Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 12:31:52 GMT -6
The nights were long and dark for one wrestler whose wrestling career was short; their heart ached to get back in to the ring. His or her plans were falling in to place as they brought mind games to Molly Mayhem. The visit to Molly’s mothers grave was the one thing this person knew would throw Molly in to an oblivious state of mind.
The cloaked figure stood in a graveyard by a beautiful cross shaped tombstone with the name Anna Lee Mayhem on it; it was the grave site of Molly’s mother who died of cancer years ago and was buried in the family cemetery of a disclosed location for which we have never spoken of, how anyone found out is beyond man but God himself and will always be unknown. Anna Lee Mayhem was a woman who firmly believed in god and had her family in church every time the church doors were open.
*Roaming the halls*
The cloaked figure roamed the halls of New Edge Wrestling as everyone was about their business; the wrestler was more than what meets the eyes to the other competitors. The dark ways of the wrestler told an untold story for which would haunt Molly until she knew who the wrestler was.
As the bottom of the cloak flowed around the body of the figure, the face was covered all but the eyes; they showed a dark, deep, sadistic fire that could never be put out. The satisfaction of pain one goes through was pleasure to this one. The hooded figure approached one Molly Mayhem’s locker room and slid through the crack of the door as it became open and closed just as quick.
The grim look on the figures face was serious, a look of knowing what exactly what they wanted. The hood came off and the cloak was thrown on the coach of Molly’s locker room, a brisk movement across the room toward the shovel and sledgehammer, they were picked up and laid with the cloak on the couch. A jar of the door knob startled the person a little bit; Molly walked in to her locker room and closed the door. As Molly was closing the door the person crept down in to a corner of the room that you could only see when you walked up to it.
“Fuck! My cloak.” The person loudly whispered.
Molly heard a whisper but brushed it off thinking it may be her conscious for some reason. The Mistress of Mayhem walked over to the couch and noticed the cloak and her weapons lying on the couch.
“Johnny?” Molly thought as she looked stunned a bit.
“The cloak? The hooded figure that came out after my match last night wore the same one. It can’t be Johnny.” Molly said aloud.
Molly picked up the cloak and the weapons and proceeded to the door, a rag covered her face and she was passed out. The person was standing in the view of the doorway as it stood open, it grabbed the cloak and put it on and grabbed the shovel and sledgehammer and walked out the door.
As the Mistress of Mayhem lay unconscious on the floor. Events of now and the past were brought back to her. A life full of achievements that had been worked so hard for seemed to be coming to an end as Molly lost yet again and a hooded figure playing mind games with her and being kicked out of Unstable. What was Molly’s wrestling career coming to? Why her, what did she ever do to anyone? Molly’s mind was far from where she needed it to be. Her name was just a name, nothing special except for in the title history of NEW.
Things were becoming a mystery to Molly; the Unstable throwing her out was one that was pretty obvious. She hadn’t lived up to their standards so they gave her the boot. But this hooded figure, Molly didn’t know shit about that, all she knew was that once she got her hands on whoever the person was they would be buried in the graveyard right next to her mom.
Molly began to come out of her unconsciousness as her eyes opened a little bit and her vision was a bit foggy. Molly sat up as her vision started becoming clear, she looked around the shovel, sledgehammer, and cloak were gone.
‘What the fuck happened?” Molly asked herself as she got up from the floor and walked in to the hallway. As Molly entered the hallway her cell phone began ringing.
Molly: Hello
Male voice: Hello, Molly Mayhem?
Molly: This is she.
Voice: I have some rather disturbing news for you Miss Mayhem.
Molly’s heart hit the floor as she thought she knew what was going to be said.
Molly: I think I already know.
Voice: Someone has gotten in to the Mayhem family graveyard and dug up your mother’s body.
Molly’s face turned paled as she listened to the man on the other end of the phone.
Voice: The tracks are covered up, but whomever it was left a shovel and a sledgehammer.
Molly: Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there.
Molly hung up the phone and ran through the halls of NEW, out the door and to her car. She knew who it was yet she didn’t know exactly who it is. As Molly got in her car and sped off the cloaked figure entered in to the NEW arena once more but this time with what looked to be a body bag in its arms. The cloaked figure sprinted down the hall to Molly’s locker room once more. AS the door fell open the cloaked figure dumped the body in the floor and unzipped the body bag.
*At the grave site.*
Molly looked down the hole where her mother was buried, no body the man was not laying. The look of disgust flowed on Molly’s face as she looked around and saw Johnny’s shovel and bloody sally the sledgehammer her Uncle KOP had given her when he retired from wrestling, something he could not seem to stay away from.
Molly: I know who did this, but I don’t know exactly who it is.
Grave keeper: What do you mean Miss Mayhem?
Molly: A cloaked figure… I was approached by it after I lost my match against Alexis. I was chloroformed in my locker room by someone before I got the call from you.
Grave Keeper: Who ever this is we are going to have to catch them and I mean quick.
Molly: Their intentions are not good; they are of one who is sick and twisted. Fucking mind games.
Molly thanked the grave keeper and left her mother’s grave plot uncovered as it was, she got in her car and made her way back to the NEW arena.
*Back in the locker room*
The cloaked figure pulled out a field dressing knife and began to cut the shape of the face on the body off, carefully not to mess up the face or any other part of the body. The skin of the face was decaying and was pulled back slowly and gently so that it would not get damaged in any way. The knife was used to help cut the nerves away from the underneath of the skin; it needed to be a somewhat clean cut. The final touched to cut the face off was finished and the body pushed back in the body bag. The cloaked figure took the facial piece in to the bathroom of Molly’s locker room and finished the cleaning process.
*Molly’s arrival*
Molly parked her car and headed for the doors of NEW, she had the feeling things were not going to be good once she got back in. She didn’t need this entire shit going on while she had to focus on a 23 person rumble this week. Her mind was nowhere near wrestling; she had to take care of the missing body of her mother before she would have a peace of mind. Molly opened her locker room door and stepped inside, she was struck upside the head just enough to cause her to lose her focus for a moment, the cloaked figure appeared before Molly but what she saw was the face of her mother, the woman she loved with all heart. The cloaked figure took the cloak off and was standing before Molly in the dress the body was in when it was dug up, Molly couldn’t move, she was frozen with shock. The Anna Lee Mayhem walked to her.
Molly screamed loudly as she saw what looked to be her mother, but there was no way in hell it could be.
Figure: “Molly, you deserve everything that is coming to you.”
Molly: I don’t deserve this. What have I done to anyone to have such horrifying shit done to me?
Figure: “Your fame and yourself is nothing but a sham. What would your mommy say about that? Oh wait, I’m as close to your mommy that you’re going to get.”
Molly slowly pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial number to her Uncle KOP but didn’t hold the phone to her ear as if she were going to talk.
Molly: My fame and I are not a sham. I don’t know where the fuck you are getting your information from but I was the first woman to EVER hold the NEW World Title. I earned that mother fucker and I earned my name.
The figure laughed at Molly.
“My child, you are a worthless piece of shit who doesn’t deserve anything and you deserve for your mother to be dead and dug up. Once you die I’ll make sure that your career is buried and alive and never to be dug up, nor anything about you. I hope your opponents mentally kill you off.”
Molly: Fuck you! I will kill off my opponents this week one by one as I eliminate their asses. I’ve worked too damn hard for something like you to walk in and try to steal my fame and my name. Let’s just hope you don’t cut off my opponents’ faces after they are eliminated and use them for masks too.”
The figure wearing Anna Lee Mayhem’s face laughed sadistically.
Figure: You wrestle twenty-two other people in a rumble match this week with you going in at number seventeen this week, my precious you have no chance in hell of winning with me lurking around. And if by some miracle you do win the celebration won’t last long. Each of the people in your match this week see you as a mystery you can say, never knowing what you are going to do nor knowing how you are going to compete. They know nothing about you.
Molly: The people in my match see me as a mystery much like you, the very person hiding in the shadows of my dead mothers face, you sick fuck. The less people know, the happier I am and the less I have to deal with people. I may be a secluded person but I have feelings and emotions unlike you. I am no longer afraid of what you may or may not do, this week will be the first of many things you do to try to tear me down but bitch that’s not happening.
Molly grabbed the shovel and hit the figure, knocking it out. She wanted to call Johnny but she knew he didn’t give a damn about anything that happened to her even after the relationship they had once shared. Molly reached for her phone
Molly: KOP! I don’t know what the fuck is going on but the cloaked figure dug up mom’s body and cut her face off and is using it for a mask.
The line fell silent as Molly told her Uncle KOP about the sick shit that one sick and twisted individual had done to try to destroy Molly in the moment when she needed to focus on her match and on her career for where it would go from here on out.
The cloaked figure stood in a graveyard by a beautiful cross shaped tombstone with the name Anna Lee Mayhem on it; it was the grave site of Molly’s mother who died of cancer years ago and was buried in the family cemetery of a disclosed location for which we have never spoken of, how anyone found out is beyond man but God himself and will always be unknown. Anna Lee Mayhem was a woman who firmly believed in god and had her family in church every time the church doors were open.
*Roaming the halls*
The cloaked figure roamed the halls of New Edge Wrestling as everyone was about their business; the wrestler was more than what meets the eyes to the other competitors. The dark ways of the wrestler told an untold story for which would haunt Molly until she knew who the wrestler was.
As the bottom of the cloak flowed around the body of the figure, the face was covered all but the eyes; they showed a dark, deep, sadistic fire that could never be put out. The satisfaction of pain one goes through was pleasure to this one. The hooded figure approached one Molly Mayhem’s locker room and slid through the crack of the door as it became open and closed just as quick.
The grim look on the figures face was serious, a look of knowing what exactly what they wanted. The hood came off and the cloak was thrown on the coach of Molly’s locker room, a brisk movement across the room toward the shovel and sledgehammer, they were picked up and laid with the cloak on the couch. A jar of the door knob startled the person a little bit; Molly walked in to her locker room and closed the door. As Molly was closing the door the person crept down in to a corner of the room that you could only see when you walked up to it.
“Fuck! My cloak.” The person loudly whispered.
Molly heard a whisper but brushed it off thinking it may be her conscious for some reason. The Mistress of Mayhem walked over to the couch and noticed the cloak and her weapons lying on the couch.
“Johnny?” Molly thought as she looked stunned a bit.
“The cloak? The hooded figure that came out after my match last night wore the same one. It can’t be Johnny.” Molly said aloud.
Molly picked up the cloak and the weapons and proceeded to the door, a rag covered her face and she was passed out. The person was standing in the view of the doorway as it stood open, it grabbed the cloak and put it on and grabbed the shovel and sledgehammer and walked out the door.
As the Mistress of Mayhem lay unconscious on the floor. Events of now and the past were brought back to her. A life full of achievements that had been worked so hard for seemed to be coming to an end as Molly lost yet again and a hooded figure playing mind games with her and being kicked out of Unstable. What was Molly’s wrestling career coming to? Why her, what did she ever do to anyone? Molly’s mind was far from where she needed it to be. Her name was just a name, nothing special except for in the title history of NEW.
Things were becoming a mystery to Molly; the Unstable throwing her out was one that was pretty obvious. She hadn’t lived up to their standards so they gave her the boot. But this hooded figure, Molly didn’t know shit about that, all she knew was that once she got her hands on whoever the person was they would be buried in the graveyard right next to her mom.
Molly began to come out of her unconsciousness as her eyes opened a little bit and her vision was a bit foggy. Molly sat up as her vision started becoming clear, she looked around the shovel, sledgehammer, and cloak were gone.
‘What the fuck happened?” Molly asked herself as she got up from the floor and walked in to the hallway. As Molly entered the hallway her cell phone began ringing.
Molly: Hello
Male voice: Hello, Molly Mayhem?
Molly: This is she.
Voice: I have some rather disturbing news for you Miss Mayhem.
Molly’s heart hit the floor as she thought she knew what was going to be said.
Molly: I think I already know.
Voice: Someone has gotten in to the Mayhem family graveyard and dug up your mother’s body.
Molly’s face turned paled as she listened to the man on the other end of the phone.
Voice: The tracks are covered up, but whomever it was left a shovel and a sledgehammer.
Molly: Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there.
Molly hung up the phone and ran through the halls of NEW, out the door and to her car. She knew who it was yet she didn’t know exactly who it is. As Molly got in her car and sped off the cloaked figure entered in to the NEW arena once more but this time with what looked to be a body bag in its arms. The cloaked figure sprinted down the hall to Molly’s locker room once more. AS the door fell open the cloaked figure dumped the body in the floor and unzipped the body bag.
*At the grave site.*
Molly looked down the hole where her mother was buried, no body the man was not laying. The look of disgust flowed on Molly’s face as she looked around and saw Johnny’s shovel and bloody sally the sledgehammer her Uncle KOP had given her when he retired from wrestling, something he could not seem to stay away from.
Molly: I know who did this, but I don’t know exactly who it is.
Grave keeper: What do you mean Miss Mayhem?
Molly: A cloaked figure… I was approached by it after I lost my match against Alexis. I was chloroformed in my locker room by someone before I got the call from you.
Grave Keeper: Who ever this is we are going to have to catch them and I mean quick.
Molly: Their intentions are not good; they are of one who is sick and twisted. Fucking mind games.
Molly thanked the grave keeper and left her mother’s grave plot uncovered as it was, she got in her car and made her way back to the NEW arena.
*Back in the locker room*
The cloaked figure pulled out a field dressing knife and began to cut the shape of the face on the body off, carefully not to mess up the face or any other part of the body. The skin of the face was decaying and was pulled back slowly and gently so that it would not get damaged in any way. The knife was used to help cut the nerves away from the underneath of the skin; it needed to be a somewhat clean cut. The final touched to cut the face off was finished and the body pushed back in the body bag. The cloaked figure took the facial piece in to the bathroom of Molly’s locker room and finished the cleaning process.
*Molly’s arrival*
Molly parked her car and headed for the doors of NEW, she had the feeling things were not going to be good once she got back in. She didn’t need this entire shit going on while she had to focus on a 23 person rumble this week. Her mind was nowhere near wrestling; she had to take care of the missing body of her mother before she would have a peace of mind. Molly opened her locker room door and stepped inside, she was struck upside the head just enough to cause her to lose her focus for a moment, the cloaked figure appeared before Molly but what she saw was the face of her mother, the woman she loved with all heart. The cloaked figure took the cloak off and was standing before Molly in the dress the body was in when it was dug up, Molly couldn’t move, she was frozen with shock. The Anna Lee Mayhem walked to her.
Molly screamed loudly as she saw what looked to be her mother, but there was no way in hell it could be.
Figure: “Molly, you deserve everything that is coming to you.”
Molly: I don’t deserve this. What have I done to anyone to have such horrifying shit done to me?
Figure: “Your fame and yourself is nothing but a sham. What would your mommy say about that? Oh wait, I’m as close to your mommy that you’re going to get.”
Molly slowly pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial number to her Uncle KOP but didn’t hold the phone to her ear as if she were going to talk.
Molly: My fame and I are not a sham. I don’t know where the fuck you are getting your information from but I was the first woman to EVER hold the NEW World Title. I earned that mother fucker and I earned my name.
The figure laughed at Molly.
“My child, you are a worthless piece of shit who doesn’t deserve anything and you deserve for your mother to be dead and dug up. Once you die I’ll make sure that your career is buried and alive and never to be dug up, nor anything about you. I hope your opponents mentally kill you off.”
Molly: Fuck you! I will kill off my opponents this week one by one as I eliminate their asses. I’ve worked too damn hard for something like you to walk in and try to steal my fame and my name. Let’s just hope you don’t cut off my opponents’ faces after they are eliminated and use them for masks too.”
The figure wearing Anna Lee Mayhem’s face laughed sadistically.
Figure: You wrestle twenty-two other people in a rumble match this week with you going in at number seventeen this week, my precious you have no chance in hell of winning with me lurking around. And if by some miracle you do win the celebration won’t last long. Each of the people in your match this week see you as a mystery you can say, never knowing what you are going to do nor knowing how you are going to compete. They know nothing about you.
Molly: The people in my match see me as a mystery much like you, the very person hiding in the shadows of my dead mothers face, you sick fuck. The less people know, the happier I am and the less I have to deal with people. I may be a secluded person but I have feelings and emotions unlike you. I am no longer afraid of what you may or may not do, this week will be the first of many things you do to try to tear me down but bitch that’s not happening.
Molly grabbed the shovel and hit the figure, knocking it out. She wanted to call Johnny but she knew he didn’t give a damn about anything that happened to her even after the relationship they had once shared. Molly reached for her phone
Molly: KOP! I don’t know what the fuck is going on but the cloaked figure dug up mom’s body and cut her face off and is using it for a mask.
The line fell silent as Molly told her Uncle KOP about the sick shit that one sick and twisted individual had done to try to destroy Molly in the moment when she needed to focus on her match and on her career for where it would go from here on out.