AF38: Jonathan Hyada vs. M - Eurasian Qualifier

[Ty Burna]

Deadline is Wednesday, September 10th at 11:59 PM Central Time.

 

[M]

PREVIOUSLY ON "THE CHRONICLES OF M"

We pan over a reel of tape as it spins, feeding itself into a projector's mouth waiting to be displayed. Our panning shot follows the tape into the machine, transitioning into a view from the projector itself; watching seconds count down from 5 in a sepia tone against a blank white wall.
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And the recap begins

Spoiler

Transparent shots of Magenta coloured mashed potatoes in the shape of an M overlay the image of a lady talking with meringue pie dripping down her face as we hear her words...

Lady: ...suddenly this masked man with a machete just meanders all up into my kitchen all majestic-like, then he mashed my face with a meringue pie and draws a big ol' M on my wall using magenta coloured mashed potaters...

We fade to a snippet of a newscast depicting Tom Reporterdude in an alleyway...

Tom: ...the assailant used a bag of mangoes to mangle the poor man's legs, then proceeded to draw a moustache on his upper lip before finally mashing a meringue pie in his face and running away into the night...

Tom holds up a bag of mangoes with "evidence" written on the outside in his free hand as he continues.

Tom: Police say they haven't yet caught just who did this most heinous crime, but sources are telling me that the main suspect is the masked machete man from the mashed potato incident from a couple of Mondays ago. Yes you heard that right; the masked machete man has struck multiple targets and is STILL on the loose. I repeat: STILL on the loose.

Fading again into M's bedroom as he faces General Green...

Green: ...we've gotta get the heat off of you before they catch you!

M: Yeah, except for one thing...

Green: Which is?

M: ...It wasn't me...

The words "it wasn't me" echo as we're now met with the image of M swirling his bride, Teru, around with tears of joy streaming down his face...

M: She's... Beautiful...

The mesmerisingly joyous laughter produced by M provides a backing track as we now see General Green walking around the outside of the lair...

...he finds a newspaper discarded on a table, with the front page's picture showing a mangled mailman next to his motorcycle, and some ominous writing on a wall in magenta marker...

Green: "M, I'm coming for you next...."

Things speed up as we quickly see shots of Teru being kidnapped, M and the General crying over her disappearance, and The Narrator revealing that Green has also been kidnapped and taken to the super secret Moon base, all fading in one after the other.

M: ...I guess it's off to the Moon for M!

AND NOW...

The Chronicles of M

Season 1 Episode 7:

"Sinister Señor S"​

Clouds of dust mask the outskirts of Brisbane behind the Holden Ute driven by the friendly talking Koala that is viewed from afar. As he speeds past a kangaroo crossing sign, a marvelous figure of a man stands upright in the Ute's tray, his white cape flapping majestically in the wind while he keeps his hands on his manly hips...

After zooming in to a face to face view for a closer look at the magnificent man, it is apparent that he is indeed the Master Mercenary who happens to enjoy Melting Minds on his Mondays off - Mr M, his face muddled up in intense concentration to maintain his balance on the Ute's tray. With the help of a hands free bluetooth device, M and the Koala have a conversation...

Koala: You did good at Aftershock, you got the crowd on your side while you kicked that dick Flex's ass! That's pretty Magnificent if you ask me hahaha

M: Yeah.. It still feels a bit weird to see smiles of glee instead of gasps pure fear when I walk up to the crowd though..

Koala: Think of it this way; for a guy listening to a voice in the sky who told him to change his entire outlook on life with no real basis for trust, your doing bloody good mate.

They pass the welcome sign welcoming them into the small town on the outskirts of Brisbane known as Toogoolawa.

Koala: Should probably stop the whole "feet on the ropes thing" though...

M maniacally laughs to himself as he replies...

M: Mwahahah I think I'll keep the occasional dirty move, market research shows that certain demographics tend to like dirty maneuvers every now and then...

M turns to the camera to wink and smile, but his face suddenly turns to shock as his eyes open wide and he starts shaking his hands wildly...

Koala: We're here!

The Ute suddenly stops, sending M flipping off its tray. We follow his tumbles from side-on as he flips and twirls with such majesty that it would mislead someone viewing this situation into thinking that the flips and twirls were intentional. Alas, in this story, it is unintentional and he lands with a crash on a black steel ramp...

M: ....I think I just maimed my meniscus...

As M clutches his knee in pain, a big shadow hops towards him. The shadow hops closer and closer before helping M up onto his feet, revealing his identity as the Kangaroo.

Kangaroo: Get up ya bludger! You've got a rocket to ride!

The view pans out, showing the contraption that the black steel ramp leads towards: M's old rocket, rebuilt with an added red racing stripe down the centre for extra swiftness.

M, seeing the rocket, jumps up with joy, bouncing alongside the Kangaroo before giving the koala a high five and money for the petrol consumed taking him to Aftershock and back. The koala tries to refuse the money - as is the custom in outback Australia - but M's insistence is too much, leaving the koala with enough cash to get a full tank of petrol and a Mars Bar - as is the custom in outback Australia.

M: Farewell, my marsupial friends! I am forever grateful for you guys fixing my massive machine! May we meet again in May!

M waves to the crowd of animals from the town of Toogoolawa, blowing kisses to them all before bowing deep down, rolling backwards into the rocket and backflipping himself into the pilot's chair and strapping himself in.

With a "beep" and a "boop", M presses a few buttons - which don't fall off this time - and the rocket begins to shake, smoke and steam bellowing out the sides. The animals run back to a safe distance to cheer and wave as the countdown starts to blast off:

5

4

3

2

1

Blast off.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM​

The rocket lands with the grace of a feather floating in the breeze on a conveniently placed landing pad in the middle of a crater on the Moon's surface. From the window next to the pilot's seat, M sees a fortress carved into the side of the crater the rocket's situated in. Knowing that he cannot breathe without an atmosphere, M pinches his nose with his hand and bolts towards the entrance to the Moon fortress, whilst taking the care and effort to somehow mutter some words on his first steps despite the fact that he's in space and nobody would be able to hear him - even if he screamed...

M: That's one miniature step for M, one massive leap for M-kind...

He approaches the entrance and enters through the surprisingly unlocked door to an air lock. With a loud "woosh" M feels oxygen sweep along his body and he takes a deep breath inwards to ingest the air...

M: It's time to kick ass and chew marshmallow flavoured bubble gum, but unfortunately for anyone looking to mess with Mr M, I'm all out of gum. Chew Chew mothafucka.

M strikes a magnificent pose as he snarls, before charging down a hallway inside of the Moon Base. He continues charging as he approaches a dead end, but his monstrous momentum is too massive and he crashes tumbling through a wall into a dark siesta hall...

???: Holy Spanish Saturday what was that??

M looks up from the floor and is hit by a sinister aura as a shadowy figure walks over to him, sliding his feet across the ground with each step. The figure slouches down until he's face to face with M on his level...

???: Oh snap it's M! This is... Uhh... Sneaky of you...

The figure jumps back, turns away from M, and unsheathes himself from his shadowy guise to reveal his body to be almost identical to M's in every single way - complete with cape.

He starts fiddling around with his outfit whilst he talks aloud so M can hear him as M slowly gets back upright...

???: You were supposed to follow the halls dammit! There was going to be a whole shower scene, then a fight with Bruce Willis, then you were supposed to slink up to the entrance to this hall, sneak inside silently, and then I was gonna slam some piano keys and turn around to reveal myself before our big showdown!

The figure spins around in a seamless motion, showing a masked face and a large machete in his left hand as M gasps in shock...

M: The Masked Machete Man is from the Moon??!?

???: "Masked Machete Man"?? NO! I am the one, the only, Sexy Swordsman! The super spooky alter ego of Sinister Señor S!!

M giggles to himself before replying...

M: Pfft S?!? S is nowhere as majestic of a letter as M!

S: It is so!

M: Is not!

S: Is so!

M: Is not!

S: Is so!

M: Is not!

S: SILENCE!

S waves his right hand upwards as he shouts in anger, knocking his mask off as he swings. The mask rolls around the ground as M's jaw drops at the shock of seeing S's face - one that matches M's in every single way, except with a sweet swirly moustache above his lips and below his nose, where one would imagine a moustache to be.

S: We must have our showdown, but first, let me show you your companions as they sit encased in spider silk! Gwahahaha

He marches M over to the other side of the siesta hall where he sees his companions General Green and Teru stuck to the wall in an unconscious state...

M: Why, why would you do all those evil things and try to frame me? What could you possibly gain??

S snickers to himself before replying...

S: You think I was trying to frame you??? That "M" on the wall with the hillbilly lady? That was a sideways Greek symbol for a Summation! I even drew it in smashed spuds! Then I squished a guy's legs with a great ingredient in a smoothie and drew a sexy 'stache on his face! There was no connection to any form of an M at all!!

M's jaw drops as he hears these shocking revelations...

M: ...But what about the meringue pie??

S: Well who doesn't like meringue pie?

M nods to himself in approval as he wonders why he even questioned the use of the delicious treat in S's sinister actions.

M: But still, why? Why do all of this?? What have I ever done to you??

S: Well you want to draw a giant M on the Moon with a laser! That's my home! I have to slash anyone who tries to ruin my home! That's just common sense...

S turns towards M and takes his machete out, making slashing motions with it as he walks slowly towards him...

S: Now, to slice you up in front of your sexy bride!

M perks up at the mention of his love...

M: She truly is a magnificent creation...

S turns towards Teru to admire her beauty...

S: She is indeed a spectacular young lady...

S becomes absorbed in his idolisation of Teru, running a finger down her cheek and appreciating the smoothness of her face.

While S is distracted M smiles to himself, mustering up all his strength combined with his millions of fans, many mammals and mighty marsupials to charge up a gigantic kick in the balls sending S flying across the siesta hall.

As S reels on the ground clutching his special area, M uses this opportunity to grab his friends over his arms and make a break for it to his rocket ship.

M: Probably not going to use that against Hyada... His Street Fighter skills probably gave him the ability to wear privates protection...

Teru: Ohayou gozaimasu...?

Teru's eyes slowly open as M's start tearing up with joy, his new found happiness allowing him to leap from the entrance to the lair into the rocket with friends in tow.

As M sets up the rocket for the return trip to Earth, S crawls to the entrance to shout at him while shaking his fist, because he also has the inexplicable ability to talk within a vacuum...

S: You may have defeated me this time, M, but you'll never defeat Jonathan Hyada at Aftershock 38!

M: Mwahahaha of course I will! I'll mash all the buttons in a Street Fighter fight, then I'll mash his face!

S: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

S falls to the ground due to sadness (and lack of oxygen) as M takes off in his rocket, maniacally laughing to himself in between having cutesy reunion kisses with Teru and slapping Green to wake him up....


Fade to black...

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM​

 

[DarksideEric]

Spoiler

"YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE!"

"Why? Are you going to stop me?"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE'LL DO TO ME IF SHE KNEW I HELPED YOU?!"

"Yes. I don't see the problem here."

"SHE'LL KILL ME MAN! YOU-- YOU CAN'T LET HER DO THAT!"

Jonathan Hyada gave a long sidelong glance over his shoulder at the man who hung upside down ten feet behind him and six in the air. The former fighter turned away from his captive and ran his hands under the cold water for what could have been the hundredth time, rubbing his knuckles with his thumbs to clean the blood that stained them. After a short bout of silence Jon ceased the water's flow and grabbed a small hand towel, one already dyed red, and began to dry his hands. Laid back was his stride as he closed the distance between himself and the Hanging Man, a dangerous man that had been taken under the wing of one Samantha St. James, better known to the world as the villainous Moonlit. Jon tossed the rag off to the side and stopped his pace right in front of the Hangman.

"Two bank robberies."

Hyada reached his right hand behind his back and pulled out a roll of athletic tape. Hangman's eyes glued themselves to the item he'd seen multiple times before.

"Three counts of Assault and Battery."

The former Tag Team Champion began wrapping this right hand tightly in the tape, slowly rolling it over his taut muscles while staring into the eyes of Hangman, watching the agitation build in him.

"A prison break on the back of a murder, a hanging no less."

Jon brought the loose end of the tape up to his mouth, using his teeth to tear it free so he could secure it with the taping suffocating his forearm, wrist and hand. He then began wrapping his left hand.

"No.. c'mon man... I don't have anymore to tell!"

Jonathan threw the roll of tape towards his duffel, now having taped up both fists, letting it bounce off his red and black Kevlar body armor and into the bag.

"And a rape. He clenched his fists at his sides. "Sorry, suspected rape. Coincidentally ending in her hanging, isn't that right Hang Man?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH MAN! SHE'LL KILL ME!"

Hyada reached into another pouch on his belt and retrieved his red and black Iron Fist mask.

"I don't see why I should care."

"I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING LEFT TO TELL YOU MAN! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW!"

Jon pulled the mask down over the upper portion of his face.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

Hyada grabbed the man's jaw and leveled his fist for what was going to be the first of many blows.

SHORYUKEN!

Jon took pause and looked over his shoulder as the notification sound of his phone alerted him to a text message. Ignoring it, he turned back to Hang Man and readied for a strike again, but yet again he'd be interrupted, but this time by a banging on the metal door several dozen feet behind him.

Damnit.

Hyada quick stepped over to his phone and checked the message he'd received, from Nathaniel, reading "Open Up!"

Damnit.

Jon lamented Nate's timing and his own luck, tossing the phone aside and looking hastily around. Hearing the door bang again, harder this time, he called out in reply. "Yeah! Coming! The former fighter snatched up the bloody rag he had tossed away earlier and shoved it into the Hang Man's mouth, putting his lips to his ear and whispering something to him. He then yanked on a low hanging chain that guided one of the many sliding doors of the defunct warehouse along its rails to close the captive off from the rest of the building.

The door banged again.

Jon jogged across the floor, tossing a couple of dumb bells to the floor in his workout area to recreate a scene his friend had witnessed numerous times when he visited here and stuffed his mask into his belt pouch.

"Hey Nate, what's up?" Jon greeted his friend, panting and sweaty as he pulled open one side of the double doors that led into the old warehouse he used as a workout center from time to time.

"I figured you would have called me by now," Nate stepped in passed his friend, shoving a white paper bag into Jon's chest so he'd have his hands free to light up a coffin nail.

Hyada peered into the bag as he closed the door behind him, taking note of the egg salad sandwich wrapped in it. "We were supposed to meet for lunch?"

"Dinner yes, lunch no. But don't play God damn stupid," he took a long drag from his cig.

"Not following you buddy. Thanks for this by the way." Jon pulled the sandwich from the bag and helped himself to a bite from one of the triangle corners.

"You're up for another title already, you asshole."

WZCW had been the furthest thing from his mind in the past few days, to the point where he had nearly completely forgotten a match was coming up, let alone of what happened a week ago.

"The EurAsian thing..." Hyada quietly stated to himself.

"Yeah, the EurAsian thing. The Hell is wrong with your head? You still weepy over Haven leaving?"

Jon replied with a silent look.

"Yeah, yeah," he took another drag and blew the smoke down towards the floor away from their pair of friends, "You know you're in a qualifier match for the Ladder Match, yeah?"

"Just what I always wanted, another God damn ladder match." He set the sandwich aside while tossing weights back up on their racks, having just finished a workout. Behind him, muffled by a sliding door, he could hear the low sound of a groan. Nate, oblivious, continued to talk over it.

"You know much about M?"

"Who?" Nate snagged Jon's attention back to the conversation.

"You're facing the 'Marvelously Magnificent M' in your qualifier. Real character. Damn good from what I've seen. You got your plans?"

Jon glanced down the length of the warehouse to the big sliding door at the back of his training area and nodded. He had plans. "Yeah, all mapped out and such," he replied off-handedly.

Nate stared at his friend for a good while as he finished his coffin nail, tossing the used butt towards the oil drum being used as a trash bin. "Jon, you got your head on you?" The closest the gruff older trainer would come to a 'you alright, can I help?'

Jonathan returned his friend's stare a moment then collected his sandwich. "Yeah just... Samantha, Haven. Y'know, 'hero' shit."

"You being square with me?"

"Square. Let me worry about M and everything else on my plate. You go home and take care of those girls of yours." Hyada shot his friend a smile before taking another bite of egg salad.

"Yeah. Call me later. Good luck." Nate recognized the request to leave and had no qualms with following it, leaving his friend to himself.

As soon as Nate was gone and the door was locked behind him, Jonathan Hyada spit the chunk of egg salad out onto the floor and chucked the rest of the sandwich into the oil drum.

There was work to do.