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SausagePat
Nightwing95
Xaltwind
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Zarkun
Danyel
Sanguine Rose
Noctis
RemramSenor Chavez
Currently wearing: Caesonian traditional formal wear, black party mask
(Minus the gloves and cape)
Location: Afterparty Warehouse
Interactions: Zarai @Rodiak
The overly frustrated blonde paid little mind to everything around him as he carried on with slamming his head against the table. Each strike aimed to quell the rage burning within him, but only worked to fuel the fire even more. Though not all of it seemed to purely be from the drink’s effect; possibly some of his own personal anger that Kazu buried away ignored got mixed in and brought out to the surface.
So much seething rage boiling within and a strong need to be the center attention simmered on top of it all which likely added to Chavez crazy and obnoxiously loud actions.
Then out of nowhere he felt a hand grab hold forcing him back to his feet revealing a dazed expression on his face which was already reddened and a bit swollen from bruises forming. The mask, surprisingly held together well save for a few cracks after having absorbed part of the damage leaving Chavez with just a trickle of blood dripping from his nose and forehead.
But, it was the dizziness that was affecting him the most at the moment that left him seeing five or six blurry forms of the blonde woman who had the audacity to cease the beating Chavez had so rightfully earned.
For the moment his mind was dazed and confused and with it the rage was left aimless. A respite as brief as the blink of an eye as while he could hear the woman speaking whose voice sounded strangely familiar even if her words were unintelligible to the dazed blonde, it was having cupcakes smeared all over his face that brought Chavez back to reality.
At first blinking to clear his vision to once more focus and for a moment almost recognize Zarai before the drinks influence took hold once more. Her words soon registered afterwards sparking his rage once more causing that battered face to change a number of shades in a span of a second eventually settling on a bright fuming red.
“ ¿Qué? Te atreves a deshonrar a Chávez de esa manera?!” Reaching his hand up to wipe some of the cupcake from his face realizing what she had done which brought an angry huff from his nose. As if having Ani’s cupcakes he so heartlessly ruined shoved onto his face, but to make matters worse this woman dared to challenge him? And to insult him further by thinking she needed to drag or force him into the ring?!
It was at this moment his face was seething in such a way that one could swear steam might come shooting from his ears. His right hand shot up to grab hold of her wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip.” No confunda a Chávez con un cobarde ! Chávez nunca rechaza un desafĂo y ciertamente no de una perra rubia puta que piensa que puede deshonrar a Chávez con el regalo de la Señorita Cupcakita’s regalo!” He spat out in rapid fashion while shoving the hand gripping his shirt away. Every word rattled off making that cowlick bounce visibly almost as if to further mock the woman that insulted and dishonored him so.
Giving Zarai the harshest glare he feasibly could through the mask before stamping his way to the ring, roughly shoving his shoulder against her in passing as he did so.
He made for the ring like a man on a vengeful purpose. Angrily shoving any too slow or foolish to block his way out of his way followed by an angry spanish retort until the crowd learned of his intent and relented to spare themselves the masked blonde’s wrath. Not even bothering to look back as he knew the woman followed as the two shared a similar thought, pure undiluted hate towards the other with the single minded goal to unleash their fury.
Eventually they would reach the ring where the most recent match had conveniently ended in bloody fashion that left the mat freshly stained adding to the multitude of scarlet splotches covering it. Without hesitation, Chavez grabbed the bottom rope and pulled back to use the rope’s force and a kick of his own legs to propel himself up to jump into the ring.
“ Chávez reclama este anillo!” The blonde exclaimed at the top of his lungs while flinging his arms out wide to be heard over the chattering crowd before turning to aggressively point at Zarai.” Ahora mete tu culo aquà para que Chávez pueda enseñarle a este rubio cono lo que les sucede a los que le faltan el respeto a Chávez!” He gave a demanding wave of his hand for her to step into the ring with him if she so dared.
”What the fuck did he just say!” A man in orange pants shouted. He had been by the ring all night amongst many others. Several new people were curiously flooding over to area.
Meanwhile, a suited man was giving out slips of paper, calling out to the crowd, which was getting more enthusiastic and larger by the minute. He had a megaphone in hand as he began to call out, “Take your bets! Who will it be? The young lady or the fellow with the strange hair? Step right up, take your bets!” With a smile, he held the megaphone out towards Zarai and Kazumin, “Please state your names! If you do not wish to reveal your identity, then inform us of code-names for the ease of the audience!”
” MY MONEY’S ON THE HOT GIRL! ALL OF IT!” An overenthusiastic shriek filled the air.
“Shut up! That guy speaking tongues is gonna definitely win. Look at him! He’s gonna destroy that weak woman!” A laugh intercepted the scrawny guy’s speech, “Go back to the kitchen already! You don’t belong here!”
”Sexist pig!” The woman who had shrieked earlier was going up to the scrawny guy to jab him in the chest. He started to jab her in the forehead. This continued in a cycle.
“Mom?” A confused voice could be dimly heard amidst the chaos. It was a deep voice from a grown man. “Is that you, mother?”
Then, someone started to climb on the stage, hissing as he gradually slithered in. “I want … to fight…” Immediately, others began trying to drag him out of the ring but he launched himself forward and bit onto Senor Chavez’s pants. After some effort, they managed to unclamp the strange lad and get him out of the ring. Masked men approached him and he started to chomp at them like a rabid mutt, making deranged noises. He was then beat in the head with a metal rod. Once the chomper was unconscious, he was thus dragged out of the party.
The suited man cleared his throat as burly, huge men and women began to push the crowd back. He turned to Zarai and Senor Chavez. “ As stated, please state your names and then proceed to begin. Whoever is left standing and conscious at the end of this, wins. There are no other rules.”
Chavez had been ready and raring to fight when all this chaos had broken out from the crowd. All sorts of comments were being shouted, prattling about bets or cheering and jeers rang out about the two combatants with Zarai’s were mostly sexual or sexist, meanwhile the blonde could hear jeers shaming him for willingly accepting to fight a woman.
It only got worse from there with the crowd practically becoming a mass of wild animals nearly on the verge of fighting themselves. Going so far as to even have some crazy individual climbing onto the ring to bite at Chavez’s leg.
But most annoying was the suited fucker blathering on via a megaphone. It’s booming volume and crackling and all the shouting jabbed at his brain like glass. Everything that was going on enraged him to heights Chavez never knew was possible. As if it wasn’t bad enough, he started to take notice of how uncomfortably tight and stuffy this formal dress shirt was and felt like all of it was going to choke him.
His body was visibly shaking. Almost to the point of looking as if he was actually vibrating. A vein popped on his forehead and teeth grinding together with such force that anymore might cause sparks would fly and his fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles seemed as if they might rip through the white flesh as the fingernails caused scarlet beads to drip from his balled up fingers.
It wasn’t the crowd's childish insults and pathetic bickering or even the guy that bit him that was making his rage thrash and swell.
No, it was the fact that they dared to treat their fight to settle things as something so mundane as a match for entertainment.
There was only so much insult Chavez could take when he wanted only to pay the blonde woman back for her disservice. Only to have all this stupid buzzing in his ears pushing the man until finally he could take no more!
“ SILENCIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” If those who had heard him shouting ants minutes prior thought he had been loud before. The lungs on Chavez proved to be even more formidable as his shout all but rivaled the volume of the megaphone.
His voice carried such fervor and ferocity that those surrounding the ring went quiet leaving the deep breathing and heavy huffs from Chavez’s flared nostrils the only sound heard.
What he did next would surprise once more as Chavez grabbed at his shirt with both hands and the ripping of fabric rung out as he tore the bothersome straightjacket off then immediately followed up with using the torn half in his right hand to wipe the blood, sweat and cupcake from his face before tossing them like used rags.
Chavez stood there panting and huffing, his upper body now exposed revealing bruises both old and fresh all over the flesh that seemed to have been caused by a sturdy stick or cane. Beneath them all were small honed muscles betraying the blonde’s otherwise lithe physique formed from years of controlled and precise work. Unlike most of the farmhands that had more burly bodies, Kazu always kept to doing just the work needed due finding big muscles to be nothing more bulky hindrances that got in the way. Those that challenged him over the years often did so underestimating him and would live to regret it, particularly those who somehow angered him or messed with his pudding.
With his body all tense from all this seething anger made them more pronounced than usual. And though this was far from his first time fighting a woman; at least then he was capable of restraint which the cocktails removed thanks to all the rage pumping through him, threatening to explode out of him.
“Un montón de cerdos cobardes rellenos de mierda! ¡Todos ustedes!” He bellowed out, breaking the silence finally while keeping his gaze on Zarai. (who has by now gotten into the ring surely)”¡No estamos aquà para entretenerte, un montón de patéticos follones que discuten como niños ensuciándose los pantalones!” He growled out before turning his head to spit out a glob of blood.
“ Chavez is here for one thing and one thing only. To teach this blonde puta what happens to those who disrespects Chavez….and yet she has cojones bigger than all you sorry looking pig spoiled mierdas combined for stepping into this ring!” Finishing with an agitated huff; speaking English this time so the gaggle of clambering idiots understood exactly why the two of them were in this ring. Something that the majority of this group lacked the balls to do so as they were merely a bunch of pitiful bored nobles seeking thrills.
And Chavez refused to give them that satisfaction.
Ignoring everything but Zarai who he could not recognize due to his eyes being tinted red like a raging bull. The tiniest inkling of Kazu the only thing keeping him from just charging at her like a bull would, at least not until she was ready. Instead choosing to roll his neck till it cracked then shifted into position with both hands held up in front of his face.
“Basta de jugar. Tráelo...puta!”
