#Matador Fury

[smbhax]

Fatal Fury Special (NEOGEO AES)

[escapedaudios]

I’m not sure if you answered this or not but if you had to associate a Netflix series or just a series in particular (like a series they would watch) to your characters what would they be?

I strongly associate the Greasefire gang with It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

The Rats are like the criminal counterpart to the vibe of Reno 911.

I don't really associate The Matador Gothic and Wolfsjäger cast with anything, at least not on TV. They have their own vibe.

The Neon Barbarian/Neon Wings is heavily inspired by Berserk and Mad Max: Fury Road, and a little bit of Hellboy, even though the stories are way different and none of them are Cyberpunk.

Against the World has some Venture Brothers vibes.

Chronus Seven has some of the vibes of Lost, again despite the completely different plots.

[mynicosensesaretingling]

The Parc Fermé Spectacle

A Fernando Alonso crack fic

summary: After mistakingly being put in parc fermé , Fernando duels Brad in a wrench fight.

note: don’t ask me anything, this is an absolute crack fic written in my notes app.

ENJOY x

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It was a blistering day at the Hungarian Grand Prix, but the real heat was in the pit lane, where tensions between Fernando Alonso and Brad Pitt had reached their boiling point. What started as a simple misunderstanding with a movie car had spiraled into an all-out grudge match.

Fernando climbed out of his car, tossing his helmet aside as his eyes blazed with fury. Making his way over to the Apex car, he grabbed a massive wrench from a toolbox, twirling it like a seasoned knight wielding a broadsword. “You’ve messed with the wrong driver, Pitt!” He bellowed. “You better prepare yourself, because today you face the Matador of the Asphalt!”

Brad, never one to back down from a fight, grabbed a similarly oversized wrench, brandishing it with the confidence of someone currently filming their self-insert dream scenario . “Bring it on, Alonso! Let’s see if you’re as tough off the track as you are on it!”

Noticing the brawl between the men, mechanics and crew members quickly formed a circle around them, eagerly anticipating the duel of the century. Bets were placed, phones were out, and chants were started.

With a dramatic clash, their wrenches met in mid-air, the sound echoing through the pit lane like a thunderclap. Fernando moved with the precision and grace of a dancer, his wrench a blur as he launched a series of rapid strikes. Brad parried wildly, his eyes wide with a mix of determination and growing panic.

“You call that a swing?” Fernando taunted, easily dodging Brad’s clumsy attempts. “My grandmother could hit harder!”

Brad, now red-faced and desperate, attempted a spin move, only to lose his balance and stumble , face first, into a stack of tires. The pit crew erupted in laughter, but Fernando wasn’t done yet. He leaped onto a nearby crate, using it as a makeshift podium.

“Is this the best Hollywood has to offer?” Fernando shouted, dramatically pointing at Brad, before executing a flawless backflip off the toolbox and landing perfectly behind the actor. Before Brad could react, Fernando lightly tapped on his shoulder with the wrench. “Tag, you’re it,” he said with a smirk.

Brad whirled around, swinging his wrench with all his might, but Fernando was quicker. He dodged Brad’s wild swings with the agility of a cat, occasionally spinning around in a mock dance-like fashion.

“Careful now, Pitt,” Fernando taunted as he dodged another overzealous strike. “You’re making this look like a bad B-movie fight scene. Where’s the stunt double when you need one?”

Brad, fuming and clearly flustered, tried to recover his composure. “I’m just warming up!” he yelled, lunging forward again.

Fernando sidestepped effortlessly and used the wrench to gently tap Brad on the nose. “Oh, is that what they call ‘action’ in Hollywood? I’d hate to see what you call ‘drama.’ Maybe it involves a lot of falling down and looking surprised?”

The pit lane crowd burst into laughter, some doubling over as Brad, now red-faced and visibly irate, tried to mount a comeback. He lunged with renewed determination, only for Fernando to casually step aside and give Brad a playful pat on the back with the wrench.

“You know, I’ve seen more finesse in a bumper car derby,” Fernando said, barely suppressing his chuckles. “Is this your ‘intense’ acting face? Because it looks like you’re trying to remember your lines.” Brad, clearly frustrated and out of breath, made one last desperate attempt to regain control. He charged forward, but Fernando sidestepped with the ease of someone casually stepping around a puddle.

In a burst of creativity, Fernando grabbed a nearby spare tire and rolled it towards Brad, who tripped over it and went tumbling into a stack of toolboxes.

As Brad lay there, dazed and disheveled, Fernando couldn't help but notice his dramatic, almost theatrical fall.

With a dramatic flourish, Fernando raised his wrench high above his head and surveyed Brad with an exaggerated critical eye. He paused for a moment, then walked over to the checkered flag that had been left nearby, originally meant for celebrating race wins. He picked it up with a grand, sweeping gesture.

“This is truly a sight to behold!” Fernando announced loudly, waving the checkered flag like a matador ready to end a bullfight. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a champion of the clumsy! An artist of the absurd!”

He circled Brad, twirling the flag with the precision of a seasoned performer. “Behold the dramatic pose!” Fernando declared, waving the flag dramatically above Brad’s head. “A true masterclass in unintentional comedy!”

Brad, still sprawled on the ground, glared up at Fernando with a mixture of embarrassment and fury. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he shouted. “You’ve proven your point. Can we call it a day?”

Fernando paused, striking a pose with the flag as if he were declaring victory in an epic showdown. Lowering the flag, Fernando extended a hand to help Brad up. “Come on, Pitt,” he said, his voice full of mock warmth. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your next role—perhaps as a human prop in a slapstick comedy?”

[kaijuposting]

The Pacific Rims that never were

Before Pacific Rim: Uprising as we know it was a thing, there were a number of sequel and spinoff ideas that never made it to production. Here are some that made it to the Internet:

A prequel cartoon Pacific Rim: Steel Warriors was going to be a two-season cartoon prequel series that would have expanded on the franchise's lore, featuring Mako Mori and a number of new characters. The wiki has a page on it here. I'm always a sucker for expanded lore, so I definitely think it's a bummer that this one didn't pan out. Also, making Mako Mori a major character in an entire series would've been rad.

Showing more of the other universe Guillermo del Toro was vague about it, but he expressed intentions of showing off the other universe. He ruled out "invading" the other world, so it doesn't seem he meant to have jaegers just go in and start attacking. Perhaps he meant to reveal more through more kaiju drifting. Perhaps he meant to have scenes featuring the aliens doing their thing. Or maybe it was something else. It is a mystery. I do know I'd have loved to get a better look at what was on the other side of the breach! More comics Guillermo del Toro intended for the Tales From Year Zero comics to continue, running up until the release of the second film. Alas, it was not to be.

A jaeger named Black Maria In 2015, Guillermo del Toro talked about plans for a Mexican jaeger named Black Maria, piloted by two convicts who'd been promised their freedom in return for piloting the jaeger. (I also can't help but notice that this sounds very much like Travis Beacham's plans for Matador Fury and its pilots.) Also, gotta love a name like Black Maria - it sounds all piratey. Was del Toro planning on a pirate-themed jaeger? Because that would have been awesome. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of kickass!

A jaeger cadet played by Maisie Williams On October 3rd, 2015, Guillermo del Toro tweeted his wishes to cast Maisie Williams as a jaeger pilot in the second Pacific Rim film. I'm not a Game of Thrones fan, but I did love Maisie Williams's character in Doctor Who, so I'd have loved to see this. I wonder who her character would have interacted with. Would she have been friends with Mako Mori? What would her co-pilot have been like, and would she have been played by Jenna Coleman? Alas we'll never know, but we can imagine! The destruction of San Francisco In late 2017, del Toro said that he planned for the second film to end up on the west coast and have San Francisco destroyed in a battle between kaiju and jaegers. Utterly demolishing the first city that had ever been attacked by a kaiju would be a brutal move, but I can picture it leading to some interesting questions - why do we fight when things are destroyed anyway? Is it a waste of time, or is gaining even just one more day with those we love worth it?

A techbro villain, a time travel plot twist, and more Mako Mori In late 2021, del Toro said that he'd planned for the villain of the second film to be "this tech guy that had invented basically sort of the internet 2.0." It would be revealed that he'd been getting all of his ideas from the Precursors, who would have been revealed to be humanity from the future. Del Toro also said that he'd intended Mako Mori to be one of the story's main characters.

I dunno about you, but I think a techbro villain who isn't actually inventing the shit he's taking credit for is a great idea. I also think the reveal that the "Precursors" are actually humans from the future is excellent on a philosophical level, because it forces us to confront that fact that what we often like to think of as "alien" is really just humanity at its worst. Also, more Mako Mori? Hell yeah! I'm sure there's more articles and interviews out there that talk about plans that never materialized, and hopefully I'll come across them - or maybe some of you know of them? If so, please feel free to add on with them. :D

[classygivernight]

[uglydollsforever2022]

Gabriel Iglesias

Played in a movie

Entre vivos y plebeyos: Pirata (short film)

El matador: Gabe

Days of Santiago: Coquero

The surfer king: Aokee

Magic Mike: Tobias

Planes: Ned and Zed

The Nut job: Jimmy

A haunted house 2: Miguel

The Fluffy movie: Himself

The Book life: Pepe Rodríguez

Magic Mike XXL: Tobias

Norm of the north: Pablo and Stan

El Americano: The movie: García

Smurfs: The lost village: Jokey Smurf

The Nut job 2: Nutty by nature: Jimmy

Coco: Clerk

The Star: Rufus

Ferdinand: Cuatro

Show Dogs: Sprinkles

Uglydolls: Babo

Space Jam: A new legacy: Speedy Gonzales

Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank: Chuck El Fluffy

Diary of the Wimpy kid christmas: Cabin fever: Officer Vasquez

[celticbotanart]

*Squid Squidward wide awake meme* ALRIGHT, hear me out - I've been saying for a while how much Witcher 3 reminds me of the Brazilian countriside (more specific Minas Gerais). And ever since I had this madlad dream of a Brazilian Witcher except we called them Bruxeiros (the X here is pronounced like "SH" not like the American "X" - its kind of a meme here, kind of a "literal" PT-BR translation, it's complicated), and they fight Brazilian folklore badass stuff like Boitatá (fucking giant fire snake), Iaras (river mermaids) and un-curse women that became Mula Sem Cabeça (literally headless mules running around with fire coming out their necks). These are all some of our most well-known folklore for real, lol (HIGHLY recommend season 1 of Brazilian Netflix show Invisible City if you wanna see more! It's REALLY good!)

ANYWAY. I was in my kitchen making toast at midnight, when it occured to me. I had A VisionTM. Brazilian Witcher battle music would be like. Floral Fury.

For those unfamiliar, this specific Cuphead theme is 200% oldschool Brazilian samba - yeah the "weird straw-against-plastic-lid" sound is an actual instrument, it's called cuíca lol "Nah, but this is too happy and cheerful", you say. Alright, you are correct, maybe it doesn't fit to be a battle theme for the Bruxeiros. HOW ABOUT SEPULTURA, THEN

SEPULTURA, THE BRAZILIAN METAL BAND, who performed this song as soundtrack for the BR movie "Lisbela e o Prisioneiro" (one of my fucking faves btw), and it the theme song for Frederico Evandro, a character who's ruthless hitman ("Matador").

BRO. IMAGINE. The peaceful and colorfully bucolic countryside of Minas Gerais and you are there fighting a Brazilian Werewolf (cause they are different from the European werewolf, we have several types btw), with THAT playing as battle theme.

Another good contender is Break of Reality's rendition of "As Bachianas n5" by Villa-Lobos (guy was a badass proeminend classical music composer who loved to mix in Brazilian folk elements with the classical music sttuff, pissing off a lot of purists in the process lol, good for him)

"As Bachianas n5" is probably Villas' most famous piece, it's originally a GORGEOUS aria, classically sung in Brazilian Portuguese.

SEVERAL people covered this song, including Sandy from sibling duo Sandy & Junior (they were EXTREMELY POPULAR with kids and teens back in the 90s/early 2000s); also people from all around the world covered it. You get it, it's pretty legit and famous AF.

THEN came Break of Reality a few years ago

with THIS badass cover:

LOOK.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE VERSIONS OF THIS SONG. I STAN THIS COVER SO HIGH. I LOVE how it is sweet and emotional, but it brings a totally different, new, raw aspect to it that is so strangely fitting to this song (I can't explain, it just is). I can easily imagine this in the Bruxeiro!AU as battle music, even more cause a lot of the og Witcher 3 OST is full of slavic folk music that doesn't even reflect the Battling of Monsters thing - "...Steel For Humans" is like, a song sung by girls on wedding/harvest festivals, lol.

ON THAT NOTE, I think we could end this crazy ass post by including some of the folk / afro-Brazilian culture as well, which is only fair, and add this one, which I LOVE, "Caxangá / Escravos de Jó" by Milton Nascimento (my beloved <3) and folk singer Clementina de Jesus:

Milton is known to sing in high, ethereal vocalizations and extremely emotional lyrics. Guy is just A Fucking Legend fr. If there's a bard in my Bruxeiro!AU it's def Milton, I love his work so so so much! He's also known for mixing up influences from afro-brazilian culture, as you can see in here!

Stay tuned for more posts like this that can happen again at any moment or never again, lol

[mr-bunny1374ck]

The title of this poem is

NOTHING

My girl asked me a difficult question

You wouldn't believe it

She asked me What are you thinking about?

I told her nothing

That wasn't a lie

I was thinking of nothing

The kind of nothing you can only see through red eyes

You know what I mean

That moment you're too mad to think

I can't concentrate because the fury waters are rising above my tolerance level and I'm drowning in rage

The hateful liquid stings my eyes so I can't see any other color other than red

Like a bull I strike and to me all you motherfuckas look matadors

So I told her nothing

I had nothing on my mind

Certainly not the kind of nothing that sounds like an auditorium full of screaming children begging for their fathers to come hold them one more time

Definitely not that kind of nothing that holds your mind to the floor so it can watch as your heart takes the beating

I smiled and I told her I was thinking about nothing

She asked me a follow up question

I know right? The nerve

She asked me, What's wrong?

I told her nothing

That was a lie

Everything was wrong and she only wanted one thing

How about I don't deserve you for asking me that question

What's wrong? Like I'm a window you can just peer into anytime you want

And I never have to remind you not to tap on the glass

What's wrong with me? How about what's wrong with you for loving someome so broken?

Picking up my jagged edges like I'm not sharp and even when I cut you say whoopsy

Like a man with dirt you just rub some love in the wound and move on

What's wrong? Nothing sweetheart. Nothing at all

[noloveforned]

no love for ned is back on the holiday train after ten years! tune into wlur at 8pm tonight for four hours of holiday hits. we'll be rebroadcasting the 2012 holiday show at 8pm followed by two hours of new holiday hits at 10pm. if you miss it tonight, don't fear as they'll both re-air (in reverse order) next friday!

last week was the annual 'best of twenty year ago' show. over the course of four hours we heard from over sixty different records released in 2002. if you enjoyed the show, you can also check out the previous six retrospective shows spotlighting 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998, 1997, 1996 and 1995.

no love for ned on wlur – december 9th, 2022 from 8pm-midnight

artist // track // album // label evil wiener // koo koo // evil wiener presents billy sugarfix's lost gumdrop kingdom // smith level tullycraft // twee // beat surf fun // magic marker dressy bessy // there's a girl // sound go round // kindercore luna // lovedust // romantica // jetset spoon // the way we get by // kill the moonlight // merge the guild league // jet set... go! // private transport // matinée the national splits // afternoon was tight // the national splits // kittridge dear nora // on to september // the new year ep // magic marker darren hanlon // hiccups // hello stranger // candle belle and sebastian // scooby driver // storytelling // matador bikeride // fakin' amnesia // morning macumba // hidden agenda masters of the hemisphere // anything, anything // protest a dark anniversary // kindercore the sinking ships // out of key harmony // out of key harmony // darla track star // feet first // lion destroyed the whole world // better looking esg // it’s not me // step off // soul jazz yo la tengo // nuclear war (version two) // nuclear war ep // matador the blow // jet ski accidents // bonus album // k ugly casanova // things i don't remember // sharpen your teeth // sub pop vermont // ballad of larry bird // calling albany // kindercore matt pond pa // measure three // the green fury // polyvinyl azure ray // the new year // burn and shiver // warm electronic aarktica // nostalgia = distortion // or you could just go through your whole life and be happy anyway (bliss out, volume eighteen) // darla sigur rós // vaka // ( ) // mca múm // green green grass of tunnel // finally we are no one // fat cat the notwist // one with the freaks // neon golden // domino family fodder // tender words // tender words ep // dark beloved cloud flin flon // chicoutimi // chicoutimi ep // teenbeat the capricorns // the new sound // in the zone // paroxysm the apples in stereo // rainfall // velocity of sound // spinart the flaming lips // fight test // yoshimi battles the pink robots // warner bros. of montreal // jennifer louise // aldhils arboretum // kindercore jason anderson // astronaut, astronaut! // something/everything! // k sleater-kinney // oh! // one beat // kill rock stars rhett miller // this is what i do // the instigator // elektra guided by voices // back to the lake // universal truths and cycles // matador elvis costello // forty-five // when i was cruel // island brendan benson // you're quiet // lapalco // startime the arrogants // the distance between us // nobody's cool ep // shelflife cinerama // careless // torino // manifesto saturday looks good to me // diary // love will find you // whistletap acid house kings // sunday morning // mondays are like tuesdays and tuesdays are like wednesdays // labrador the brunettes // holding hands, feeding ducks // holding hands, feeding ducks // lil' chief mirah // cold cold water // advisory committee // k destroyer // this night // this night // merge june panic // see(ing) double // baby’s breadth // secretly canadian doleful lions // surfside motel // out like a lamb // parasol unbunny // swans are fainting // black strawberries // two-ton santa julie doiron // all their broken hearts // heart and crime // jagjaguwar jeffrey lewis // the chelsea hotel oral sex song // the last time i did acid i went insane // rough trade little wings // look at what the light did now // light green leaves // k lambchop // the daily growl // is a woman // merge beck // guess i'm doing fine // sea change // dgc johnny cash // hurt // american iv: the man comes around // american richard buckner // born into giving it up // impasse // overcoat songs: ohia // blue factory flame // didn’t it rain // secretly canadian the mendoza line // the triple bill of shame // lost in revelry // misra okkervil river // westfall // don't fall in love with everyone you see // jagjaguwar the mountain goats // the best ever death metal band in denton // all hail west texas // emperor jones dqe // i'm your girl // i'm your girl // dark beloved cloud swearing at motorists // this flag signals goodbye // this flag signals goodbye // secretly canadian low // in the drugs // trust // kranky

[mindlessmutant]

Bells tolled, left wanting and worn down

The 25 or 6 to 4

The tendencies towards thinking where did I go wrong

Gone…still want more

But your name, the suit of light and your time echoes and shines

These days replaying your cicada night

We vie, heed calls

To fly is to fall, crumble, crawl

Counting time, dimes nickels quarter tones to ten

If not us, then who? If not now, then when?

Will I see you again?

Passing years cracked without you near

Racked focus only proves what’s unclear

I’d live like that forever if I could just to have you here

But there you go…

Coke machine glow

Honeyed lungs, axes swung

Falling fast, slow to show

And what for?

Life and nothing more

Corrida

Blood on the sand

You gave us all that was had

Left with your green ray

To! Fro!

Down yellow brick roads

Whose left to pick up the stones?

How will we start today?

Evil ways

It’s a wild combination

The swimmer in the pool

You never let them see you bleed out, my friend

Never suffered no fools

(A whole life) Sharp like a knife

Dropped knee to the floor

To fall, to fly, to endure

Welcome defeat, rinse, repeat

Never like before

Goodbye Matador

[smbhax]

Fatal Fury Special (NEOGEO AES)

[spanish-snake]

The bullring was alight with excitement that day. As the trumpets blared, a troupe of horsemen entered with the matadors following them. Among them was an incredibly handsome man with long blond hair that was tied into a braid, and he gazed at the crowd.

Within the front row seats sat a beautiful woman with her cherubic young son, who happily waved to the handsome matador. He was exceptionally beautiful, and the rays of the hot sun only served to accentuate his handsome features.

"Good luck, papa!" he called out as the processions continued, his blue eyes sparkling with pride.

As soon as the music ended, the matadors and the picadors readied themselves for the main event. Without warning, a massive bull ran through the gates, charging into the arena. The picadors circled the bull, stabbing the animal with their pikes. The bull roared in pain and fury, ramming the armored horses.

The boy watched in awe as the matadors moved with grace. Swerving away from the bull's line of sight, they jabbed their pikes into the bull's hide.

At last, the boy's father was ready to confront the enraged beast. As the bull charged, the matador gracefully sidestepped out of its way. After a long and grueling moment, the bull was ready to make its final stand.

However, the matador was ready - as soon as the animal charged at him at frightening speeds, he plunged his sword into the bull's skull, ending the animal's life. Blood oozed over the sand as the bull drew its final breath.

The crowd started to cheer and began to throw roses into the arena. Both the boy and his mother stood up to face the matador, who proudly approached them.

"You did it, papa!" the boy cried happily as he hugged his father.

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Media Workout: Fury and Ngannou Prepare to Headline Saturday's Heavyweight Extravaganza

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Published: October 26, 2023

Fury-Ngannou & and an all-heavyweight undercard will be broadcast live on Top Rank on ESPN+ PPV at 2 p.m. ET/11 a.m. PT.

RIYADH, Saudi Arabia - WBC & lineal heavyweight boxing world champion Tyson “The Gypsy King” Fury, lineal MMA heavyweight world champion Francis Ngannou, and undercard combatants hosted their public workouts today ahead of The Battle of The Baddest this Saturday, Oct. 28, at Kingdom Arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.  The long-awaited battle of behemoths kicks off Riyadh Season, one of the world’s leading entertainment festivals, which runs throughout the winter months in the Kingdom’s largest city. Promoted by Queensberry, Top Rank and GIMIK Fight Promotions, the Fury-Ngannou card will stream live on Top Rank on ESPN+ PPV in the United States beginning at 2 p.m. ET/11 a.m. PT. Priced at $79.99 across all distributors, it also will be available via cable and satellite pay-per-view providers. The pay-per-view undercard will be an all-heavyweight affair and will feature a 12-round showdown between undefeated British standouts Fabio Wardley (16-0, 15 KOs) and David Adeleye (12-0, 11 KOs) and a 10-rounder between former heavyweight world champion Joseph Parker (32-3, 22 KOs) and Canadian knockout artist Simon Kean (23-1, 22 KOs).

Montreal-based wrecking ball Arslanbek Makhmudov (17-0, 16 KOs) will fight the upset-minded Junior Anthony Wright (20-4-1, 17 KOs) in a 10-round tilt, and Moses Itauma (5-0, 3 KOs) will open the pay-per-view broadcast in a six-rounder against Istvan Bernath (10-1, 8 KOs). This is what Fury and Ngannou had to say after their respective workouts: Tyson Fury "I showed the best version of me, and if he can deal with that, best of luck to him." "I was in there floating like a butterfly. Nineteen stone, can you believe that? And 6-foot-9. And moving like that! That's shocking. It's not fair, really!" "It's happening. He's the bull, I'm the matador! 99.999 percent of the time, the matador wins!" "Francis Ngannou is a big, fat sausage. That's why he won't take his top off. He's embarrassed of his body. If it was up to Francis, he'd fight with his t-shirt on. Facts! Francis Ngannou "To be honest, I haven't gotten any respect from the boxing community, so I am not expecting anybody to respect me. I think I need to claim my own respect. Respect is not given. You don't just walk out there and demand people to respect you for no reason. I think respect is earned, whether it's the boxing community or life in general." "Yes, I am going to fight, and if that big shot comes, it comes. If it doesn't come, I really intend to fight properly." "Anything is possible. It's possible. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. In fact, see how we are talking about Tyson Fury? Who would've believed that a couple years ago? "I was having fun. I almost wanted to just dance. Then I realized that I would show them my dance skills. And I was like, 'nah, I don't have any!''"

Saturday, October 28Top Rank on ESPN+ Pay-Per-View (2 p.m. ET/11 a.m. PT)  

Tyson Fury vs. Francis Ngannou, 10 rounds, heavyweight   Fabio Wardley vs. David Adeleye, 12 rounds, heavyweight Joseph Parker vs. Simon Kean, 10 rounds, heavyweight Arslanbek Makhmudov vs. Junior Anthony Wright, 10 rounds, heavyweight   Moses Itauma vs. Istvan Bernath, 6 rounds, heavyweight 

(Featured Photo: Mikey Williams/Top Rank via Getty Images)

[poetryprose96-blog]

Breakdown Season

i see the fragments everywhere now:

i spot the cracks, the crevices,

the shedding of shells and shards,

flying off like freebound scrapnel—

the ache of everyone flaking away,

fading into the sunlight of day;

falling into the shadows it evokes—

caving in, the rush of a dive's soak;

reversing into the drenches of delusion,

leaning back on fragile crutches,

sinking into novel depths,

aiming for wasted and wasteful,

waning into weaker figure;

scavenging for stronger fixes—

and in doing so, breaking apart

yet once more.

it's breakdown season

and the streets are scrapped of good intent—

the days are drunk on laughter,

the nights are sculpted by screams;

the air reeks of restlessness:

the roaring rush of approach and away,

every arrival distressed into escape—

stillness distorts from boredom to death:

running replaces all forms of coming and going

the only signs of life become racing 

heartbeats on the brink of a heart attack—

the movement is incessant.

desires covered in the creases of cruelty—

cataloguing breaking points

pining to pick things apart

to quench the sulked and sickly curiosity

to itch the scratch so statically numb

hunger's become a begging growth

that gropes growls and groans

seeking soft surface for teeth to sink in—

the movement is violent.

everything is degraded into lack—

drinking bleach replaces showers

beds are nailed to the ceiling

fevers of fervor are medicated by 

neighbors' cabinets and the alarms of pharmacies

the break of a window turns into music!

pouring gasoline on skin

setting fires to feel warm

climbing barbed-wire fences for kicks

flowing with the vibrations of a shaking body

every tremor and fidget a source of pleasure

peace comes from existing in a thousand places 

at once finishing races lost of meaning

until moments become multidimensional

harmony comes from a thousand thoughts

hosting an endless match of matadors

in desperate attempts of attention

time consists no longer of seconds

but of changes in action—

the movement is maddening.

the streets rattle with echoes of psychosis;

everyone tiptoes with a siren's dance

through sidewalks flooded with trash:

bits of soul and will lying in ugly color,

flecks of precious identity

forgotten in the fury of flaring fast and far—

and the piles only grow into glowering towers;

as no one is a cleaner,

no one a collector,

no one a creator—

each and everyone 

a shedder, 

a shredder, 

blinded both by light and night;

drowning in dirt— 

the streets crackle from careless intent

of vicious crushers, clueless and cackling,

faces ripped into grin like some sordid stain—

but no matter how much i try to wipe off 

this smile smudging my face, 

i am not a cleaner:

and no matter how much we care about our kicks,

none of us is a carer.

we all watched the death of control,

but no one attended the funeral:

bloodlust lingered in the twinkle of

our eyes like black holes—

and with the last twitch we were gone,

scattered in a blur of scratches and bites,

grating away the thick skin of scars,

opening the doors of every wound,

gnawing for the high of infestation,

clawing at stitches,

pulling at loose thread,

unravelling the sacred silence of sanity— 

(sewn so solemnly

during the days when

fragments clung stuck in makeshift repair;

held together despite past neglect

like some merciful miracle!)

shaking all integrity of any former identity,

mind back to making masks from memory,

gazing with glazed eyes at reality crumbling,

undoing, unbecoming, till we come undone—

each baring the raw figure of empty object,

no longer subject, a pass-around vessel;

devolved into outfit, a costume,

a flailing frail freak,

a hollow hurricane

revolving around wreckage,

a dissipating ghost

dissolving into ruin—

and no one attended our funeral.

I feel it now, finally, what this condition is under its lascivious layers

Though it's far too late, far too much of a lie To be anything but true— 

Once you know it's not a dream you can never awaken from it again

i see 

our 

fragments everywhere 

now.

i spot the cracks the crevices—

and a chill of dread spikes up my spine

as i grow aware of the day

when i'll have to pick up the plaster

and

go

treasure 

hunting

for the pieces 

of me

i left 

behind.

© Anthony Herman

[penandswords]

Hazel eyes watched the way the mans eye twitched. She didn't need her empath quirk to know he was annoyed. His face gave that fact away just fine.

Part of her felt a little guilty. It wasn't her intentions to set him off. That was never her goal with anyone.

"Oh wow, YOu must really like him if you're bragging about his spice tolerance, and correcting how I say... Kakorot." She says it slower this time. Just to ensure she hit the right sounds. UP until now she had a friendly expression. Sure this guy was a little on the grumpy side. She could handle that.

However that Smirk, and his demand for the peppers, after so boldly claiming he wasn't interested in them. That made something spark inside of her.

It was the equivalent to a matador, waving a red cloth to a bull. Her eyes burned with fury and spite.

He reminded her of a school yard bully. Imposing his will onto others for his entertainment. Villains pulled similar tactics. Perhaps he was one of them?

Even if he was. No Bully, Would be making Rima bend to his hazing.

"These peppers?" She kept the uncertainty in her voice while gesturing to the box with Hesitant, and Unsure movements.

And Then immediately dumps all 11 peppers into her mouth with a spite filled glare.

"Sorry, All gone." She mumbled with a full mouth.

@regulus-regent Continued From Here

"What Its not just ANY pepper. It's the HOTTEST pepper." She laughs a little.

"OH! YOU thought I was trying to share it with you? NO way. I got lucky just to get these 12." She retrieves a peper from the box and plops it into her mouth. So that would make 11 peppers now.

There is a small burn, tingling even, but not enough to make her flinch.

"I was just showing you, oh and I wanted to apologize for the Dragon's Balls thing." Even if she wasn't the one who THREW it. She did give it to him. That butterfly effect was going strong apparently.

"Who's Kakortot?"