Post by Maz on Jul 29, 2017 23:18:58 GMT
DEATH KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
ドアでノックする死
ドアでノックする死
LOST AND FOUND
Somewhere in California...Somewhere. - 10:30 PM
It was hot night, not literally but figuratively. Upper eighties at nightfall. While there might have not been a lot of humidity. These conditions didn’t seem to affect one, Masaru Inoue, who seemed to have a niche of landing himself in a weird spot damn near daily. This time was no different as there was a half-drunken bottle of Whiskey. Cheap brand, not the usual. A complete drunken stupor as he sat upright on the edge of the concrete walkway path that covered the stretch of the tall building behind him. He was out of it. Olly, was nowhere to be found. Somewhere scoping out food possibly but nowhere near his Owner.
He was supposed to be on-schedule with everyone else as far as making it to Las Vegas in preparation for the grand event, “Under the Coliseum Lights” but for Masaru, he was one to always go on his own groove, not obeying or paying attention to what others do. Sometimes he was on schedule and other times, like now, he was on his own approach.
“Watashi wa totemo unzarida.”
Four Hours Later...
There was a great lapse in time and still, there was the lonely, drunken, passed-out body of Masaru. His Owl, Olly, was back in the picture, standing to the side of him rather than on his shoulder, standing as a watchguard of some sort. That was until the unlikely timing of a car pulling up into one of the parking slots. It was close to two-thirty in the morning. Opening the door and closing, an Asian stood to the side of the car, looking over at the walkway to Masaru who was now flat on his back on the walkway.
Approaching carefully, the Asian man walked over towards Masaru, looking right down on him, examining him. He waved his hand as his face frowned up a bit. He glanced over at the tipped over bottle of Whiskey that was empty now, obviously spilt out. Maz’s mouth was wide open, eyes closed and a look of carelessness in his body expression. The man reached into his pocket, grabbing out a set of keys as he walked over to the double doors and unlocked it. Again h reached into his opposite pocket, pulling out his phone as he dialed quickly someone.
“Yes, yes, it’s me. I need you to come to the office quickly! It’s important!”
With the Asian accent pouring through, he hung up his phone and waited nearby on his partner to show up. He kept his eyes on the subject the whole time.
Thirty minutes later...
Another car had pulled up, that of the man awaiting his partner to come. Quickly getting out of his vehicle, another man exited, Asian as well, came over to his partner and glared at Masaru before looking back.
“Who is this?”
“I absolutely have no clue. I came in as usual, early hours of the morning to get some extra work done and I see this...display. I don’t know who it is?”
“He looks as if he’s dead!” The Asian man lightly kicked the right arm of Masaru as it did nothing. No reflex.
“He’s not dead, just beyond drunk! Help me get him inside.”
“Richard, you did not just call me to come here to help you drag this smelly drunk up a flight of stairs...Leave him out here!”
Richard just held his head down as his partner spoke.
“Just help me Jaimie, and I’ll help you!”
“Fine!”
The two men grabbed each of Maz’s arms as they used their strength to pull the rest of his body up onto the concrete walkway and along to the entrance. Jaimie and Richard had struggled but they managed to get him inside. Pulling him across the slick wooden floor, getting all kind of woodburn as that trench coat he had on was getting drugged on. Reaching the steps, the two took a quick breather before nodding to each other that they were ready. One by one, they inclined slowly up the steps, still holding both arms of his as they got closer and closer to the second floor.
“When we get him up here, we place him in the chair. I’ll deal with him when he decides to wake up.” Richard said, giving some directions to his partner.
“Fine!” Jaimie once again said with a quick hunch of the shoulders.
Going along albeit a bit defiant, the two once again managed to drag Masaru the rest of the way up, five steps that were left as they got him finally. Helping him up, they quickly escorted him to the empty chair as he sat all out of proportion, somewhat uncomfortable but completely still out of it.
“Thanks!” Richard said, before the two shook hands on it as Masaru looked as uncomfortable as one could be and probably when he wake up, would feel one hell of a ache from the way he was twisted up in the chair, but for now, all was...
“What about that Owl?” Jaimie asked.
“I’m not touching that thing ... Just leave the front doors open, he’ll find his way in. I’m not going near it.”
Richard fanned his hands away, he let it be and so did his partner as both made their way off to respective directions.
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“So Cassius, my one-eyed Iron King, you have your sight set on putting me down for all that I’ve done huh? You and this...Death Penalty talk, it’s got you screaming and hollering in attempt to put me away for good huh?”
Masaru, leaned up against a red, brick wall, a lit cigarette in between his index and middle finger, holding it just tight enough to not deform its shape, Masaru tilted his head slightly after asking that question, as if waiting for an answer.
“Look at me, Cassius. LOOK AT ME!”
He let off with power at the end there as he looked into the camera that was filming him.
“Can’t you see, Champ? There have been numerous...NUMEROUS imbeciles who’ve claimed that they were going to end ‘poor old’ Masaru Inoue but you know, talking and walking can’t be done at a piss-poor level. Only those elite enough can walk and talk at the same time. They shot at me empty threats. EMPTY FUCKING THREATS, CASSIUS!/b] They were going to end my cycle of terror. Yet here I am, still walking, still creating ruckus and causing hell for individuals like yourself.”
“See, I’m addicted to two things in this fucked up life of mines. That’s glitter and gold. Glitter, if you’re wondering, thats the things that shimmer, that makes my eyes light up bright and wide. Blood and violence is a part of my defining term of “Glitter”. The fascination of busting someone open wide and watching them bleed, it brings me satisfaction and joy. Watching them quiver in my hands as I beat the living shit out of them as they cry for release, that's what glitters for me. Gold, of course you know what that is...the ultimate driving point. Championships.”
Masaru stuck the cigarette in his mouth slowly before motioning with his hands slowly around his waist, that of a certain title, the Rebirth Championship.
“My black heart cracked slightly the night my dear friend Aurora lost her title in a long, hard duel against you Cassius. I studied that match back and forth, looking for every spot of weakness I could find from you. You did what many couldn’t do, including myself and that is defeat the glorious Goddess, Aurora. Taking not only the Iron King crown, but the Rebirth Championship. Now, we fought hard as a team to get back what she deserved to never lose in these Tag titles and now with all that I have, I plan on bringing Singles gold back to this side of town.”
“The fact that you worry about losing an eye and a bit of your stupid afro appeases me. You care more about that than worrying about your precious title being snatched away from your one-eyed soul within moments. You worry about penalizing me with the Death Penalty rather than just focusing to put me out of my misery. I’ve been waiting to meet my maker, Cassius. No one has been brave enough to take that death-defying step of taking me out forever. I’ve always been the one to finish the job, putting the opposition in a critical situation.”
“You want to worry about hair, an eye, all the other bullshit. Trying to manage personal issues such as an Identity Disorder. The fact that I have to try and strangle several different voices in my head. Ones telling me to calm, like right now and others telling me to fuck everything and kill those who try and get in your way. Voices that I’ve dealt with since as an early teen. For fucking sakes, I fell in love with violence after stabbing my bitch of a Father in the throat. I felt good. I felt release. I felt whole. My Mother, she the only one who understood at the time of what I was going through.”
Masaru took a deep breath as he took another drag of the cigarette before holding it to his side once more.
“Cassius, at any moment I can end you and feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. It would be a loss to Phoenix Wrestling and Hard Knox Wrestling if I all of a sudden feel that way. The only things that give me an inch of calmness is that of my partner Aurora and my Olly. Two things. Dissociative Identity Disorder is the worst kind of illness to have, especially when you haven’t taken medicine in months, almost years. The posterboy for UTCL 6 is going to become the posterboy to this asskicking of a lifetime.”
“Flashback to a few years ago, Under The Coliseum Lights 3, at least I believe it was the third edition. My memory can be shit, but it was a big show inside of the Roman Coliseum and matched up against our GM, Seth Black, the two of us going to hell and back but he thought he too could end me as he’s done others and at the end of the night, I damn near killed him, breaking a portion of the architect of the famous venue in the same motion. I know as current day, those back aches constantly reminds him of me. You will constantly be reminded of me with each passing day, Cassius. I will forever have an effect on you on the daily. I’m going to grab you by what's left of your hair and I’m going to drag you through every fucking portion of that Palace until you scream a safe word. I will not let up!”
Masaru once again, puffing, he showed no worried look on his face during the process as he seemed ready to unload. He seemed ready to bring ruckus unlike before and last but not least, he looked ready to be the next holder of the Rebirth Championship.
“A sick, twisted fantasy of mines Cassius is to hear you scream for mercy in third person. Hear Cassius himself beg for mercy in the worst way. Pain is nothing but a four-letter word to me, Cassius but what is it to you? You’ve never witnessed my kind of pain. You’ve never experienced an episode of “The Mazzacre” but you will. Come the sixth of August, oh you will! You will see your life speed up so fucking quick, it might make you cream in your tights just at the thought of it. I gave you a taste. I gave you a sample. You will get the main course in a few more days, Cassius. A few more days and I promise you, you will find out why many others have failed to do what you continue to spew to people in ‘Caps Lock’ of what you’re going to do to me.”
“My dominance will reign on as I collect yet another name to a historic pile-up of those I’ve put to rest.”
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PROBLEM-SOLVER?
Same damn location...just a few hours later - 9:45 AM
Finally showing signs of movement after hours of stiff-sitting, Masaru struggled to open his eyes. You could sense the pain felt from being in that chair for more than an hour. His eyes opened and immediately went wide as it was not the last location he remembered himself being at.
It suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks...
“WHERE THE FUCK AM I?”
His voice echoed down the stretch of the hallway, enough to grab the attention of the man responsible of putting him where he was. He saw that Masaru was wide awake now, he made his way slowly out of his office as Masaru saw him too through the clear glass of the office. The man made his way out of his office as he put on a welcoming smile.
“Well finally you have awakened. I know that chair isn’t the most comfortable but it is all I had available. You...you were pretty out of it last night. Very dangerous to leave yourself accessible like that.”
“Who are you?” Masaru asked, wasting little time.
“I am Richard Choo. Me and my Partner, who also helped along with getting you in here, I am a Psychotherapists. We treat people with mental disorders and other issues.”
Maz tensed up a little, a showing sign of slight fear as he heard that word.
“Well I don’t belong here! I should go...”
The man pressed and pushed Maz back into the chair as he tried to ease his way out.
“No, I think you shouldn’t. You see, while you were sleep, I did some research. You have no I.D on you so I took a quick picture on my phone and found out who you were through some resources of mine. You definitely belong here.”
“I DON’T NEED YOU OR ANYONE’S SHIT! I AM FINE!”
He shook his head, not falling in agreement to Masaru’s words.
“Far from it. I see you suffer from DID and that alone is alarming with some of the reports I found and your high tendencies of involving yourself in violent acts. Triggering. I need to ask you a few questions.”
“NO!”
“Look, you were found outside of this building, therefore I deserve to have a few questions answered. Plus I could be able to solve some of your problems you may have.”
Maz reacted, not wanting anything to do with this guy or his practices.
“From what I know, you are supposed to be in Vegas for this event in a few days, right? This guy you face, he has something you want and it feels like a close battle but deep down, Masaru, you know it feels like an arms race in which you aren’t close to winning? Just seeing the look on your face right now, I see that I’m hitting some nerve.”
Maz stuttered, shaking his head as if denying all that was being said.
“I HAVE HIM WHERE I WANT HIM, YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I have him in the palm of my hands. I’m bringing his reign to an end! You do not know me. Don’t try and ostricize me just because of some “resources”. THIS BRAIN IS TOO FUCKED UP TO BE ANALYZED, RICHARD!”
Richard’s head lowered but not for long as he pointed at Masaru, a look of hope in his eyes.
“But...I can help you! Help you direct those strong, triggering feelings to something more constructive. It may work and it may not but give me a chance. It could be the change you need.”
Eye to eye, Masaru stared deep into the eyes of the man, seeing if his words were going to stick. Of course a bit of shock had to have run through the man’s body with the deep stare he was being given by Masaru.
“I’m perfectly fine the way I am. I don’t need your ‘problem-solving’ assistance. I solve problems that are an issue...”
He paused as he started to look around himself, his eyes widened once again as he didn’t see what he was looking for.
“Where...Is...OLLY?!!”
“Olly is safe. He is very, very smart. But for protection, I had my partner to place him in a cage. He is fine. He’s in good condition. He’s right there in my office. I just want the opportunity to help you. What you have, it is easy to do something and not remember. Someone trigger you and you commit to doing something and not remember it the next day...”
He paused.
“It could be troubling. You need medication. You need to be watched over. You need a lot of things but I’m sure you aren’t going to agree to any of it.”
Masaru nodded.
“I’m fucking fine I said! I don’t need meds. I have a watcher over me, Olly. He watches out for me. I don’t need any advisors. GIVE ME MY DAMN BUDDY SO I CAN BE ON MY WAY!!!”
The man backed off, as he placed his hands up in the air, backing all the way to the office door. He went inside, grabbed the cage and came back out to hand it to Masaru.
“Fine, by all means, go ahead. I just was attempting to help but go! You are free!”
Masaru pivoted into the opposite direction before walking on off. The man shook his head as Masaru moments later, no longer was in sight.
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