Posted by Djinnie on Jun 11, 2020 23:07:19 GMT -5
-Off Camera-
{The glamorous life of a wrestler, fast cars, faster lays. Going out there, working your magic and moving on. What a bunch of fucking horseshit. My days blur together and following what happened on Monday with that asshole Skag, I can barely look at myself. I can’t imagine what anyone else over there sees or thinks now. Judgmental dicks, the whole lot of them. I don’t fucking need them, or anyone. Just me, the second generation royal fuck up Mav and my Hayato, fuck the rest of the world.}
The scene around the young man is one he should live his life around, but one that he barely gets to see. Just specialized testing and one mandatory day a month. The high school is beaming with life, students coming in from lunch but Mav isn’t with them. Instead he’s leaned against his car watching from just far enough that nobody would see him. In his hand is another bottle of green apple vodka, a couple empty bottles seated in the passenger seat. He takes a swig before letting out an aggravation fueled sigh.
“Lucky ass motherfuckers don’t even know how good they have it. Right now their lives are so simple. Deal with parents, homework, and possibly getting laid as much as you can without your special one finding out. They don’t have to deal with a fucking spotlight, real temptation, not to cheat but…”
{To fuck up or fuck yourself up. Seem familiar jackass?}
Looking down at his right hand holding the now empty bottle.
“To do exactly what I’m doing now. God fucking damnit.”
{I do my best to walk around to the driver’s side of the car but feel a little wobbly. I should wait. I should call someone. I should get rid of the evidence.}
Fumbling in an attempt to find his keys until he remembers he left the door unlocked, Mav grabs a hold of the bottles in the passenger seat, doing his best to shoot one into the nearby trash can, not exactly steady enough to make the shot. His frustration evident, he mutters under his breath and tosses the rest away, not caring for the consequence. He then enters the car, taking a seat and placing his hands on the steering wheel, leaning his forehead against them.
“Cool head fucktard, just breathe. How am I supposed to even go back to the stupid Chaos Complex after what everyone saw? I almost...and now I have to go back in four days. Four days, in four days I have to be in a tag team match with a guy who I’ve had a hand in beating on for the last few weeks. On top of that awkward conversation, our opponents are my uncle and my fiancé. Fantastic. I shouldn’t be dealing with this and I know exactly why it’s happening too. My mom is so fucking petty that she’ll use her company to stick it to me for standing up to her. For actually wanting to man up, push through the pain so I can wrestle...in HER FUCKING company! But yeah so now I have to walk up to El D and be like ‘Oh yeah the whole fucking RI5EN beatdowns, just forget that okay old chum. You know how it goes, haha.’ I’m fucking screwed.”
Lifting his head up slightly, Mav lets out an audible ‘ugh’ before slamming his forehead against his hands once again.
“Maybe it’s better this way. I fucking deserve this anyway. But then three days later I get to have the happiest day of my life…”
Snapping almost as if he awoke from a stunning dream, Mav looked around in a panic. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the seat, chuckling a few times.
“Oh dear god I’m getting married in a week. Okay, okay breathe. It’ll be fine, ever since Hayato took over the planning things have been smooth. The venue’s picked out, the decorations, everything is fine, no thanks to me. Ugh.”
{I am the worst, how does he deal with me?}
Mav puts his seatbelt on, feeling the self defeat that has been plaguing him since last Chaos weighing heavily on his heart. He shook his head and fumbled in his pockets again until he found his keys.
{This is a bad idea.}
Sticking the key in the ignition, he started his car up and after some hesitation, started his way home.
“How the fuck could she do this? Now I have to worry about making sure I don’t hurt my fiancé or look to busted up myself for pictures...and for once I wish she booked me against that Oscar Meyer weiner chick or the dude with IBS. At least Hayato...my sweet humble…”
Mav shakes his head again, trying to keep focus.
{Maldito sea idiota.}
Mav sighs, continuing his way home, his eyelids becoming heavier with each passing second.
“I’m so tired…”
{I try to open my eyes, first feeling a pounding sensation in my head, then the heaviness of my blinks causing me to give a couple bits of effort until I see what’s before me. I jump a little, seeing my pissed off father and then realize I’m on the ground. What the fuck am I doing on..grass? I decide against speaking, seeing that pops is itching to yap his jaw off.}
“Another one Mav? Really?”
{Another one? Oh shit…}
Mav sits himself up after hearing his stepfather’s words to see that his car is not in the best condition, having hit a nearby tree. All the youth could do was let out a soft sigh and shed a couple, seemingly stray tears.
“God fucking damnit not again…”