Post by Madwoman Szalinski on Sept 22, 2019 19:24:45 GMT -5
THE MOUTH OF MADNESS
Allow me to set a scene. The year is 1998 and two legendary wrestlers are taking the world by storm together. They are a husband and wife duo known as The Midnight King and The Queen of Hearts. Together they have reshaped the landscape of professional wrestling through violence, bloodshed, and pure insanity. Their shared love is twisted, such that their marriage was considered a crime against the whole of professional wrestling. Together they would give birth to an entire family of madness, including me and my brother, Madman Classic. Of course, at this point I was still just an undeveloped embryo in the womb of The Queen.
Eventually madness overtook the mind of the Queen and she would find herself overwhelmed and admitted to one of the largest mental institutions in the United States of America. It was among those wailers and shamblers that I was born, within that den of madness. My cries would mix with theirs, creating a chorus that was both beautiful and horrifying. That was the first sound I heard, the cries of the criminally insane. I was kept there for a whole forty eight hours before being removed and relocated to Columbus, Ohio.
The minute I was born the mouth of madness engulfed me and never spit me back out. Sometimes the very lucky can escape the pull of insanity, but being caught in the mouth of madness still changes a person. Even now, I wake up in cold sweats from night terrors where I destroy everything around me. There are times I even mistake the sweat upon my body for the blood of my enemies. A woman like me, despite the glories she might find in the ring, will never find peace from the madness within my own mind.
I can hear them even now. The cries of the wailers and shamblers. The beautiful chorus of madness, it cries out to me. I hear the call and I answer. Stiff kicks that can destroy jaws, and I crawl through the ranks in search of something to end my personal suffering. I will never find that cure, for the cheers of the fans only silence the voices for a very short time. Then, I find myself back within the darkness of the mouth of madness.
How long will it be before I become one of the wailers? Will I shamble into my own demise? Or will my insanity lead me to heights I could never imagine? The only way to find out is to watch me, to observe the outcome of my actions.
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The sunroom. A large enclosure made of glass where the inhabitants of Gregory International Mental Institution gather to play board games and take part in arts and crafts. Madwoman makes the trip here once a year to visit her birthplace. Today we find her here, standing atop a long wooden table, fully dressed in her blue and red wrestling gear. Surrounding the table are dozens of inmates, all dressed in white outfits with twisted animal masks upon their faces. The inmates of the asylum are oddly quiet this evening, as if waiting to hear the words of their most cherished daughter. It is midnight and outside the moon hangs overhead, clearly visible through the glass ceiling of the sunroom.
“Home sweet home, the hallowed halls of madness where I was born. Here I stand, attuned to the insanity of the inhabitants of this holy place. My name is and, my dear loonies, I am the cure for the common thot. It has come to pass that I must fulfill my most important task, the task that my dear brother was most well known for. That task is of course, slapping thots until they sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.”
“One week ago Addy A took it upon herself to attack me after the greatest victory of my short career. I was not allowed to celebrate my victory and taking the Trinity Wrestling Championship for my own. No, just as I stood up to take the championship into my arms, this… Woman attacked me. Now, she claims her depravity is such that she, and she alone, will be the one to dethrone Madwoman. How little she understands. Fucking with me is like checking yourself into a hospital in Las Vegas. You’re gambling with your life.”
Madwoman takes a deep breath and stomps hard upon the table. The table nearly bows in half, almost breaking. This is a terrifying display of power from someone so small, so much so that it causes the group surrounding her to gasp, and then let out a chorus of mad laughter. Insanity truly rules this place, and yet Madwoman’s words seem to touch the crowd. On some level they seem to believe and even agree with her.
“Addy A says she knocked me with a stiff kick out but I beg to differ. What knocked me out was the stench coming from between her legs. This bitch smells like she came straight from a fish market, and she looks like she got lost on the way back to her local methadone clinic. She has the audicaty to bring sex into her words against me, as if who I fuck has any bearing upon how or why I’m going to win this match. Insulting. While this bitch worries about the sizes of the cocks she’s taking I’m here, revisiting my birthplace. For the past two days I’ve been here, deep within the basement, fighting and training with some of the craziest individuals this insane asylum has to offer.”
The mousy girl spits to the side, a crimson color spit. She’s bleeding from the mouth, as if she’s taken more than a few blows in the past few days. Yet she stands, like a true champion should.
“I came here to challenge myself against true threats, people who would kill me if I showed any sign of weakness. And you know what? Just like when I debuted, I’ve been knocking motherfuckers out for two whole days. The only difference is that in Trinity Wrestling I’m known as the bitch who knocks out world class talent and sells tickets and Hulu Subscriptions. That’s something Addy A can CLAIM to do, but those are false claims. Not a single person watching our show knows who this bitch is but I’ll happily enlighten them, she’s nothing but a worthless bucket of fuck juice. A whore. A harlot. A woman more concerned with what’s put between her legs than what she might have a chance at strapping around her waist.”
“Weight, Addy. You have to have weight and actions behind your words to give them value. So far all we know about you is that you are a gigantic whore. You make all these claims about taking my championship, but what have you truly proven? Inside of the ring you are untested but me? I’ve impressed for two weeks, so much so that this is my second main event. That’s nearly unheard of for a new debut, nearly impossible to pull off. My skill level is so high that it would be offensive to the viewing audience if I wasn’t in the main event. So make no mistake, the only reason you’re debuting this high on the card is because of me. Don’t take my word for it, ask the people gathered here. What is Addy A, my dear mad people?”
The crowd erupts into a chants of she’s a crackwhore, ECW style. To this Madwoman covers her mouth and lets out a hearty laugh. Her eyes take on the same mad look that we’ve seen in the past as her people affirm her words.
“Hear that, bitch? You talk a big game, but that mouth is better suited to sucking dick than it is to trying to take me down a few notches. Your words, they won’t win this. Only raw skill, and I hope you have tons to spare if you want to get anywhere close to beating me. Of course, you won’t. You’ll come out here to some grand entrance, you’ll have the pomp and circumstance. Me? I’ll show up during the commerical break, not giving a single fuck about looking pretty. I don’t care about that shit. I don’t care about the cocks you fuck, I didn’t even care about debuting in some time wasting segment.”
“All I care about is winning, holding onto MY championship, and moving to my third main event. People have been asking me all week about this match, so there’s your answer. Addy A is a fly buzzing around a dog’s dick. She ain’t shit. She’s a distraction from my real, true goal. That goal is defeating Graham Clauson and establishing a Trinity Wrestling division of the Mad Clan. Distraction she may be, don’t think I’m not focused. Like I said, I came here to train and to fight the craziest fuckers in America.”
“Right about now Addy A is probably fucking some random dude while whispering sweet nothings about coming home with my belt. Well, you can take those claims and shove them right up your STD infected cunt. You can take those claims and wipe your dirty, smelly ass with them. I’m Madwoman, bitch! I was born here, in the madhouse! You can’t hold a candle to my insanity, to the visions I see each night! And lately, they’ve all been visions of your bloody, swollen face!”
Madwoman points to the crowd who cheers her on. Emboldened, blood begins to run down her lips. This time it’s not nervousness causing her to bite into her own flesh. No, it’s the need to taste blood. A hunger for gore and violence.
“I will see you bleed. I have big plans for you, Addy. I’m going to kick you so hard in your jaw that your teeth fly into the front row for a lucky kid to take home as a souvenir. I’ll sweep your ankles until you can’t walk, robbing you of the ability to run from my madness. I will crush your vocal cords so that you can no longer make wild, outrageous claims. I’ll break rib after rib after rib so that you’ll never be able to comfortably wear a championship belt. I’m talking maiming and destroying.”
“I’ll leave you broken, Addy. I want there to be zero doubts about my title reign. I consider taking you out a favor for Trinity Wrestling. You’re not what we need for the future, not what the roster of this great wrestling organization wants in a champion. You could never be as dominant as me, and you could never have the drive needed to maintain a long title reign. I want to bring respect to this championship, to the point the fucking World Champion wants to take the belt off of me. You couldn’t do that, not while you’re more worried about the size of your opponents cocks and what they’re putting between their legs. Sorry, thot, that’s not what champions do.”
The mad people erupt once more into she’s a crackwhore chants. Madwoman points out to the crowd. A few of the more violent inmates grab chairs and begin throwing them against the glass walls of the sunroom. This pleases our heroine, evident by the massive smile upon her face.
“See me beat a thot on Tuesday and next week, see me main event AGAIN. Addy A, thots get put down! That’s the Mad Clan way! LET… MADNESS… REIGN… ONLY ON HULU!”
Madwoman jumps from the table into the crowd of mad people. The scene begins to fade away as she is carried out of the room, crowd surfing on madness.