Post by Maz on Jun 15, 2017 0:06:05 GMT
TASTE OF FATE
アウトバックのルール
That taste, that bitter taste of what is recognized as an “L”, the new-age way of describing a loss. I’ve tasted many variations of that word, plenty of times, even some because of my own doing but to what occurred a couple weeks back at Redemption 108 ... I’m seething. Tony and Geno and Frankie. Three fuckfaces who methodically timed their arrival and timed their intervening perfectly. Hidden within the crowd and for what was deemed to be Faith, Chris and ... that clown who sported the alias of Funky Dragon, turned out to be theirs in the end with that interference.
Bless your scrawny, little hearts Geno and Tony. I hope you enjoyed that scenario. I hope you enjoyed the cosplay, dressing up and hiding out only to screw me and Aurora out of devouring our ‘meal’. As if we didn’t despise you already, another level is reached. Now thanks to you taking out Faith’s tag partner, I’m the one that has to tag with the ‘hot-headed’ blonde. Faith, who has a shorter tick than I, will attempt to grab an understanding of communication with me for this match. She don’t like me and the same can be said for her but our only reason for alignment and wanting to get together is because of vengeance. The purest source of revenge.
Something greater than us, bring us odd pair together. She wants revenge for them taking out her dear, beloved partner and I simply want to bite their heads off and spit them out for them causing a ruckus and being the cause of us losing that battle. I really, really hate interferences. What happened to the good old days where you waited until after the match to do your injustice? What happened to the level of respect to let the individual or individuals do what is needed before you stick your “nose” into their business?
We will never see eye-to-eye. We will always be misaligned, we will always be enemies. I will always want to chew a portion of your body off and spit it out into the trash or better yet, tie you up and drop you under water while tied to a cinder block. That’s how you ‘gangsters’ get down when you want someone gone and to never, ever, ever come back, right?
Mmhm...
Olly and I had a little ‘talk’, and we discussed that I need to change up some things about myself that has been holding my trueness back. I have an ounce of feeling for Faith about what happened to her partner. If that would’ve happened to Rori, my Devil ... I wouldn’t know what to do. There would be complete mayhem at every corner. I would burn this round, blue circle down to nothing but ashes.
Within those ashes would be none other than Mr. Funkenstein, Cassius Reed. One who believes he’s mightier than the sword. Better than the rest. He’s walking blindly into a situation that is too much for him. Yes, the “Iron King”, he’s testing his feet in the wrong area of water. He feels he can’t be touched. I’m here to let him know he very well can be touched. What was Redemption 108, he’s in for a whirlwind for what is to come. I give no hints, no clues. Cassius can speak with that great, brave bravado all he may but I’m going to “humble” him greatly in a way he will never forget.
Life comes at you fast. Mazzy comes at you even faster. Lightning. The Collective made that great mistake of staring at my identity rather than paying attention to my vicious abilities and ways. You should worry more about if you’re going to live or die rather than worrying if I’m a boy or a girl. If you can’t tell than you have failed society. Dip your head in cold water and remain that way until you find yourself in a cold, unconscious state.
Tony, Geno, my really wack gangsters, you will be in store for something truly ridiculous. You will be the most polished tag team in this battle but guess what, the most deranged, odd pairing of two complete polar opposites will be the ones standing tall.
One thing I understand about Faith, she wants to win. She will push to whatever limit possible to get a win. When she doesn’t, it bugs her deeply. She screams, irate with herself, her performance. She wants this win more than anyone and I can understand that. Again, we may never see eye-to-eye ever with our styles but when you put two and two together ... oh my! Hell may not be waiting this time but the Coroner surely will.
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Labonte Park
Corpus Christi, Texas
3:00 PM
“These raindrops keep falling on my head...”
His eyes aimed upwards, a glare at the liquid particles that plopped onto his beyond stenched trench coat that forever seemed glued to his body. From cold to hot, the miles he walked in it, it was speaking in strong tones. It didn’t seem to bother him or Olly, who remained on that right shoulder, looking out at the scene in Labonte Park. Maz slowly hummed off-key, slightly slurring lyrics to that infamous song track.
“...But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red.”
The camera panned and zoomed in, grabbing sight of Masaru’s eyes which his Iris and Sclera were red, the lyrics he said were opposite from the current moment. They were angrily red. Either that or the extreme lack of rest. The rain continued to fall, seemingly even faster and harder as it seemed to dent the hard-packed sand. Maz’s head shifted to the left as he watched the folks pass by, quickly flicking up their umbrellas, well prepared for the tricky forecast the day promised to bring. Maz just took it all in, letting the warm rain drops smack him relentlessly across the face.
“Crying’s not for meee...”
Reaching into the left side of his black coat, he reached deep into one of the pockets before pulling out some kind of particle of food, unsure of what it truly was but he held it over towards Olly, who dipped his head down to retrieve it. Digesting it as he fluffed his wings, Masaru’s head returned to its original position, straight back, looking upwards towards the somewhat dark, ominous sky that brought this torrential downpour.
“Cause, I’m never gonna’ stop the rain by complaining!”
Olly took brief flight from off Maz’s shoulder. He didn’t even give an ounce of attention the Owl fleeing from his shoulder. Maz had a thousand percent trust in Olly that all would be fine. More trust in a preying, nocturnal bird than an actual human. That’s how oddly the cards were with him. The rain had suddenly begun to slow down to a moderate pace.
“Because I’m free ... Nothing’s worrying me.”
From moderate, the rain fell to nothing but drizzles as the skies caused the scene to grow a bit brighter. It came to a point where things flipped a complete one hundred and eighty degrees. Maz’s head popped up, noticing the change himself from darkness to light as the heat suddenly became the next thing as the Sun beamed down. From rain to sunshine, not much humidity but the heat was now flicked to “ON”.
“It won’t be long till’ happiness steps up to greet meeee!”
His arms pushed out wide, seemingly jolted with great excitement. His face glowed as the Sun reflected off. Raising himself off of the wooden bench, one could hear the slight cracking and popping of his muscles from sitting on that bench for quite the time.
“Olly...come, come back!”
That cue lead to the Owl flying short distance to regain his spot back, perched atop that right shoulder. Maz glanced at Olly for a moment as he pointed out to the waters that were ahead.
“It’s amazing where life can take you. It’s funny what it can do to you, that along with fate itself. It can bring you down, it can bring you up, or it can just brutally fuck the life out of you. I’ve been there, done that. It’s most amazing when you’re used to it and don’t even feel it. Who knows what I’d be if it wasn’t for my difficult childhood. If it wasn’t for my dick of a Father and what occurred in that aftermath, I probably wouldn’t be this way. I’d be something more, but no, I sold my soul to the Devil at an early age on a runaway.”
“Taste of bad, unfortunate fate. Faith, she would’ve never predicted this. I would be the last option of her choosing if it came down to picking but you know that saying, some things are much closer than they appear? Faith is much closer to the depths of hell than it would appear. She’s a bull that sees red. When that tick of hers ‘tock’, there’s not one person who can stop her. She may not want to admit it but Mazzy knows. Oh yes, Mazzy knows best. Tony and Geno, they deserve the horns of the raging bull. They deserve the stampede of that raging bull’s wrath. They not only cost my team a match, oh no .. they severely injured my partner’s partner.”
Looking out at the water rush up against the sand of the shore, he chuckled loudly.
“What were they thinking? Wait, no, they are incapable of thinking so of course they didn’t know. Faith and I as this team, imagine if there was such a thing of Jason Vorhees and Carrie. There’s blood everywhere. Tony, Geno, Frankie ... you’ve outdone yourself yet again. What are you going to do to someone who lives in a world of pain, adopts it, enjoys it and gives it back? What are you going to do to a woman who can be just as sadistic as her partner? What can you do? Answer, there isn’t a fucking thing you three can do!”
“Faith, darling girl, come to Redemption 109 ready to wear black. We have a funeral to attend. I know deep down you want to ride Satan’s wave. I know deep down, you’re boiling with rage and hiding it so elegantly to not release it. My bit of advice for you, let yourself free. Hold nothing back. Kill. Kill. Kill. Leave nothing. The more you hold in your anger, the more damage you’ll sustain. Let it free. Enjoy the beautiful orgasm you will have when you just let it free. I tried running away from the Devil but in the end, I had no more corners to run and escape. I sold my soul. It’s black and dirty. You won’t admit it, but I want to see you wreck havoc without care. There, my advice. Do as you please...”
He chose to back up a couple steps and take his place back on the bench seat as he let off a long sigh as the Sun disappeared behind the clouds that were passing by. A subtle smirk rested on his face.
“Judgment day, it’s coming your way! Anata wa subete okasa rete iru!”
Speaking in Japanese at the last bit, it translated to him letting his opponents know that they were all going to be screwed come 109 edition of Redemption. Laughter filled the air from Maz as he even alerted his pet owl, whose eyes widened from the sharpness of the laughter. He gained others attentions that passed by. The scene had quickly come to a fade as it got a shot of the pretty blue water.
