Post by Lunatic on Jul 4, 2017 9:44:46 GMT -5
Under the Influence - Part Four
A sparse field of golden ripe wheat (in the Midwest? No shit?) splayed out before Marc, speckled with the occasional sunflower or thistle for a dash of color and farmer annoyance. Across from him, barely visible at the edge of the field's horizon was the beautiful, lovely, talented Alexa Black, dressed in a saucy leather and lace outfit.
In the middle of the field, William Shatner sits at a baby grand piano, preparing to tickle the ivories in a golden plaid tuxedo with tails and the original Star Trek insignia on his lapel. He softly runs his hands over his hair to make sure nothing is out of place. Crackling his knuckles in preparation, he begins to play a much softer instrumental version of the intro to Motorhead's "Love Me Forever."
At each end of the field, the two Pure Class Wrestling stars lock eyes, Alexa's normally sadistic gaze replaced by one of infatuation. Lunatic lifts a foot and clasps his hands under his chin as his own psychotic glower softens into a look of love. As the piano plays a strangely watered down version of the song, the two begin running towards each other
"Love. Me. Forever. Or not. At all." William Shatner sing-talks the lyrics melodically (as possible for him). "End. Of our. Tether. Backs. To the. Wall."
As the "lovers" close the gap, each produce a weapon; Alexa a barbed wire wrapped metal baseball bat, and Looney a long metal pipe adorned with a sock monkey at the tip. They each rear back with their weapons, a loud crunch of metal as they meet in the center close to the piano. They continue to clash like two twisted Jedis swinging their light sabers as the song continues.
"You. Give. Me your. Hand. Don't. You ever. Ask why," crooned Shatner overdramatically. "Promise me. Nothing. Live. 'Til we. Die."
Soon, Alexa's bat connects to the side of Marc's face just as his pipe finds Alexa's midsection, the stuffed monkey offering little padding to the blow. The love in their eyes never once changes expression during the fracas as Shatner continues on to the chorus.
"Everything. Changes. It. All stays. The same," bellowed the famous entertainer as he's unflinchingly splattered by blood from the ongoing duel. "Everyone guilty. No one. To blame."
The pair cease their pummeling each other, leaning in for a liplock. They kiss as awkwardly as grade school kids who watched one too many after school specials, Lunatic lapping her face like she were an ice cream cone, ending with a bite to the bridge of the nose. Alexa answers with an underhook jab to the groin. Still their underlying expressions never modify.
"Every. Way. Out. Brings you. Back. To the start." Shatner's face begins to slowly morph into something resembling the burlap mask worn by the Good Doctor.
As it changes, so too, does the meter of the singing into the familiar baritone hidden underneath the facade, yet almost operatically performed. "Everyone dies to break somebody's heart."
Alexa continues her oral embrace of the Looney One, cupping his chin as she works her wiles. Flesh squelches and tendons tear as she liberates Marc's head from his shoulders with demonic ease. And yet the infatuation remains in his eyes.
"Don't lose your head," chimes the Doctor, interrupting the mood and the song. The doctor's gutteral laugh echoing in his head nightmarishly awakens Lunatic from his dreamlike trance with a scream and labored breathing.
Lunatic slowly turned his gaze to the attending Doctor sitting next to the couch his patient was lying on. An angered grimace crossed his face as he sat up with deadly intent in his eyes. Without warning, he clasped his hands around the Doctor's throat, attempting to pop his mentor's head off like a dandelion cap.
The doctor's eyes flashed crimson. Marc's head flared with electricity, causing him to lose his grip on his therapist with a yelp of surprise and agony. "Get. Out. Of. My. Head," cried Looney, swinging at the Doctor with each syllable and connecting with nothing. Each missed fist was answered with another jolt in his brain.
"Calm yourself and this will end," directed the Good Doctor without using his mouth. Soon enough, Lunatic became compliant, though reluctantly. He watched as his patient collapsed to all fours, exhausted from the effort. He waited until he was absolutely certain that the resistance was pulled from his thoughts. Finally, he assisted Marc to his feet and back to the couch to be seated.
"I. Hate. You," Looney gasped between defeated breaths. "I was having a wonderful dream about finally teaming with my beloved Alexa Black."
"That is not what I saw, and you know it." The Doctor straightened the imperfections our of his immaculate suit before returning to his own chair next to the couch. "I know you have an obsession with Miss Black, but you need to focus. You are paired against Alyce Starchylde and Dominator. You were hardly able to handle Alyce on her own..."
"Bullshit!" exclaimed Lunatic. "I made her ass tap. I'd say I handled her enthusiastically."
"You should have decimated her, shown her no mercy." The Doctor studied his notes. "As for Dominator, you've handled him in the past in other federations, but his current ability remains a question mark. Either age could have caught up with him, or his experience will shine through. Only time will tell. However, you still need to prepare yourself."
"Oh don't you worry yourself, sackhead," informed Looney with a smirk. "I have a plan. Little Miss 'Welcome to Wonderland' and the Denominator will both know what a mistake it was to cross that fine line and sign their own death warrants."
"Would you mind letting me in on the plan then?" the Doctor inquired.
"If I do that, then everyone will know," Lunatic informed, jerking a thumb towards the reader. "Can't surprise anyone if everyone is in on it, ya know."
The Doctor messaged his temples, shaking his head in disbelief. "You don't have a plan, do you?"
"Nope," chimed Looney with a smile. "That's the plan. Besides, I have one of the most dangerous women to ever grace a squared circle by our side. We can wing it and still come out on top."
"I wish I were as certain as you," the Doctor retorted. "I chose you for your ability to make your way out of sticky situations."
"Then trust me."
"Are you telling me that all of this time, you flew by the seat of your pants and I took it for calculated cunning?"
"I'm a cunning linguist. Beyond that, yes. Your fault. Not mine."
"Perhaps I need to rethink his leadership capabilities. He may not be the one I need," thought the Doc. "Indeed it was." He sighed heavily "Very well. If you come out of this contest victorious, then I shall learn to trust your judgment."
"Hey," Marc practically sang through a wide grin, "You're talking to the number one contender for the Underground Title. What could go wrong?"
"Your confidence is noted, but I would feel far better if we were to walk into your upcoming battle with a plan of action." The Doctor crossed his legs at the knee to easier facilitate his note taking. "Now, shall we continue your session?"
Lunatic's head twitched at the suggestion, yet he obeyed nonetheless, lying down on the couch once more and closed his eyes. One final fleeting thought crossed his mind before it blanked as it always did in the Doc's presence. "One day, I'll be free of your control. Hope you have a cemetery picked out."
He wasn't sure if the Doctor caught that thought or not. At this point, he was even less sure that he cared.
