Post by steelmorrigan on Feb 6, 2018 15:37:33 GMT -5
“Even if it seems certain that you will lose, retaliate.”
The bag rocked beneath kicks and punches as he exhaled a short blast of air whilst the Boston cold clung to his skin, steam raising off his form in the heat he was generating as he let loose ragged breaths in the heart of his fury.
He would have to accept his defeat at Taane’s hands, but he would not like it, he would improve he must improve.
And as he was kicking he was back in Japan, younger just out of college and sat opposite his father, Kitano Tenryu, who was a severe man, a proud man and at this moment he was staring down at his son who was nursing a split lip and a black eye.
“Why did you start the fight?”
Satoshi, didn’t respond merely staring at the ground in muted silence as his Father walked around him smirking and grabbed him by the arm just where the muscle met nerve, the pain ran up his arm, but he stayed silent as his father ranted.
“ANSWER ME!”
Satoshi managed to raise his head to look at his father, finally answering with muted submission.
“They, they said bad things about mother….”
Again no sniffle but Kitano’s face paused form that mask of fury as he seemed to realise what had gone on, she had moved on and children, being cruel had tried to find weakness in his son, tried rouse an emotion, and they had but not one they had intended.
“You will clean the dojo and think and what you did Satoshi, you cannot raise your hands in anger, when you strike you must be as the storm, quiet in appearance, but contained to the moment. You think on every setback and see what opportunity it can give you.”
Back in the moment, the kick bag buckled as he let loose another moment of frustration, leaning his head on the leather as breath escaped from him body and he thought about what went wrong, had anything gone wrong?
It was useless to try and punish himself for actions past , he must move forwards.
We fade in on Satoshi, dressed in a suit, black on tan and a tie making him look something respectable. eyes gazing into the camera as we see he is sat at a coffee shop looking over the Boston harbour whilst he addresses the camera.
“It would seem victory was not mine but I have learned much, I have learned there are those with honour and fighting spirit in this roster I have learned that though victory and defeat are mere cousins I much prefer the taste of victory, who doesn’t?”
She shook his head and muses.
“But it was not to be, congratulations on your victory Taane, but we will meet again rest assured on that.”
He smirks.
“But I cannot let the past effect what comes in the future, fro I face another two opponent’s this coming week, Waylon Stokes and Killian Kold.”
A rub of his neck and he examines the cup of coffee before taking a sip and the scene seems to cut o to a Gym where Satoshi is doing a work out, as he voice continues occasional cuts to slow motion.
“Waylon Stokes, robbed of victor at the hands of a would be king, you stand much like me in the face of a shadow that threatens to stomp out the fires of our challenge before they have even begun, I admit I am not the biggest in way of personality , In fact some would say that the land of my birth hinders me Waylon. but I know the regret of defeat I cannot and will not allow myself to feel that sting this week.”
We cut to Satoshi performing a sweep front ankle pick and rolling himself around into a armbar.
“I may not be , loud I may not even be American, but I am for sure a pure fighter, trained in technical excellence what does not end in a pin will end in submission, or in knock out.”
We cut to a slow motion of Satoshi hitting the superman forearm in the ring and then back to him doing the squats sweat pouring over his brow.
“But there is one in that match who has made his mind, one who is determine do get the attention of Spike Kane by being the rocks that brake the waves.”
We cut to Kold just staring right at Spike, before in an almost snap action he hits Ramsay with another Kold Killer.
“A man driven only to exceed another’s legend, a man driven to destroy all that lands in his path, a man to whom only destruction means anything.”
We cut back to Satoshi sat in the coffee shop watching the Boston harbour as he finally speaks.
“I will face you Killian Kold, Not because it is my profession to do such but because of what it is you stand for, as men we are dying from the moment we take our first breath, what we do in life echoes in the eternity of legend and you seek to break all those in your path.”
A shake of his head.
“You will find I am not so easy to break, Kold I am not some mere speck on the wind to be cast aside and driven to dust I am strong then you give me credit and I do not need hate or require vengeance to beat you.”
A smirk.
“I will simply defy you at every turn, and show combat wrestling just how effective you actually are with your false promises and empty threats you, boy are disrespectful.”
He tilted his head.
“Many are dishonourable and they will learn, one by one that this will only get you so far, fight hard, live well and the rewards will be great.”
He nods.
“So, Stokes and Kold, There can only be one victor as we wind towards the tournament that will eventually crown our first champion. I shall be victorious.”
A pause.
“I must.”
Fade out
The bag rocked beneath kicks and punches as he exhaled a short blast of air whilst the Boston cold clung to his skin, steam raising off his form in the heat he was generating as he let loose ragged breaths in the heart of his fury.
He would have to accept his defeat at Taane’s hands, but he would not like it, he would improve he must improve.
And as he was kicking he was back in Japan, younger just out of college and sat opposite his father, Kitano Tenryu, who was a severe man, a proud man and at this moment he was staring down at his son who was nursing a split lip and a black eye.
“Why did you start the fight?”
Satoshi, didn’t respond merely staring at the ground in muted silence as his Father walked around him smirking and grabbed him by the arm just where the muscle met nerve, the pain ran up his arm, but he stayed silent as his father ranted.
“ANSWER ME!”
Satoshi managed to raise his head to look at his father, finally answering with muted submission.
“They, they said bad things about mother….”
Again no sniffle but Kitano’s face paused form that mask of fury as he seemed to realise what had gone on, she had moved on and children, being cruel had tried to find weakness in his son, tried rouse an emotion, and they had but not one they had intended.
“You will clean the dojo and think and what you did Satoshi, you cannot raise your hands in anger, when you strike you must be as the storm, quiet in appearance, but contained to the moment. You think on every setback and see what opportunity it can give you.”
Back in the moment, the kick bag buckled as he let loose another moment of frustration, leaning his head on the leather as breath escaped from him body and he thought about what went wrong, had anything gone wrong?
It was useless to try and punish himself for actions past , he must move forwards.
We fade in on Satoshi, dressed in a suit, black on tan and a tie making him look something respectable. eyes gazing into the camera as we see he is sat at a coffee shop looking over the Boston harbour whilst he addresses the camera.
“It would seem victory was not mine but I have learned much, I have learned there are those with honour and fighting spirit in this roster I have learned that though victory and defeat are mere cousins I much prefer the taste of victory, who doesn’t?”
She shook his head and muses.
“But it was not to be, congratulations on your victory Taane, but we will meet again rest assured on that.”
He smirks.
“But I cannot let the past effect what comes in the future, fro I face another two opponent’s this coming week, Waylon Stokes and Killian Kold.”
A rub of his neck and he examines the cup of coffee before taking a sip and the scene seems to cut o to a Gym where Satoshi is doing a work out, as he voice continues occasional cuts to slow motion.
“Waylon Stokes, robbed of victor at the hands of a would be king, you stand much like me in the face of a shadow that threatens to stomp out the fires of our challenge before they have even begun, I admit I am not the biggest in way of personality , In fact some would say that the land of my birth hinders me Waylon. but I know the regret of defeat I cannot and will not allow myself to feel that sting this week.”
We cut to Satoshi performing a sweep front ankle pick and rolling himself around into a armbar.
“I may not be , loud I may not even be American, but I am for sure a pure fighter, trained in technical excellence what does not end in a pin will end in submission, or in knock out.”
We cut to a slow motion of Satoshi hitting the superman forearm in the ring and then back to him doing the squats sweat pouring over his brow.
“But there is one in that match who has made his mind, one who is determine do get the attention of Spike Kane by being the rocks that brake the waves.”
We cut to Kold just staring right at Spike, before in an almost snap action he hits Ramsay with another Kold Killer.
“A man driven only to exceed another’s legend, a man driven to destroy all that lands in his path, a man to whom only destruction means anything.”
We cut back to Satoshi sat in the coffee shop watching the Boston harbour as he finally speaks.
“I will face you Killian Kold, Not because it is my profession to do such but because of what it is you stand for, as men we are dying from the moment we take our first breath, what we do in life echoes in the eternity of legend and you seek to break all those in your path.”
A shake of his head.
“You will find I am not so easy to break, Kold I am not some mere speck on the wind to be cast aside and driven to dust I am strong then you give me credit and I do not need hate or require vengeance to beat you.”
A smirk.
“I will simply defy you at every turn, and show combat wrestling just how effective you actually are with your false promises and empty threats you, boy are disrespectful.”
He tilted his head.
“Many are dishonourable and they will learn, one by one that this will only get you so far, fight hard, live well and the rewards will be great.”
He nods.
“So, Stokes and Kold, There can only be one victor as we wind towards the tournament that will eventually crown our first champion. I shall be victorious.”
A pause.
“I must.”
Fade out