Post by TakaruMatsui on Jan 14, 2024 20:42:49 GMT -5
‘I have forgotten who I was, what I was.’
A pause.
‘What I am.’
The sounds of fighting filled the dim light, and the figure of Takaru Matsui stood inside a ring. His legs snapped out before him, firing off kicks into the pads held by the men before him. He battered away at them, each blow staggering the men back as the Red Slayer hammered them home.
Then he spun closer, elbows and fists flying in a quick pattern as the men holding the pads called the count. They urged him on, and he nodded as he drew back to start once more. Sweat flying from his hair, and his voice continued.
‘I am the King of Kyoto. I am the Red Slayer. I am Takaru Matsui.’
The attacks continued inside the ring, and the Red Slayer was firing off strikes at a cluster of heavily padded men who tried to bring him down. He was fast, terribly fast as he wove through them.
‘And in Saskatoon, I will remind everyone of that. I will show the world, the entire XHF what I am capable of. I have come close so many times, I have almost reached the gold of this place, the titles that should be mine. But weak men, lesser men have distracted me! Have held me back.
My pride held me back, my complacency held me back. But now I will show JROK, I will show the WUK who I am! And I will take everyone who stands against me, and I will show them that I am Takaru Matsui!’
The scene faded to Matsui leaning against the turnbuckles, sitting back with his eyes closed with a towel wrapped around his neck. He lifted his hands before him, steepling his fingers together as he tapped them against his chin.
‘These are desperate times. And I am a desperate man. I have something to prove, I have to show everyone that I have become hungry. That I am no longer content to be close enough, to being an almost.
There is no more Frank Wormwood, there is no more MXG! No more Neon Bushido, no more Kingdom of Failure! There will be just me! The Red Slayer, and in Saskatoon? I am waiting.’
A pause.
‘What I am.’
The sounds of fighting filled the dim light, and the figure of Takaru Matsui stood inside a ring. His legs snapped out before him, firing off kicks into the pads held by the men before him. He battered away at them, each blow staggering the men back as the Red Slayer hammered them home.
Then he spun closer, elbows and fists flying in a quick pattern as the men holding the pads called the count. They urged him on, and he nodded as he drew back to start once more. Sweat flying from his hair, and his voice continued.
‘I am the King of Kyoto. I am the Red Slayer. I am Takaru Matsui.’
The attacks continued inside the ring, and the Red Slayer was firing off strikes at a cluster of heavily padded men who tried to bring him down. He was fast, terribly fast as he wove through them.
‘And in Saskatoon, I will remind everyone of that. I will show the world, the entire XHF what I am capable of. I have come close so many times, I have almost reached the gold of this place, the titles that should be mine. But weak men, lesser men have distracted me! Have held me back.
My pride held me back, my complacency held me back. But now I will show JROK, I will show the WUK who I am! And I will take everyone who stands against me, and I will show them that I am Takaru Matsui!’
The scene faded to Matsui leaning against the turnbuckles, sitting back with his eyes closed with a towel wrapped around his neck. He lifted his hands before him, steepling his fingers together as he tapped them against his chin.
‘These are desperate times. And I am a desperate man. I have something to prove, I have to show everyone that I have become hungry. That I am no longer content to be close enough, to being an almost.
There is no more Frank Wormwood, there is no more MXG! No more Neon Bushido, no more Kingdom of Failure! There will be just me! The Red Slayer, and in Saskatoon? I am waiting.’
