the hound
he/him
twenty-six
february fourteenth
the streets
bisexual
orthrus assassin
underground fighter
you're the angel that is drowning in my wishing well
TAG WITH @oz
ozias ambrose
pound, [ m / c / rr ]
POSTED ON May 31, 2023 21:34:14 GMT
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To Oz, streets are all the same. Doesn't matter where he's at. Doesn't matter the region. There's surviving, that's it. One fight after the other.[break][break]
In this time, back in this moment, he's handled by some dumb bookie who barely knows how to bet on him. Worse yet--[break][break]
"You want me to what?"[break][break]
"Throw the fuckin' fight, Oz." The manager tells him. "Trust me, the pay out'll be sweet. Just do it, alright?"[break][break]
Silence comes from Oz. Silence and a frown. He imagines taking the man's head and smashing it into a wall. He doesn't, of course. But his fists shake in need, in desire; he holds himself back. He bottles that rage and turns it toward the match.[break][break]
An underground fight is where he feels he belongs. It is the only constant, it is his home. He feels safe in the ring, where his life is always on the line. Just like always, it's a fight until the other guy passes out. Bets are placed and he notices his manager places a very heavy bet, with his own money, on Oz losing the fight. It's done under a false name and identity through a third party so it can't be traced.[break][break]
Oz smirks. He'll be dirt poor, but he's winning the fucking match. He looks up at the opponent across from him, canines showing as he grins. The crowd is loud, the announcer's doing his thing. The referee, or the guy forced to be in the ring with these two, is telling them the rules.[break][break]
No death, basically, and to obey his commands at all times--blah blah.[break][break]
But Oz is focused on the other. He rolls his shoulders and twists his head with his hand by the chin until his neck pops. Then he's bouncing, getting limber. When asked if he's ready, he nods, and his smile's chaotic.[break][break]
"Let's go!" He raises his hands and the crowd goes wild. He can't wait to lose his money for the fight... and that's his biggest toxic trait.
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