Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2021 12:24:47 GMT -5
Takaru was going through the motions inside the ring, throwing kicks and punches at a trainer who wore heavy pads. He spun through move after move, driving the man back as every blow landed clean on the center of the pads. He was silent, entirely focused on what he was doing before he finally stepped back with a shake of his head. He paused, hand lifting to rake back his hair before he gave the trainer a nod of thanks. The man withdrew, and Takaru paced the ring absently before he grabbed the towel hanging over the ropes by the turnbuckle.
He wiped that towel over his face, draping it around his neck before he leaned on the ropes. He thought for a long moment, hand lifting to stroke his chin as he thought before he spoke. 'Since I have come to NPW, my destiny has been tied to others. Linked with them and their fates, trapped in their own little games and plans. Donzig, Freakke, and then Hendrix. No more.'
Takaru leaned back, rolling his shoulders as his hands rested on the ropes. He shook his head, then drew back as he continued. 'From now on? Takaru Matsui will control his own destiny, I will rely only on myself to win! And I will stop allowing others to control me, and my destiny. Takaru Matsui will be victorious! Now there are three other men between me and that destiny! Now I know these men are all fighters, they are here to win as well.'
A shrug, and Takaru slid from between the ropes. He dropped down on the side of the ring, sitting there as he tossed the towel away. 'Yet it doesn't matter who they are, what they will do, how much noise they make? Because I will strike them down, I will lay them out one by one, and then when the last one is standing?'
Takaru's hands snapped upwards, clapping together with a grin. 'KINSHASA!'
He laughed, nodding as he let his hands rest on his knees. Head tilting as he looked away before he turned back to the camera, and he smirked. 'I don't know Ronnie Long very well. I don't know Andrew Morgan. I have never heard of Edward Zepp. But they do not know Takaru Matsui. They don't know what I can do, what I will do, or what I have done. And that will give me the edge, because the greatest enemy one can face? Is oneself.'
He leapt from his seat on the edge of the ring, landing on his feet before he started to walk away. Crossing the gym before he paused, rolling his shoulders before he glanced back over his shoulder. A smile tugging at his lips, and he laughed. 'You see? It is time for a new start, and inside that ring? Those three men will find themselves face to face with Takaru Matsui, and I will rise past them.'
He wiped that towel over his face, draping it around his neck before he leaned on the ropes. He thought for a long moment, hand lifting to stroke his chin as he thought before he spoke. 'Since I have come to NPW, my destiny has been tied to others. Linked with them and their fates, trapped in their own little games and plans. Donzig, Freakke, and then Hendrix. No more.'
Takaru leaned back, rolling his shoulders as his hands rested on the ropes. He shook his head, then drew back as he continued. 'From now on? Takaru Matsui will control his own destiny, I will rely only on myself to win! And I will stop allowing others to control me, and my destiny. Takaru Matsui will be victorious! Now there are three other men between me and that destiny! Now I know these men are all fighters, they are here to win as well.'
A shrug, and Takaru slid from between the ropes. He dropped down on the side of the ring, sitting there as he tossed the towel away. 'Yet it doesn't matter who they are, what they will do, how much noise they make? Because I will strike them down, I will lay them out one by one, and then when the last one is standing?'
Takaru's hands snapped upwards, clapping together with a grin. 'KINSHASA!'
He laughed, nodding as he let his hands rest on his knees. Head tilting as he looked away before he turned back to the camera, and he smirked. 'I don't know Ronnie Long very well. I don't know Andrew Morgan. I have never heard of Edward Zepp. But they do not know Takaru Matsui. They don't know what I can do, what I will do, or what I have done. And that will give me the edge, because the greatest enemy one can face? Is oneself.'
He leapt from his seat on the edge of the ring, landing on his feet before he started to walk away. Crossing the gym before he paused, rolling his shoulders before he glanced back over his shoulder. A smile tugging at his lips, and he laughed. 'You see? It is time for a new start, and inside that ring? Those three men will find themselves face to face with Takaru Matsui, and I will rise past them.'