hotels, when one walked along Times Square, especially at night, you could be forgiven if you were to think yourself in the heart of another world with its flashing neon lights, rolling marquees and people adorned in an array of blinding colors and styles of attire. It indeed was a testament to the nickname to which NYC had grown familiar with over the decades as the City That Never Sleeps. The lights were always there, and no matter the time of day or night, there were the people. Both citizen and tourist, people who both called New York City their home or simply a stop along their dream vacation to see and to experience. After all, being one of the world's leading metropolises for art, fashion, food and theater,  this city was one of the most desired of all tourist locations. And right here in Time Square, less than a three minute jaunt away from Madison Square Garden itself, walks two men who in just days would be competing in said Garden, Fenris and “Brother” David Shepherd. By now, the day had long since fallen and given way to night. And even though the lights of the city drowned them out from their brilliance below, somewhere up above the stars were shining.

Just as down below, the stars were making the most of the bustling atmosphere, hurrying two and fro their intended destinations, but two who did not seem altogether in any hurry to get, well, anywhere - were the pair of Fenris and David Shepherd. The two men had spent the entire day just exploring New York City, drinking at random pubs and eating at a variety of diners and restaurants. Now the evening had drawn in and they were simply enjoying the time with one another, relaxing and feeling somewhat at peace. Hard to believe that anything remotely related to ‘peace’ could be felt in Times Square of all places, with the heavy traffic, scores of people around them and the sounds of heavy traffic. Yet there they were, walking along side by side when Fenris simply draped an arm over David's shoulder in relaxation as they walked.

David’s brow narrowed in a startled fashion, casting a glance at the arm on his shoulder and then quipped, “Okay, now I know you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Meaning?” Fenris asked with a frown of his own to match.

David said, “Meaning you’re so god damned anal about any kind of public display of affection, that I’m surprised you’re walking beside me, let alone actually touching me in Times Square.”

Fenris’s face went slack as his pace ground to a halt. He reached over and grabbed a handful of David’s shirt and reeled him straight in, right then and there, for a lip lock to end all lip locks! Passers stopped and gaped. Some clapped, others gasped! There were a handful of whistles and catcalls. A camera or two might have flashed while an expected audible jeer rang out from one of those haters (you know the sort). Finally Fenris released David from the steamy display of tonsil hockey being played and practically pushed him away, leaving the Good Brother practically gasping for air.

Satisfied with the after effects, Fenris just smirked and continued on, leaving a breathless David with a tit of color rising in his neck and earlobes. David wiped a hand down his face, watched after where Fenris was headed and hurried to catch up, leaving the bemused onlookers in his wake and avoiding their eye contact!



And just like that, we are back at the PUBLIC Hotel. And as predicted by Aron earlier this day, the tandem of Fenris and David had returned after their evening out with carnal intentions in their respective thoughts. So it’s probably for the best that Aron had indeed pre-arranged to be staying somewhere else because the door to the suite swung open rather recklessly, swinging hard against the wall with a loud clatter! The two bodies practically fell into the room and against the door first, then back against the opposing wall in a tangle of limbs while kissing one another passionately and pulling at one another's shirts! So intent were they one the other’s bodies and what they intended to do to and with it, they took no notice of the room’s light being on, at least not until…

“Well! It looks as if someone had a good time!”

And like a splash of cold water right in the face, Fenris and David broke apart, clothes disheveled, and found themselves with an uninvited audience in the form of their respective siblings, Aron and Esther! The two were seated at a table in the room with playing cards in their hands and scattered about on the table in front of them, only casually looking up at the surprised and somewhat annoyed expressions on their brothers’ faces.

There was a brief silence as David and Fenris could not quite comprehend what exactly was going on, until Fenris finally broke the silence, “What the FUCK is going on!?”

Aron answered all too casually, “We just thought we’d stay up and see how your date went.”

To which Esther frowned briefly at them and added, “Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me!?” Fenris practically bellowed at the exact same time that David stressed, “We are NOT dating!” Neither Fenris nor David were exactly feeling ‘patient’ right at this point in time, as both had other thoughts on their minds; sex, the other’s body and how to combine the two being the most predominant thought between them.

This only caused Esther and Aron to look up into one another’s eyes and both exhaled sharply and in annoyance at exactly the same time. Esther then turned her head just enough to address the two men standing there.

“How many times have the two of you gone out drinking? Just the two of you?” She asked.

David shrugged. “Four. Maybe five?”

Esther went on, “How many times have you gone out to eat together?”

Fenris answered, “Four I guess…” But before he could continue, Esther interrupted him with a third question, “How many times have you gone to the movies?”

“Three!” Fenris barked. “What’s your point!?”

She casually went back to the card game with Aron, saying all too comfortably, “You’re dating.”

And just like that, Fenris and David turned and stared at one another. Like a dawning realization or comprehension forced upon them from out of the blue. So intent were the both of them in maintaining the civility of what was between the two of them, and keeping things basic and casual, they had not even paid any attention to anything that was really and truly going on between them. What was it that they say - the last to know and all that? They had been so focused on brushing off any declarations that anyone else might be imposing on them, that it took someone else, an outsider looking in, to give them pause and reason enough to “own up to it.” The card game continued on between Aron and Esther as Fenris walked past David and into the small kitchen area, retrieving two bottles of beer. He popped both caps off like an expert and passed one to David, who stared at it for a moment, then at Fenris.

“So, are we?” He took a gulp, looking easily at Fenris with expectations in his eyes. To which Fenris took a drink himself and looked thoughtful, giving a light shrug of his toned shoulders and saying, “What the hell.” And the pair almost comically clinked beer bottles as Aron and Esther looked to the other and shook their heads.

“Our brothers are romantics.” Esther snorted in derision, then slapped her cards down and said triumphantly, “Straight! Beat THAT!”

Aron slapped his own cards down and answered, “Full house. Pay me.”

Esther stood up, exhaling sharply through her lips and with a roll of her eyes, started unbuttoning her top. David stepped up, extending a hard and hollering, “Whoa! Whoa! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Esther shrugged, looking at her brother as if he had just asked the most ludicrous question imaginable and answered, “Losing. It’s Strip Poker.”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” Fenris bellowed, grabbing both Aron and Esther by the arms, forcibly escorting both to the open door to the suite and slamming it shut behind him, the last thing heard from the other side was Esther’s “Yes, Mister Cleaver!”




Was there anything so majestic as the skyline over the famed and renowned city of New York, the “City So Nice, They Named It Twice”? Even someone who called Las Vegas “home,” someone like - say, “the White Wolf” Fenris, they would be hard pressed to deny the fact. Whereas the  glamorous lights and hotels of the famed Strip were something tourists and locals appreciated with an almost hypnotic reverence, the skyline of New York City went on seemingly forever. No matter which direction you looked, there was life all around you. As far as the eye could see. The lights. Hotels. Skyscrapers. The Statue of Liberty. New York Harbor … just, everything. And below, the people that brought life to this city.

All of this was what Fenris gazed out on with mute appreciation from the rooftop bar of the PUBLIC Hotel. The bar brimmed with life itself, many other guests making the most of the accommodations beneath the open sky, but not so many as to disrupt Fenris. He sipped from a glass filled with a dark, oak infused bourbon. No ice.

“It's hard to believe that for as much as I've gone through and experienced in this sport, I've only been an active competitor for a relatively short amount of time. And with the brief period of a few months where I had returned to Iceland, I've only been competing since April of 2018. Less than three years, really.”

He paused in thought as he swallowed from his glass and savored the liquor's heat as it spread throughout his inner self.

“I suppose I could just say that time flies when you're having fun but I never was much for going the cliche route. And far be it for me to sound full of myself, but I’d sooner think of it as evidence of what I accomplished, and what I was - and am - capable of. Less than four months in from my debut and not only did Courtney Pierce and I win the Blast From the Past, but I went in to win the World Heavyweight Championship in record time. But beyond even that, beyond even the win - loss record that stretched on for damn near a full year, I was involved in some of the most intense matches SCW had ever seen at the time, before or since!”

“Jake Raab was the first and to date only man in SCW who could match me in the MMA style, and goes on record as being the first man to EVER make me bleed like a god damned stuck pig. After my match with him, I looked like Carrie at the prom!”

“The series of matches I've had against Caleb Storms for the first time taught me the meaning of respect in this business. Here is this guy who pissed himself every time my name was mentioned in the same sentence as his own, but damned if he didn't step inside of that ring AND Lions Den, and showed he had balls the size of grapefruits! He didn't bow out or try to run. Caleb met me head on and for THAT he has my respect!”

“And if Caleb taught me respect, Austin James Mercer… that bastard taught me humility. Because after damn near a year with a spotless record and an almost nine month stay on top, Mercer was the first man to ever put my shoulders down for the count. He ended not just my unbeaten streak, but my reign as Champion! He and I've had a number of matches before and since, and win or lose? I will never forget what it was like to taste defeat for the first time, or the man who served it to me on a silver platter.”

“And of course, where would this topic be on humility without mentioning Ben Jordan? A man I have absolutely no shame in admitting has had my number every time we've set foot inside of the ring against each other. Every time, no matter what I hit him with or how hard I fought, he found a way to pull it out of the fire. My GOD! The matches Ben and I had are some I'll be proud of until the day I die! And he wasn't just an opponent to be admired and respected. He is also a damn good friend! One of the best I've ever had. The man flew all the way to Iceland, not just because he wanted the fans to get the match someone else had denied them, but because he wanted his friend back.”

Fenris then cast a quick look into the lens of the camera.

“Bitch.”

He then stood up from the bar stool and walked across the rooftop lounge and to the very edge of the bar across the peak of the hotel. He gazed down at the city below, catching sight of strobe lights atop of a hospital, acting as a beacon to the helicopter hovering overhead in wide circles.

“Now,  you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. When am I going to stop rambling and get to the point. Easy enough, because the point is where I stand right here, right now. High Stakes XI, the biggest event of the calendar year for Sin City Wrestling, and where am I do you ask? Am I challenging Alex Jones for the World Championship like I should be?”

He shook his head in a derisive negative.

“Am I competing in some high profile match like I deserve to be? No. No, instead I'm stuck somewhere mid card against Marcus Cage, or as the community knows him; Mister Candy. Because let's face it, the only semblance of relevance that the man has had in the entirety of his appearances here, revolves around his wife. Where I used to be settling scores with men like Austin or bettering myself by getting inside of the ring with Ben, here I am, getting ready to wrestle a man who has been retired for the past several years! And do you want to know a little secret?”

He beckoned the cameraman to come closer with a wag of his forefinger, and as the camera moved in, Fenris cupped a hand over the corner of his mouth.

“I am so fucking excited for this match! Seriously! This isn’t like the matches I’ve had against Ben or Caleb or even Vinnie! This ranks right up there when I got my hands on Mercer in the Lion’s Den after he put my little brother in the hospital! That is where I place you in the grand scheme of things, Marcus! What does that say to you!? What does it say that I look forward to kicking your head off as much as I did the guy who hurt my flesh and blood!? Oh yes, I know. You may want to draw the comparisons of what Mercer did, and what you’ve been running your mouth, accusing me of for the last several weeks! You might even think it enough to label me something of a hypocrite, but here’s the thing? All those people that cheer for your wife? Everyone who watched not just in the arenas but on the broadcasts as well? They’re not as dumb as you seem to want to make them out to be! They saw what happened! You can’t change history you ignorant shit! It doesn’t stop you from trying though and for that, I have to admire your tenacity almost as much as I do your loyalty. Last time you ran your mouth? You were bitching about how many times I’ve disrespected Candy. Bitch, please! I said one thing about her! One! Thing! That hardly qualifies as ‘repeated’ like you imply, which really only proves you’re trying to manipulate everyone into sympathizing with you, against me!”

“All of this bullshit started because you got your panties in a twist over something that I said in confidence to my brother about how your wife was running things. Your wife eavesdropped, didn’t like what she heard, and she ran to you! Boo hoo hoo! I’ve had a number of people ask me flat out when I was going to apologize to Candy for what I said and do you know what I told them? I’m NOT! I meant every word that I said when she was listening in! You just decided to get involved in matters that you had no business getting involved in! Now I realize she’s your wife and you want to defend her honor, and that I can actually commend you for! But you are not signed to SCW! At best, you are a guest during every event and you decided to overstep your boundaries and make my problems you own! And even that I could overlook but then you went one step further!”

“Remember that week I almost broke your arm? Hm? Well I didn’t! And you have your wife to thank for that! That, Marcus, is where things should have ended! That was where I was willing to walk away because I saw the pain and fear Candy had in your being hurt! But instead, how did you repay that kindness? You fucking cost me a shot at the World Championship against Alex Jones at the biggest event of the year! That is crossing the line! That is directly interfering with a man’s career!”

“And when I made it clear I wanted you in the ring for what you cost me, what was it you said? How did you react?”

Fenris imitates Marcus in a sing-song, whiny voice.

“I’m going to have to pass because I’m retired and there’s just no way I’m willing to let my balls drop, act like a man and answer for what I’ve done!”

Fenris shook his head in a haughty sense of disgust.

“You fucked me over, Marcus, and now karma has caught up with you so I can return the favor! The only smart thing that you can do at this point is to leave your wife in the back. She may not be the best wrestling promoter, but she’s not a bad person. That much I can admit. And so out of the kindness of my heart, I am advising you not to bring her out to ringside to act as your cheerleader. It is the very least I can do, because she’s not going to want to see what I do to you. All it will accomplish is make her have recurring nightmares and wonder if poor Marcus will be in any shape afterwards to be a father to your little girl. But that is where my empathy ends with you. You’re a coward. You’re a liar. And in just a matter of days, you’re going to be retired. Again.”

Fenris turns his back to the city and tosses the reminder of his drink down and sets the glass down sharply, staring hard into the camera.

“And this time? It won’t be by choice!”

That said, he walks off and leaves New York City behind him.

Fade out.
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Re: FENRIS vs MARCUS CAGE
« Reply #2 on: November 05, 2021, 11:54:15 PM »
Scene One: Trick or Treat?
Where: Marcus and Candy’s living room
When: Halloween, post trick or treat

*The scene fades up to show a big pile of candy on the floor in the middle of the living room of Marcus Cage and Candy. Marcus was sitting on the floor, inspecting it piece by piece when Candy comes in the room. She was still wearing her skeleton costume, and Marcus had dressed as Thor. Candy sat next to him on the floor*

CANDY: Ruby sure got a lot of candy tonight.

MARCUS CAGE: She sure did. And she had so much fun. I think towards the end she started to try to say “Trick or Treat”...

CANDY: She almost got it. A perfect first Halloween. Marcus… I’m so happy with our lives. We have each other, 2 super cute puppers, and the best baby we could ask for.

MARCUS CAGE: Yet something seems to be bothering you… it’s this match coming up, isn’t it?

*Candy slowly nods*

MARCUS CAGE: Look, I know this hasn’t worked out the way you were hoping it to work. Things have gotten heated… things have gone too far. And yes, that is partly my fault…

*She looked at him, slowly*

MARCUS CAGE: Ok, MOSTLY my fault. I know you didn’t want me to get involved…

CANDY: Thats right, I didn’t. I love that you wanted to stand up for me… but Im a big girl and I can handle things on my own. You gotta trust me.

MARCUS CAGE: And I do. I trust YOU. It's everyone else. And Fenris is the worst of them all. I don't trust him in the slightest.

CANDY: But… you aren't under contract with SCW. You could have cost me my career there. I love you, Marcus. But after this… you HAVE to let solve my problems on my own. Please?

*He let out a sigh*

MARCUS CAGE: OK. I'm sorry I messed things up. But I just couldn't take it anymore. You are the kindest person in that locker room
 And you are treated SO BADLY by so many of them.

CANDY: But… I've also made a lot of REALLY good friends.  Like Bella, Keira, Roxi… I know you mean well and you just want to protect me… I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes… and sometimes my ideas are a little out there. But… I also know that not everyone I gonna like me. And I have learned that that is ok.

*Marcus raises an eyebrow*

MARCUS CAGE: That's very mature of you

CANDY: I grew up alot while I was working in Christian's place. And you know… I don't really care what everyone thinks of me anymore.  I am me… and I'm not gonna CHANGE who I am am any one.

MARCUS CAGE: That's one of the things I love most about you. You know who you are, and are proud of it.

CANDY: Exactly. And if big ole meanie butt heads like Fenris don't like me… oh well. I'd rather he not like me than hurt you.

MARCUS CAGE: He's not gonna hurt me

CANDY: You don't know that!!! He almost broke your arm a few weeks ago! You haven't wrestled in what? 4 or 5 years?

MARCUS CAGE: I still got it. Stayed in shape… practiced with you alot.

CANDY: I know. But I saw what fenris can do… and I can't risk him doing worse to you. Not because he said some mean things about me. I… I'm scared, Marcus.

*A stray tear fell down her cheek, dragging bits of her face makeup with it. He scooted over to be next to her.*

MARCUS CAGE: Tell ya what. After this match is over, I promise to stay out of things unless you ask me for help, ok? I know how much you love it here, and I won't risk your career here. But you gotta trust me against fenris, trust that I can handle it. Because I can.

*From the other room, Ruby can be heard crying. Candy stands up and goes to comfort her. Marcus's expression changes*

MARCUS CAGE: Yeah, I'll stick to a background role once I make an example of Fenris so that everyone knows they CANT disrespect my wife just because they want to. They need to know Candy has an army behind her… ready to fight for her. I hope Fenris is ready… because the High Voltage Superstar is back for one night… and he is pissed…

*the cameras zoom in on his angry face as they fade to black*
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