Post by Maz on Apr 27, 2017 22:07:22 GMT
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As the scene opened, a stumbling Masaru Inoue was seen and heard, humming something. His hair all blown out as he sported that ‘wild’ style look. Long trench coat that dragged the ground. He looked at the bottle that only had a corner to spare. The unseen label of a whiskey bottle was empty as hell. Squinting and staring into the hole of the bottle, Masaru began smiling as he wasted no time, turning up the bottle, draining the corner shot with no hesitation. He continued his humming...
“W-Who can turn the world on with his smile? .. W-Wh-Who can take a...nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?”
Wincing a bit as every step he took seemed to soon be troublesome. His grin returned as he started mimicking an evil laugh. He continued.
“...Well it’s you boy, and you should know it! With each glance and every little movement you show it..”
Fresh from out of a liquor store, it seemed to be his resting place. No real home, just the back of small stores in cities where the shows roamed. Long off from the medicine he’s supposed to take. He held no fucks about any of that as violence was his vice. It was his addiction. It was what kept him going. Having to restrain his own demons at times, things were kind of quiet and it also seemed like Olly, the Owl was more than just a pet to him, but a calmer. Keeping Masaru from relapsing into that violent tick.
“OHHHH Howww will you make it on your own? ... This world is awfully big, boy this time you’re all alone!”
Returning back to what were these lyrics. Lyrics that belonged to that of Mary Tyler Moore’s TV Show theme, he definitely made it sound awfully worse. Strung vocal chords, screaming out words for all to hear. Only catching a few eyes from far bystanders who pretty much ignored the drunken stupor of Inoue.
“...But it’s time...it’s time you started living. It’s time...you let someone else do some giving...”
He paused from any further steps as he stood still, looking up at the clouds as he was wobbly as hell.
“Love is allllll around, no need to waste it...You can have it all, why don’t you take it!”
He sudenly spread his arms out wide to his side, bottle and all, his head tilted back as he smiled pleasantly...
“You’re gonna make it after alllllll....”
Extending on the ending of the lyric, he took a moment to let it settle in, his arms still hanging out wide to his side. That devilish, satanic grin was still there. Taking in a deep breath, standing still, he exhaled.
“Youuu’reee gonnnnnaaaa make it affterrr allllll!”
*PLLUUMMFFFF*
Face-first into the unforgiving asphalt. The splashing sound of the thick glass crashing and busting on the ground. Olly, who was on the shoulders of Masaru had quickly made his move to safer grounds. Movement was soon seen as his fresh-cut ‘paws’ grabbed out for something to pull at but there was nothing but humid air that contacted his bloody hands. Pushing off the hot asphalt, he slowly motioned forward in a slow, worm-like motion. Things shortly came to a fade.
April 24TH 2017
Guadalajara, Mexico
Things come back to life in a sense of sight. You could see the wall of humidity withering everything in sight at a ten-twenty foot radius. A long-sighted shot of Masaru Inoue was captured as you could see the wavering humidity cover him and the glare off the hot asphalt beneath. It shined like glass from distance. Shades covering the eyes of Masaru who had his friend, his partner, his pet, Olly the Owl. That ragged trench coat remained on him through the grueling heat. It was about ninety degrees but reality was felt in the triples. He looked worse for wear, his hand heavily bandaged from that incident.
"We’ve come a long way, my friend. We’re almost there!"
You could hear the Owl squawk as in if an immediate response to Maz’s statement. It could be he was onto something else. Maybe a cry for help? Water? Something to eat? There was no translator but Maz swore he could understand him.
"Yes, I know but we can’t let a ‘little’ heat put us under. We’re used to this. Sweltering heat, hot enough to melt one’s skin off their body. In a few days, we will be done with all of this, understand me?"
You could see the Owl turn his head, obviously searching and being on alert for something good. Masaru taking it in good stride, nodding his head.
"I didn’t hurl myself all the way over into Mexico to be served a shit fucking loss and lose those shiny new titles. That would be absolutely upsetting!" Maz sighed as he lowered his head. "She deserves better honestly but EVERYTHING will be fine in the end. Those two shit teams, they can’t equal the violence me and the Queen can create in that type of environment."
He snickered.
"Name-calling won’t deliver them hope. Fuckin’ Italian pussies! They hold no clue to the tree they are trying to dig their cleats into. Being from Italy won’t save your souls. Being ‘Gangsters’ won’t increase your toughness. Being dangerous won’t credit you with a better intimidating rating. These games you’ve gone long enough with playing will come to its end in a few days when I watch you fall twenty feet down through a table and landing on a chair or possibly on the outside with the back of your heads busted open, flesh spewed everywhere."
He calmly wiped away the sweat beads that were running down his forehead.
"You’ve ran that motor of a mouth way too much. You’ve disrespected not only ME, but the Queen of the DDT, The Crossroads, Aurora. You two will soon be laid to rest along those crossroads. We gave you a warning and diss after diss after diss, you held no respect for the unknown. Your lives will flash multiple times in this showcase before all fades to black. You will be put to your final destination. Believe me."
He hears the Owl make a noise to which he nods.
"You damn right, Olly! They will pay dearly for their mistakes. Talking shit can only take you so far before you fall flat and those bitches have fell flat. You know what has fallen flat?...My goddamn stomach. I NEED FOOD. I NEED LIQUOR. MY SOUL CANNOT BE A DRIED TOMATO!"
Breathing heavily as his hands grasped alongside his hips.
"Oh, you ask, what about Faith and her spirit animal of a friend, Chris Andrew? Oh well.."
Taking his left hand, tapping the bottom of his chin with his index finger, he thought on those two.
"I used to adore Faith. Faith at one point was undoubtedly a grand talent, still is but something has changed about her from the previous years of seeing her. Before all had went on a fade to black, she was putting on a showcase but these days, as I previously stated, something has changed. I...I can’t quite put a finger on it. Wait, what was that Olly?"
His attention turned to the Owl who had made some kind of sound.
"..Too many fucking jobs? Is that what you are saying Olly? Smart Owl. Very outstanding amount of stress on the mind and body. Your body is consuming all this damage and yes, while you’re young and free and able to spend your energy however you please, on important situations like this, it’s hard to be “on-point” with your attack. But right, you have ...Chris Andrew."
He sighed.
"Chris fucking Andrew, what are you going to do BOY? Yes, you are talented but what have you done? Yes you’ve grown to be okay alongside Faith but what have you done? Nothing up until this point and as you can see, I’m not ‘shivering’ in my fucking dirty, muddy boots I’m walking in. You present no danger to me and Aurora, and I’m not ‘overlooking’ you. You are in a essence, riding the coattails of an ‘overcooked’ Faith. Life is never fair. If it was, would I FUCKING BE HERE? WOULD I BE THIS FUCKING ... DAMAGED? WOULD I FEEL ABSOLUTE PAIN IN MY CHEST WITH EVERY FUCKING BREATH I TAKE?"
"The answer is NO! If life was fair, I wouldn’t have stabbed my father in the neck. If life was fair, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was and still am in. It would be all flowers and sunshine. That’s the price you pay and you two are paying one hefty fucking price. Lastly, if life was fair, Aurora would’ve still held these titles alongside Conor but funny how life is. Life is a bitch and a blessing. Some credit for it. She is now a two-time and I’m alongside her wonderful presence as we present high voltage danger to anyone who attempts to ‘touch us’. There’s that!"
Masaru tilted his head as he looked at it in that light. A smile emerged on his face his returned to walking the side strip on the long, up and downhill road that resided in the desert heat. The backroads. It was just all dry land, severely dry land. Only thing missing was tumbleweed flying across the road. His sluggish stance seemed like he would crumble over in any instance and be left dead to rights. No food, no water...or liquor in his body for a longstanding amount of time. His steps grew slower and slower to a point where it looked like he was at his climax and no further progress would be made. That was until that peak sound of the Owl caused his head to lift back up and his eyes grew as wide as the Owl’s eyes. That was because in the far distance, there was some small building that held a lot of a couple cars.
"Well look what the hell we have here? Oooh!"
It was almost like a kick in the ass for Masaru as his motivation to walk better and at a slightly hastier pace as his eyes remained wide, looking to get there FAST. Olly remained perched, calm on his Master’s shoulder as he looked out. The distance grew shorter and shorter with every breath he took. His body drenched with sweat on the inside, smelling like something dead. He didn’t let it bother him. He walked and walked until he had come to a complete stop. That smile grew even wider as he saw a glowed sign in the window that read “BAR OPEN!” in big bold letters. The excitement that ran through his system was unexplainable.
"We’re here Olly! We’re here...all is available to us!"
Walking with a much more calmer approach now that he had finally made it, his ends of his trench jacket dragging as it did, albeit now torn and beyond shredded. It was like raggedy homemade tassels. Taking in a deep breath before exhaling, he pulled open the steel door before entering swiftly as inside smelt like that of a Bar lounge, despite not being heavily filled. There were a couple of bodies that were around but their eyes were focused on the ‘strange’ newcomer who obviously was not from around here. Mexicans with beer-filled mustaches had that look as if they felt trouble with the sight of Masaru. Masaru held a look of pause, not engaging with a word or nothing. After staring around momentarily, he looked at the bar table where a few stools were available for taking. He slowly dragged himself over and took a seat, feeling the eyes of everyone inside stare right through him, painfully.
"Don'na goyōdeshou ka?"
Throwing him way off, being of where he was, the young female spoke in Japanese to Masaru who started snickering with laughter as the obvious bilingual bartender spoke, requesting if she could help him with anything. He nodded.
"Your finest Tequila! This is the city of where Tequila is your trademark. So that will be fine for me and my partner here. Well, for me!"
She took the request, as she walked a bit and grabbed a glass and a bottle of Tequila, Tres Mujeres to be exact, which is one of the top brands in Tequila. Maz’s eyes lit up once more as he watched her pour right to the rim of the glass. An ice cube sat floating right in the middle as she served it to him with a smile of her own.
"Enjoy!"
Maz’s head lowered as his lips cusped around the glass, sipping the tequila. He banged his fist on the table, causing his beverage to slightly spill over. A chaotic laugh followed as he obviously was happy with the taste quality.
"GOOD!"
He sat upright, grabbing the glass and turning it up as he took all contents down except for the lonely, melted ice cube that was in really small size now thanks to the warm Tequila. He rolled his head and neck around in a clockwise direction. He shoved the glass back to the woman.
"MORE!"
Turning her head, she heard him speak in her direction as she was trying to assist with another customer who was far right of him. She rushed back grabbing Maz’s glass as he patiently waited. Another ice cube and a perfect pour to the rim of the glass had Maz jittery with excitement. A want for food was no longer wanted. Two rounds of ace quality Tequila obviously was the trick for him. She returned back to the previous customer as Maz sipped much slower, trying to enjoy. That was until his motions paused, feeling one’s breath on his neck.
"Your trail of terror is finished!"
Feeling the heavy breath blow on the back of his neck, his head rose as he waited a few seconds before turning around slightly on the stool.
"Oh? What have I done to garner such a..crowd?" Holding a smile, he stared the man talking in the eyes, choosing not to blink once.
There were four others who joined alongside the man, placing Maz in a trap, well sort of a trap. There was much space in between each as they surrounded him.
"Tienes una recompensa en la cabeza...time to go, Ese!"
A befuddled look hung on Maz’s face as he grabbed nothing but the “time to go” part as his mind trailed, trying to match it with their expressions they were all sporting in unison. Each weren’t showing of something pleasant. One of the guys surrounding Maz decided to ‘press’ on the shoulder of Maz. Something the guy should’ve thought twice about before doing as he went quickly to the floor after a ‘skull-cracking’ headbutt from Maz took him down. Three stood tall as Olly grew uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Leaving from off the table, he flapped his large wings as his claws went to work, scraping against the face and eyes of one of the presumed attackers, leaving two.
Masaru kicked another in his jewels before shoving him head-first into the side of the bar counter. Last one took a stiff right kick to the skull, putting him to sleep with ease.
"MY EYES, MY FUCKING EYES, I CAN’T SEE!!! ARRGGHHHH!!!" The loud cry in accent came through from the man who got clawed in the face by Olly.
Everyone else took off including the bartender. All huddled in a corner, trying to remain out of the light. Olly swooped around and struck again, the same guy as before, trying to rip at the eyes again but the guy luckily dropped to the floor to avoid anymore damage.
"OLLY! GET BACK OVER HERE!" Masaru screamed out at the Owl, who quickly made his way back over, siting perched on his shoulder.
Masaru walked over to the table, grabbing that glass he was drinking out of. He turned it up and took it all down without a flinch. Banging it down on the table, he stepped over the individuals on the floor, able to make it out of the bar in stumbling fashion. Cameras however remained behind and for good reason as it zoomed in over to the right wall as a “WANTED” sign was seen hanging and right beneath it was the face of Masaru. A reward of twenty-five thousand dollars was at stake. As the camera zoomed out, things had slowly faded to black.
