[Minneapolis, Minnesota]

[Its dark outside. Rain drops flood his face. Though he just wipes it away. The weather never bothered him much. Not when he was fighting for bread in New Yorks finest dumpsters. Not when he was shanked in a homeless shelter. Not when he decided to leave his home at 17 with no discernable talents. Growing up he witnessed his dad beat his mom senseless every friday night. Blaming her for his shitty life. Blaming her for everything. Eight shots of Jack will make you angry if you aren't already. Then it happened. He was only 15 at the time. He attempted to defend his mom. Marlin just got in the way. For two years straight every Friday night he receive the beatings for his mom. She left six months after the first altercation. A year and a half and the cycle went Friday night beating, Saturday night cut himself.]

Marlin Whipkey:River Styx you came up against the wrong man. You see all the scars on my arms. Thats me watching myself bleed. Hoping I caught an artery to take my pain away. This hardcore match this Sunday will be fun. You ever taste your own blood Styx? You ever been in a street brawl that was life or death. You see pain, blood, violence is a life I lived. This is will be just a mild continuation of the life I lived. Every time a cut opens on me I'll smile. Every time you knock me down I'll bounce right back up. I've been through it all and I'll gladly be through it all again. Though I know little about your background and your history. I know about my background and history. And no matter what sadistic way you hurt me. I don't give up. If I give up. I die. And I don't want that. Well, not from your hands at least.

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[I wish I could Fade Away]