Post by TakaruMatsui on Sept 15, 2023 11:09:10 GMT -5
‘Failure.’
The word hung in the air, it seemed to echo in the darkness. And then with a rustle of leather and silk the man known as the Red Slayer leaned forward. His long black hair hung across his face from beneath his hood. And he tapped his fingers against his knee, then he shrugged before a hand lifted to push back the hood.
His eyes narrowed, and he sniffed.
‘Failure. Time and time again, I have faced failure. Fate has conspired against me. At every turn victory has been stolen from me! Everytime I rise, I am cast down! Because I tried to do what was right, what was honorable, I tried to not be what I really am.’
The lips of Matsui formed a smile, and he looked away before he continued.
‘Time and time again, I have tried to change that. I even stopped playing by those rules, and nothing has changed. Maybe I am in fact, a failure, maybe time has passed me by! Maybe I am not the man I once was.’
A finger lifted, tapping against his cheek before he frowned slightly. He leaned back into the shadows, and he stared into the shadows overhead.
‘Perhaps I have quit caring so much about being great, about gold and titles! Perhaps, I am fine with being a failure. Or maybe I am not–’
Takaru Matsui laughed, a bitter sound as he rose to his feet. He swept forward, shrugging as he looked back and forth before he sneered.
‘But what is true is? Is I will drag the rest of you down into failure with me, I will watch all of these victores you are so proud of? Spoil! I will walk into Cardiff, and I will throw everyone who gets in my way! Or in the way of the Kingdom of Failure out of that ring! I will take it all away, as this place has taken away everything from me! I will show all you the face of failure as I, Takaru Matsui dominate all of you! I will stop at nothing, and I will walk into the Battle of Britain as the last man in Celtic Warfare!’
A wild grin, and he swept back his hair as he shrugged.
‘And I will take apart whatever is left of the last people inside of that ring! You see I have my eye on whoever walks out of the Battle of Britain as champion! Whether it be my old friend, Psychotic Goth! Or the man who somehow escaped my wrath once before that insipid Kalmin Watts!’
Matsui frowned, a hand lifting to rake back his hair.
‘Or even if it is the ace of WUK, Eron Hunter!’
The Red Slayer smiled.
‘Because all you will bow down and do homage to failure, and I, Takaru Matsui, will take what is rightfully mine!’
The word hung in the air, it seemed to echo in the darkness. And then with a rustle of leather and silk the man known as the Red Slayer leaned forward. His long black hair hung across his face from beneath his hood. And he tapped his fingers against his knee, then he shrugged before a hand lifted to push back the hood.
His eyes narrowed, and he sniffed.
‘Failure. Time and time again, I have faced failure. Fate has conspired against me. At every turn victory has been stolen from me! Everytime I rise, I am cast down! Because I tried to do what was right, what was honorable, I tried to not be what I really am.’
The lips of Matsui formed a smile, and he looked away before he continued.
‘Time and time again, I have tried to change that. I even stopped playing by those rules, and nothing has changed. Maybe I am in fact, a failure, maybe time has passed me by! Maybe I am not the man I once was.’
A finger lifted, tapping against his cheek before he frowned slightly. He leaned back into the shadows, and he stared into the shadows overhead.
‘Perhaps I have quit caring so much about being great, about gold and titles! Perhaps, I am fine with being a failure. Or maybe I am not–’
Takaru Matsui laughed, a bitter sound as he rose to his feet. He swept forward, shrugging as he looked back and forth before he sneered.
‘But what is true is? Is I will drag the rest of you down into failure with me, I will watch all of these victores you are so proud of? Spoil! I will walk into Cardiff, and I will throw everyone who gets in my way! Or in the way of the Kingdom of Failure out of that ring! I will take it all away, as this place has taken away everything from me! I will show all you the face of failure as I, Takaru Matsui dominate all of you! I will stop at nothing, and I will walk into the Battle of Britain as the last man in Celtic Warfare!’
A wild grin, and he swept back his hair as he shrugged.
‘And I will take apart whatever is left of the last people inside of that ring! You see I have my eye on whoever walks out of the Battle of Britain as champion! Whether it be my old friend, Psychotic Goth! Or the man who somehow escaped my wrath once before that insipid Kalmin Watts!’
Matsui frowned, a hand lifting to rake back his hair.
‘Or even if it is the ace of WUK, Eron Hunter!’
The Red Slayer smiled.
‘Because all you will bow down and do homage to failure, and I, Takaru Matsui, will take what is rightfully mine!’
