Post by Maz on Jan 10, 2017 5:01:25 GMT
Just Getting Started
The cool breeze whistled as the ferocious sound of cars zoomed past adding to the breeze. Sitting on the edge of the seat inside of the bus stop, a wide-eyed Masaru staring at what seemed to be nothing albeit looking straight forward. A shaky look on his face stood as a shock as he was shivering. Dropping what was that Scythe in his hand, as blood slowly dripped from the tip of it. Blood of another, a now-scarred soul that got the chance to run away in time before the final blow was delivered.
Fascination for blood is one of those hidden illnesses you find out about someone late in life and become very agitated towards. He glanced at his hands, seeing the imprint in his right hand with where he held that Scythe.
"She got away..." He said to himself in a disgusted sense, mad at himself for a job half-done. "I let her get away. She saw my face. She knows who I am. She’s aware of what I did and was trying to do." His body began frantically rocking back and forth.
He looked back up, the traffic of Vegas was more than just steady, it was rapid fast, all you could see was white lights and red lights zooming back and forth directions. Steadily rocking back and forth, Masaru head aimed down, staring at the weapon alongside the drippings of blood that was beside it.
"You damn right she got away and she probably will never come near the company again thanks to their resident Psycho!" Tony popped in from behind, catching onto what his ‘client’ had said previously. He looked down, seeing the weapon on the ground, noticing no reaction, no stare, no nothing. "Yo, you know I was talking about you right?"
Raising his head, staring at Tony with a blank stare, his eyes wandered briefly as he nodded his head, smiling. "Oh yeah..."
"Maz!" Tony yelled at Masaru as his whole demeanor had changed, rather switched up. A look of confusion arose on Tony’s face as he stood a couple feet from his client, witnessing the deranged situation.
"Hey Tony! Tonight was great wasn’t it? Vegas is amazing!"
Tony blinked several times, quickly shaking his head.
"Oh hell no! Nah ... Nah, we not playing this game! You can’t deny what you did back there! This game is not working." Tony spoke, outraged as his voice grew loud.
Masaru turned his body towards Tony, smiling, "What do you mean, can’t deny what I did back there? Back where? What did I do? Was it something bad?"
Tony just lowered his head, seemingly sulking as he shook his head.
"Ugh, goddamnit! You literally cut deep into the chest of a woman, your opponent by the way, on a rollercoaster seat with that thing by your feet!" He said, pointing down right at the weapon.
All Masaru did was just continue in laughter, shaking his head, not seemingly understanding the claim thrown his way. He looked down, seeing the weapon at his feet. "You trying to frame me for something I haven’t done? I been sitting right here all the time, Tony! What are you doing?"
Tony was losing his mind, grabbing at his head, holding a firm grasp of it as he tried to process it all. He knew from the information given that he would more than likely run into this issue. Switch of memory, or therefore loss of memory from Masaru as his personality would and could change in an instant. Something as horrendous as what he did be completely dissolved and ignored with no sound memory of it.
"Man did I pick the wrong time to want to be a manager...Shit!"
A state of disappointment shown on his face as he was just as utterly confused as his client with what to do and how to continue it seemed. Masaru remained with a visible smile, questioning the expression on the face of his manager, who continually looked to be as if losing his damn mind.
"Hey, want to go to the nearby hot spot?" Masaru asked as it was indeed an odd question from one like him. "I could use a drink!" He continued as he slowly rose to his feet.
Again, Tony stood confused, mouth partially open, unearthed by the question that was just asked in his direction. "Wait, what?" There was even a slight chuckle. "Come again man? A drink? A hot spot? From Killer Maz, to Forgetful Maz, now to Party Maz?"
Tony sighed.
"Come with me ... follow my footsteps and let me release all of that stress from off of you. I got just the fix!"
Not comprehending it well, it led to a forceful pull of the arm as the two, led by Masaru made their way across buzzing traffic as horns blew in harmonic unison. Making it over to the bar slash club, the two entered as it was deafening. The hold on the wrist was no longer there as with the trance music and the blinking strobe lights, Tony had lost sight of Masaru. Yelling didn’t serve any justice as nothing could be heard over the music.
A sudden halt to the music led to much disheartening comments and jeers towards the DJ. The fog had cleared out of the way of the DJ booth as the lights brightened up a bit as eyes aimed towards the booth to which caused wide-eyes from one, Tony.
"MAZ! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Maz had slipped on the DJ’s headphones and started shuffling and tossing through the case of vinyl albums. Albums falling and crashing down onto the party floor causing folks to stir a bit crazy.
"MAZ!!!"
Tony yelled but there was nothing he could really do. His voice was unheard at this moment and Maz was living under his own limelight. Eyeing a vinyl as he held it up before putting it on as he began rubbing his index and thumb on the record back and forth, making loud scratching noises, irritating everyone in attendance as they covered their ears. Maz scratched and scratched, truly messing up the machine, the record by now and folks ears who tried to avoid with covering their ears.
It came to a point where most had made their exit, running out of the nightclub as the dance floor now featured a lot of open space. Tony looked completely restless as he looked up, seeing the destruction that was occurring up in the booth, ruining the night for many.
"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" He yelled but again to no response from Masaru whose focus was heavily on the turntable.
Masaru finally had looked away from what he was doing to below where he spotted Tony despite there not being the mass of party-goers that filled the floors up at first. Popping out of the booth briefly, he looked in awe.
"Where’d they go?!" Masaru asked to which Tony pointed his left index finger to the exit doors.
A look of anger grew on the face of Masaru as he snatched off the headphones and tossed them to the side, catching the original DJ right in the face. Masaru huffed before somberly making his way down the steps, obviously pissed off.
"They obviously wasn’t a fan of your DJ skills. Not that type of crowd!" Tony with the faint jokes to one who barely kids around was an unwise decision but there was no retaliation. Just silence.
Everything had come to a halt and a fade as Masaru was seen sitting in the middle of the dance floor, Indian-style as he remained there as Tony was left standing, yet again confused and unsure of what to do next.
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I see you.
I hear you.
I feeel you.
It’s absolutely GLORIOUS to have the unique opportunity of facing you, especially in this environment. This stage, this audience. Something on the line such as further advancement with the Iron King Tournament. Ecstatic to be able to take you for a dance inside that beautiful Valley Views Casino. Dance the night away with you, seeing just how long you can go until your limbs desert you. Slaine wants bodies to hit the floor and dammit, I’m the best one to do it.
You are one dynamic soul Ana, but I’m here to let you know I’m one chaotic soul. Rather a reaper. Create a hole and snatch the life right out of you. Striking is something I enjoy perfecting and practicing on a person. I enjoy watching them wilt under the force delivered. It brings a smile to my empty soul.
Yes, I know you are the Rising Phoenix Champion but I could care less of what title you hold. You stand in between my wants for advancement. I will do anything and everything to get what I want. You know by now that I have little to no limits, Ana. I will put an end to your grand streak. I will shut you down inside that ring.
They say you bring something innovative to the table each and every week. I saw what you did last week to Dragon Diabolico. That Sturnidae you call off the top twenty-five feet from a tight rope.
Me likey.
Show me something more, Ana! I wanna see you do something innovative against me! I WANT TO SEE YOU DO ME WITH THE SAME PASSION YOU DID DRAGON DIA---
FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!
You’re going to need every innovative move out of the book to beat poor ole’ crazy Masaru. It was all nice and easy before you met me. Yes, I know, you took down the Dark Horse, Jackson in that Rising Phoenix Tournament to win the belt but I’m nothing like him. Take me as you will.
Take me, Ana! Take me right here, right now!
Leave nothing on the battlefield because I damn sure won’t. I’m looking to kick your fucking head right off your shoulders. Watch you dizzily motion back and forth without a head. Slaine wants another funeral? Fine, I’ll give him what he wants. I’ll feed him you, headless, inside of a casket.
From a Rising Phoenix to a fallen bird.
Came too quick, gone too soon. Truly yours...
Masaru Inoue
