A/N- I predict that no one read APOTE, eh? Anyway, I hope you people appreciate my fics. I spend a hella long time on them and I really don’t like it when noone reviews…So throw me a bone and review if you haven’t done so already. Back to the subject at hand, though. This fic came from two things. A) Too much Mountain Dew and B) Lots of sleep deprivation. After you read this, you’ll thank God you’re not me….I own noone…..Mind if I give a little history of this fic? I wrote this a few days ago..After Marilyn Manson was on Celebrity Deathmatch….I was a little upset by the results, so I decided to make my OWN version of CD. There were a number of characters who had similar roles in this fic. The true Manson portrayed in this fic didn’t emerge until an idea popped into my head- A rock band member has an unusual situation- He wanted to become more recognizable than he already was by competing against other rockers, but not without one of the generous prizes that were being handed out. Unfortunately, the prizes were only given out to the highest percentages of performers. This created a initiative for him to try as hard as he possibly could to become one of the best possible contestants in order to be highly recognizable. This wouldn’t have been so fun to watch except that this person would be totally dedicated to this goal. I loved the concept of a thoroughly cynical individual who has no sense of common decency and feels no need to mask his poor performance or his total lack of respect. This fic was born. Wow, that was long..Okay, I’ll shut up now and leave you with the fic that I predict no one will review.

 

 

 

 

Over My Head - The True Story of Celebrity Deathmatch

By Trent Reznor_X_Marilyn Manson

 

Marilyn Manson laid on his back, sleeping like a rock. It was the middle of the day, but he didn’t seem to care….or notice for that matter. Someone opened his bedroom door. Marilyn was knocked out- snoring, wheezing, twitching and all the other annoying things he does in his sleep. The mysterious stranger turned out to be Trent Reznor, who sat on the bed and watched Manson. Did he himself make such noises in his sleep? Trent wondered.  He also took that opportunity to decide how he would break some bad news to Manson. At last he came up with a plan, which began with a wake up call.

“Wake up half-stepper! Arise and sing!!”

You won’t believe this. Trent didn’t believe it either, and he was there and saw the whole thing. Before Reznor’s own eyes, Manson arose and sang. Here’s how it went-

 

There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones, that want to get you high

But all the pretty, pretty ones will leave you low and blow your mind

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones, that want to get you high

But all the pretty, pretty ones will leave you low and blow your mind

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

We’re all stars now, in the dope show

 

 

Trent listened to the whole mess. As far as he knew, Marilyn had done very little singing in his lifetime, and it certainly showed. It was pretty bad.

“Uh, sorry to wake you…but…uh….I got some, like, bad news….or something…” Trent said.

“Uh…..okay….”

“Well, VH1 and MTV are doing like a fight show….or something…….they’re gonna show it next Friday..” Trent started.

“What’s so bad about that?” Marilyn asked.

“I’m about to get to that, if you’d shut your little trap and listen. VH1 and MTV are airing this special with YOU as the main fighter!!!!!!!!! You’re going to fight hundreds of rock stars ON LIVE TV!!” Trent yelled.

“Oh……no…….you’re kidding, right?” Manson asked, shocked.

“Nope….” Trent sighed. Marilyn got up and ran to a nearly empty room, with Trent following close by. Manson started to do handstand pushups. “Wow….you’re good.” Trent commented.

“Thanks, but I’m gonna get even better.” Marilyn smirked and took one hand away from his position, in order to do a pushup with one hand.

“You want me to watch the house?” Trent asked.

“Sure.” Manson replied, flipping himself back to his feet.

 

The day of the fight…..

 

Marilyn awoke from his sleep at 6:00, which gave him enough time to get ready, since the fight was at 8:00. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. When he got to his closet, he put on his fighting gi, with the Antichrist symbol on the front and back. Manson went back into the bathroom and re-applied his makeup.

“Why am I so calm? There’s a bunch of terrifyingly strong guys out there…..Maybe this intense training did something to my brain…” He thought as he put on his lipstick, a bit slower than usual. When he was done, he walked to the front door of his house. “Alright, I’m gonna do this!” He said as he flew out the door. “I WILL BECOME SUPREME RULER OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed. Soon, Manson landed at the entrance of the coliseum (sp?) where he was supposed to fight. “It’s now or never…..” He walked in and saw thousands, maybe millions of people gathered inside. “Woah, who’d have thought I’d draw this big of a crowd?” Marilyn saw Pogo, John, Ginger, Trent, and Twiggy ahead of him.

“Hey!!! What’s up?!” John yelled as he ran up to him.

“You guys came?!” Marilyn asked.

“Of course! We’re a team, remember?” Pogo smiled. “We brought some senzu beans in case you needed them.”

“We’re right in the front….ringside seats…hehehe….” Twiggy laughed.

“Welcome to Celebrity Deathmatch!” One of the announcers, Johnny Gomez, (from the real CD, in case you missed the reference) blared to the audience.

“Tonight, we’ve brought the self-proclaimed Antichrist, Marilyn Manson, into the Celebrity Deathmatch ring!” Nick Diamond, (also from CD) added. “To defend his title as the King of the Ring, Ozzy Osbourne will be fighting our Antichrist!”

“But, will Marilyn get to him, or will he be torn apart by the other rockers destined to defeat Ozzy?” Johnny said. ”Manson’s no cheesy pop star! He’s ready to rumble with the Ozzfather! Marilyn wants to prove HE’S the most Satanic rocker in the world!”

“Good luck!” Nick laughed. “I mean, who ever heard of a guy named Marilyn?!”

“Nonetheless, call this the Deathmatch From Hell!” Johnny said. “In fact, we’ve even enlarged our fighting ring, knowing that this will be the battle of the century!”
”I think the fighters are entering the ring now!” Nick announced. “In the left corner, the one and only, Rob Zombie!!! And in the right corner, the self-proclaimed Antichrist, Marilyn Manson!!!!!” Marilyn smirked. The referree walked between them.

“Rob, Manson….Manson, Rob…I don’t know which one of you is which, and I don’t care! Let’s get it on!!!!” He said.

“Hahaha…..are you ready to die!?” He asked.

“Only if you are….” Rob jumped at him with a kick, but as he came down, Manson stuck out his knee and landed it it Zombie’s stomach, stunning him for a few seconds. Marilyn took that time to deliver a crushing left hook to Rob’s face and toss him to the ground.

“It looks like Manson’s got Rob Zombie down on the ground! How will the Soulcrusher get out of this one!?” Nick commented from his safe vantage point up in the announcer box. Marilyn picked Rob up and slammed his fist into his face with a right cross. With insane strength, Manson layed Zombie over his knee and pounded his elbow into his stomach.

“With an incredible blow, Manson’s first blood has been a wild one! Who will win this exciting match?” Johnny said.

“You’ve gotten quiet…..Do you have any taunts you can back up, or is this the best you can do?” Marilyn laughed. He threw Rob into one of the turnbuckles, and hit him in the stomach with his knee.

“Do it, Manson!” Twiggy called from the audience. Marilyn smiled.

“Haha…..let me give you a taste of my incredible power!” Manson said, as he picked Zombie up and threw him to the floor. He jumped up into the air and landed on Rob with the heel of his boot. He kicked him to his feet. “Do you give up?” Manson asked, but gave Rob no time to reply, and thrusted his hand into Zombie’s stomach.

“Impossible! Marilyn might actually win this match! He’s gotten his hand into Zombie’s body and…..oh, I can’t watch!” Nick said, covering his eyes.

“Really?” Johnny asked.

“Nah!” Nick replied. They both laughed. Marilyn felt around in his opponent’s body, and then pulled out Rob’s skeleton. Blood sprayed everywhere, and some landed on Marilyn’s face. He licked it off.

“The winner!” The referree said, pointing to Manson.

“Wow! That was exciting! And it’s only the beginning! If you have a high intolerence of blood and guts, we suggest you turn off the TV and stop being such a baby.” Johnny said.

“I wonder who he’ll fight next!” Nick asked Johnny.

“Well, Nick, Marilyn’s next challenger isn’t Satanic, but he’s got a mouth that would make a sailor blush! And on top of that, if you mess with him, he’ll fucking kill you!” Johnny announced. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Eminem!” Marshall Mathers walked into the ring. Marilyn’s jaw dropped, making him look like a goldfish.

“Hahah…..close your mouth, you look like a dying fish…” Marshall joked.

“I’m fighting you..?” Marilyn asked.

“Yeah……..” Marshall folded his arms across his chest.

“But, I don’t want to kill you! You’re my friend!” Manson whined. Marshall frowned.

“Your softness makes me wretch…..” He said. The referree stepped in between them.

“Alright boys, I want a good, clean fight! Let’s get it on!” He said.

“Uh….’get it on’? I’m not getting it on with you, dude!” Manson jumped back, sick with disgust.

“He means to fight, dumbass….” Marshall smirked.

“Ohhhhhh……okay…” Marilyn leaped at Marshall with a kick. The rapper ducked and slammed his fist into Manson’s stomach. He was unfazed and let loose with a fury of lightning-fast punches and kicks, all of which connected with Marshall. Weakly, the rapper flew at Manson with his elbow. Marilyn caught it in his hand and hit Marshall over the head. Out like a light, Marshall didn’t move. Marilyn picked him up and jumped into the air.

“Uh-oh, big trouble for Eminem! Can he escape Marilyn’s seismic toss, or will it be too late for the rapper?” Johnny blared.
”Hiyaaaaaahh!!!” Manson threw Marshall over his head and into the ring. He didn’t move, giving Manson an easy victory.

“The winner, Marilyn Manson!” The referree announced.

One by one, all who challenged Marilyn were killed, except for Manson’s friends, whom he just knocked unconscious. Finally, Marilyn reached the top spot against defending champion, Ozzy Osbourne.

“Well, folks, here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Marilyn Manson, versus, our defending champion, Ozzy Osbourne!!” Johnny said. Ozzy stepped into the ring.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I’m back! And I’ll kick this makeup-wearin’ sissies’ ass!” Ozzy laughed. Marilyn tensed a bit.

“Don’t listen to him, Brian! He’s just tryin’ to get to you!” Trent called. Marilyn smiled at him.

“Don’t worry…..I’ll do my best…” Manson said.

“When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it!” Ozzy yelled at Trent. Marilyn clenched his fists.

“Hey!! The others are of no concern to you! Your fight is with me!” Marilyn said. The referree stepped in between them.

“Alright boys, I want a good, clean fight! Now let’s get it on!”

Marilyn and Ozzy faced off.

“You have no chance of winning….Your strength is far below mine….” Ozzy said.

“If you think strength is the key to winning, you don’t know how to fight! Sometimes it’s the most resourceful one who wins.” Marilyn replied.

“Let’s see your ‘resources’ then…” Ozzy laughed. Marilyn charged him with a punch, but Ozzy decked him across the face. Manson picked himself up.

“Marilyn is down, but not for long!” Johnny said. Marilyn wiped the blood off of his mouth.

“I hope that one hit satisfied you, because it’s time to die!!!” Manson flew at Ozzy.

“This again!?” Osbourne complained. Before he got to Ozzy, Manson vanished and reappeared behind him. He slammed into him with a kick, sending Ozzy flying into the air. Manson caught up with his opponent’s flight path, and punched him in the back. As Osbourne careened into the ground, Marilyn picked him up and threw him into a turnbuckle. Ozzy got out of the way of a kick and hit Manson over the head. He kicked him in the neck, and hit him in the stomach with his knee. Ozzy did a spin kick and sent Manson flying. Marilyn hit the ground and pushed himself up.

“It seems Ozzy has Marilyn down! This fight could be over before it even began!” Johnny said. Manson flew at Ozzy with fast punches. They all connected with him. Marilyn powered up and threw out a ki blast, an act never seen before in the Celebrity Deathmatch ring.

“Woah!” Johnny and Nick both said together. “Marilyn Manson has unleashed a new attack, something we’ve never seen! Could he actually defeat Ozzy?”

“Don’t get too excited, my friend, because I’ve been saving this for you!” Ozzy said, and shot a ki blast at Manson. Marilyn dodged, and charged up a Kamehameha.

“KA…….ME……..HA…….ME……..HAAAAA!!” He fired his beam at Osbourne. Ozzy stumbled back, unfazed, but clearly pissed off.

“IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!”  He yelled and charged Manson with a punch in the stomach. His fist protruded through Marilyn. He tore away, and slammed his elbow into Manson’s face. As Marilyn fell to the ground, Ozzy jumped up above him. With a sickening crunch, Manson was crushed under Ozzy’s weight. Trent watched this display with anger and tears in his eyes.

“He……he can’t…….do that to Brian……” Trent clenched his fists so tightly that he drew blood. Twiggy looked at him.

“Y…You’re not going to…….fight him, are you?” He asked.

“If….I have to….” Trent said. Meanwhile, Manson was still being tortured by Ozzy.

“Do you give up?” Osbourne asked, stomping on Marilyn.

“No…………” He whimpered, bleeding everywhere.

“THAT MISTAKE WILL COST YOU YOUR LIFE!!!!” Ozzy yelled, and charged up a Big Bang Attack. Trent powered up.

“I won’t let him do that!!!” He jumped the barricades and flew at Ozzy with a punch in the back of the neck. It didn’t faze Ozzy. Trent kicked him in the head, but it didn’t do anything. Suddenly, Ozzy turned around and faced Trent. With a powerful kick in the neck, Trent was sent flying to the other side of the ring. Ozzy released his weight off of Manson.

“Hah…..You want to join him?” Ozzy asked, smirking as he picked Trent up.
”N…no…..” Marilyn tried to get up, but he was hurt too badly.

“Get out of there, Trent!!” Twiggy called.
”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You’ll be joining Mr.Antichrist over there shortly!” Ozzy laughed as he crushed Trent’s already broken neck. Marilyn clenched his fists. He wanted to do SOMETHING to help Trent, but knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t even get up. “Don’t you regret attacking me?” Ozzy asked.
”N…No….I’d do anything to help him…” Trent said, smiling.

“Would you die for that freak?!”

“I’d die, if I had to…..” Trent replied.

“WELL, SAY GOODBYE!!!!!!!!” Ozzy powered up and tightened his grip on Trent’s neck. As Trent cried out in pain, Manson’s heart cried with him. The pain from not being able to help him was maddening. Suddenly, something snapped. The pain inside of Marilyn became so great that he lost control. He pushed himself up, but Ozzy didn’t notice. Trent saw him and smiled.

“LEAVE MY FRIEND…..ALONE!!!!!!!” Marilyn yelled and powered up, making the ground beneath him crack. Ozzy stared at him, unaware of the power Manson was generating. He flew at Ozzy with a powerful punch, sending him flying through the arena’s concrete wall. Marilyn caught Trent as he fell and handed him to Twiggy, who gave him a senzu bean to heal his injuries. Ozzy appeared in the ring, blood pouring out of his face.

“YOU……BASTARD!!!!!!! I’LL KILL YOU!!!!!” He yelled.
”Catch!” Twiggy said, and tossed Manson a senzu.

“Thanks….” Marilyn was about to eat it when Ozzy walked up to him.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing..” Marilyn hid it behind his back.

“Don’t let him have it!! It’s the last one!!” Twiggy yelled.

“I see that you and your friends treasure these…….let me see it…” Ozzy said.

“NO! NO! NO! NO!” Twiggy was going insane. “EAT IT REALLY FAST!!” Before Manson could do so, Ozzy snatched it out of his hand.

“Haha…..” Osbourne tossed the senzu into his mouth and chewed it. He suddenly felt all of his energy rejuvenate.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!” Twiggy cried.

“Oh shit….” Marilyn smirked.

“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I feel great!” Ozzy taunted. “No wonder you wanted this so badly! But too bad! My strength is completely restored, and you’re going dowwwwwwnnnn!!” He shot out hundreds of ki blasts at Marilyn. Manson, although drained of his energy, managed to get out of the way of the blasts.

“What has happened to Ozzy?” Johnny asked. “It seems his energy was restored by that food of Manson’s! Is it over for our Antichrist!?”

Ozzy powered up and brought some spikes out from the arena floor. Marilyn barely dodged the first two. On the third one, he wasn’t quite so lucky. The spike impaled him in his shoulder. Manson screamed out in pain.

“Oh my God…….no!!” Pogo cried from the sidelines. Blood dripped off of the spike and onto the ground. Ozzy caught a drop on his hand and licked it off.

He flew up to the same level Manson was at.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, smirking.

“Shut your mouth…….” Marilyn struggled to free himself, but only managed to injure himself worse.

“Don’t wear yourself out. I’d hate for you to die before I had a chance to kill you!” Ozzy laughed. He turned to the audience. “HEY!! WHO ALL THINKS MARILYN MANSON’S A STUPID FREAK!??” A couple thousand people cheered. Manson clenched his good fist. “WHO WANTS TO SEE ME KICK THIS SISSIE’S ASS!!?” Ozzy was going a bit too far. Still, thousands cheered him on. Osbourne powered up a ki blast and threw it into Manson’s stomach. Hundreds more energy blasts came at Marilyn, but he was too weak and didn’t care enough to avoid them. Twiggy saw this and was angered.

“YOU’VE GOT TO KEEP FIGHTING!!” He called. Twiggy noticed Manson mouth the words ‘Why bother?’ “BRIAN, YOU’VE GOT A LOT TO FIGHT FOR!!!” Twiggy called.

“YEAH!” Pogo added. “YOUR FANS! AND YOUR FRIENDS! JUST THINK ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE YOU’RE FIGHTING FOR, AND HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT THEM! LET THAT BE YOUR WEAPON!!”
”I….I finally understand now….” Marilyn smiled. “But…..could you get me down first?”
”Sure.” Twiggy charged up a ki blast and fired it, cutting the spike in half. “You should be able to pull the rest out yourself.”

“Hehehe…..’pull it out’. Hehehhe….” Marilyn snickered.

“THAT’S the Brian Warner we know.” Twiggy smiled at him. Manson removed the spike from his shoulder.

“It seems Marilyn has dislodged the spike from his body. But with one arm to fight with, and so little strength, will he be able to bring Ozzy down?” Nick blared.

Manson looked around at all of the people gathered to see him. They were his fans. He wouldn’t, no, he COULDN’T let them down. He powered up, making the ground beneath him shift, then crack, under his weight. Ozzy stepped back in fear. Marilyn let out his full range of power, something that he hadn’t been able to do in a long time.

“What have I done?” Ozzy asked.

“You’ve dug your own grave, that’s what!” Manson replied. He stood in his golden aura, as it pulsated around him. He took a few steps toward Ozzy. He backed up every step Manson took. Ozzy flew up a couple feet into the air.

“EVEN WITH YOUR NEWFOUND POWER, YOU’LL NEVER DEFEAT ME!!!” Ozzy yelled.

“We’ll see about that.” Marilyn mumbled under his breath. He flew up into the air, almost touching the ceiling. “KAAAAAAA………..MEEEEEEEEEEEE………………….HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……………….MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………” Manson gathered his ki for a KameHameHa Wave. Twiggy, Pogo, Ginger and John raised their hands and gave him some of their energy. All of Manson’s fans did the same.

“W…..What are you?” Ozzy asked.

“I think you already know….” Marilyn said. He was about to fire his beam, but noticed he didn’t have enough energy. “I need more energy.” He thought. “Trent….please…..give me a bit of your power…..I can’t make another attack like this….you HAVE to give me some ki.”  Trent must have heard Manson, because he weakly raised his hand and transferred some of his energy into Manson’s attack.

“N….no! Don’t fire!!!! I’ll do anything!” Ozzy pleaded. “You can’t do this! This is brutality!”
”Wrong, Ozzy. This isn’t brutality.” Manson smirked. “This is a FATALITY!!!” Ozzy braced himself for the worst, but when he opened his eyes, Manson was nowhere to be seen.

“Where did Marilyn go? Did he give up?” Johnny asked. Marilyn suddenly appeared about a few feet in front of Ozzy.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Manson fired his blast at his opponent, tearing up the ground beneath them.

“WOOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!” Twiggy cheered. Ozzy’s torso was blown off by the impact, then disentegrated by the energy contained in it. After the debris settled, the referree decided it was safe to re-enter the ring.

“The winner and undisputed champion, Marilyn Manson!”

Marilyn staggered over to the referree.

“I…I did it……I can’t believe it…..I DID IT!!!” Marilyn smiled. He looked over all the people who were cheering for him. Twiggy, Pogo, Ginger, John and Trent jumped the ropes and ran to him.

“You did it!” Pogo hugged him.

“Well, it’s over………we’re safe…….” Manson said.

“Wow….I haven’t heard THAT in a long time…” Twiggy laughed.

“For now….at least until my next tour….then I’ll start raising some hell….” Marilyn smirked.

“You’re in over your head, but we love ya anyway!” Trent smiled. Johnny and Nick had already entered the ring.
”Well, folks, that was the best fight we’ve ever seen in this Celebrity Deathmatch ring!” Johnny said.”I guess that’s what you get when you pit the biggest Satanist in the world against a wannabe!! This is Johnny Gomez-“

“And Nick Diamond!” Nick interrupted.

“For Celebrity Deathmatch, saying, Good Fight, Good Night!”

 

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