Post by Masao Akiyama on May 29, 2024 7:35:30 GMT
Footage of Allan Chaney destroying the ring plays in black and white as Masao was recovering from the beating he and Knight had laid on each other forearms and chops traded an echo of earlier words spoken by another man , Nick Knight
“Tell me what Masao has done to deserve a shot at my title, but at least he’s under an IWF contract.”
We start to fade in on Masao’s face as he sits in a gym, sunlight pouring through half lit windows and the dim echo of music about him as he wears a hoodie, seated in the gym back against a wall and his hair is damp as he spoke evenly.
“I asked, I did no set my ship , against you directly but I laid down a call, and the powers that be decided it would be fated that we would meet and then a man ended what could have been and left an answer begging, and now to add a third participant Someone perhaps more worthy of your time hm? Knight?”
Masao shakes his head and sets his jaw as he rubbed at his shoulder growling just a bit.
“But I will always wonder how that match would have ended, you could well have won, but that i would know, you would know if the statements you made about me are true, if my potential is not yet at your standards of worthiness, if I was indeed mere cannon fodder something to help keep your scythe wet before you moved on to the next man or woman.”
Masao’s shoulders rolled as he closed his eyes breathe heaving form his nostrils as he smirked.
“But here we are, in Rome at the night of the Immortals having to do this again Butcher of men, A fighting champion a man who I wish to test myself again, even if I lose, I would learn something, yes The thousands who slide into that area will yet again be treated to violence and I will once again look you in the eye but it will not be the same.”
A flash of Roberto Verona’s smiling face and the Serenity Holmes at work cut into the feed and When we snap back Masao is sat outside the environs of Rome overlooking the city form under the shade of a Tree as he muses.
“But we have a common foe, do we not Nick? The lady who has shaken hands with devil in returns for...Is this your prize Serenity? This shot? A chance at the gold, what bargains have you cut for your thirty pieces of silver, already we see the dark reaching up to pull at you leaving Chaney behind.”
He makes a snort and sighs.
“How many other choices will you be asked to make Serenity? How desperate are you for victory? How far will you sink? How far have you already sunk? No doubt you will stand in front of the lens and play your apathy and disaffection with great care...I see through you, scorpion and I will not allow myself to start carrying you over the water awaiting a sting that is in your nature.”
Masao’s gaze fixes on the camera as he gives a wry smile.
“As good a competitor as you are, Serenity you are now and forever tainted by the idea you will do most anything to get ahead, you are the hall monitor, the teacher’s pet, the proverbial bootlicker.”
Masao started rubbing just under his left eye as he considered his words.
“But that does not reduce your skill or talent, so I will have to watch you, see you do not sneak a victory in the gaps, some would dismiss you but not I. Knight may dismiss us both but he must recognize the threat you represent, no matter what you have done to become it.”
A pause and he smirks.
“What was once a battle, a match of will now become a war, the Hollywood butcher against the 22nd century girl against myself for the Invictus championship, I admit I feel....cheated, slighted, angry that we’re not having a proper swing at each other, but I have no more room to complain Nick Knight is one of the best wrestlers to operate. He has fought and defended that belt consistently it is that that drew me his direction to start with. I sought to learn where I stood, even if he may think I am not...Worthy, I will show him once again that I am not to be ignored I am not just a three win fluke, I am in fact Worthy I may not have Nick’s achievements behind me but I do not see people lining up to face off against you Knight. They seem to roll propel towards you at their leisure, it’s been so long since anyone hunted you that you have gotten fat, and lazy.”
He smirks a bit.
“I promise you Knight, I am hunting you. I am hunting Serenity, that belt is in good hands but it begs a new master, as much as you fight Verona you are still bound in his clutches.”
He nods.
“Bound by the weight of gold about your waist, he can summon you at his beck and call under auspices of champion, imagine all you could do without a burden like the Invictus belt ...You could perhaps set your sights on...Larger prey, move on to the Big boys as it were. Why have Invictus when the World awaits, But first you need to relived of your current burdens, Butcher of Hollywood.”
He smirks.
“I’ve felt your blows, had a taste of your violence, and I found myself...wanting to return t that and Finish. What. We. Started. I will put you on your Knees and fire Tanegashima, Carry you through the gates of Yogan-Ryu and burn you in the fires of Sakurajima, as many time as it takes and if I must I will use Serenity Holmes as a weapon to way lay you and pin you both for my victory. If I must.”
He shakes his head and growls.
“Victory is still uncertain, No matter what, I will ensure my name is spoken, I will do it, as they say clean, I will stand tall and weather the storm, I will not be denied.”
He straightens and stands looking at the City the bout will be held in and he nods.
“See you in Rome.”
Fade out.
“The future is the future; You cannot worry if it is right fool! Only focus on the road ahead the now, what do you see in front of your fist? Do you want this or not?”
That question had now been answered, as alien as the country was; he found the familiarity of conflict was comforting.
But, even as his English was improving that constant need for validation that exists in all sports, especially combat ones, did start to nag, he considered calling Kimura–sensei, but the annoyed, half awake tone followed by the lecture would hardly help given the time right now.
So here he was taking the moments in between, appreciating the silence before the proverbial thunder, the hills of Rome and the Alps much further beyond.
This had been a good choice, even if it ended in failure, a opportunity like this to see the world, to work hard, to feel as if every next match was another good test, it was strangely liberating in as much as it was confining.
He picked at the table he was sat at even as he looked up his travel plans for Rome, where he planned to look over the city as many warmakers had, separate of the city as opposed to in it.
He looked at his pone, he had a meeting with IWF Officials in a few hours to discuss The Arena, do’s and do-not’s Devlin Raine was as ever going to give a little bellicose pep talk to some of the newer faces, The Gladiators, dispense his wisdom and they’d spend the time building the ring, Prepping barriers and all the usual work that went into preparing a show nobody saw really but made all the difference, camera rigs, Audi checks the mystery behind the magic that nobody really appreciates.
This is what lay beyond his fist. People, the world and all the personal lessons and connections that made the fight worthwhile.
Well he was getting a couple of those, But the personal connections was missing right now.
No matter, there’s be time for that.
“Tell me what Masao has done to deserve a shot at my title, but at least he’s under an IWF contract.”
We start to fade in on Masao’s face as he sits in a gym, sunlight pouring through half lit windows and the dim echo of music about him as he wears a hoodie, seated in the gym back against a wall and his hair is damp as he spoke evenly.
“I asked, I did no set my ship , against you directly but I laid down a call, and the powers that be decided it would be fated that we would meet and then a man ended what could have been and left an answer begging, and now to add a third participant Someone perhaps more worthy of your time hm? Knight?”
Masao shakes his head and sets his jaw as he rubbed at his shoulder growling just a bit.
“But I will always wonder how that match would have ended, you could well have won, but that i would know, you would know if the statements you made about me are true, if my potential is not yet at your standards of worthiness, if I was indeed mere cannon fodder something to help keep your scythe wet before you moved on to the next man or woman.”
Masao’s shoulders rolled as he closed his eyes breathe heaving form his nostrils as he smirked.
“But here we are, in Rome at the night of the Immortals having to do this again Butcher of men, A fighting champion a man who I wish to test myself again, even if I lose, I would learn something, yes The thousands who slide into that area will yet again be treated to violence and I will once again look you in the eye but it will not be the same.”
A flash of Roberto Verona’s smiling face and the Serenity Holmes at work cut into the feed and When we snap back Masao is sat outside the environs of Rome overlooking the city form under the shade of a Tree as he muses.
“But we have a common foe, do we not Nick? The lady who has shaken hands with devil in returns for...Is this your prize Serenity? This shot? A chance at the gold, what bargains have you cut for your thirty pieces of silver, already we see the dark reaching up to pull at you leaving Chaney behind.”
He makes a snort and sighs.
“How many other choices will you be asked to make Serenity? How desperate are you for victory? How far will you sink? How far have you already sunk? No doubt you will stand in front of the lens and play your apathy and disaffection with great care...I see through you, scorpion and I will not allow myself to start carrying you over the water awaiting a sting that is in your nature.”
Masao’s gaze fixes on the camera as he gives a wry smile.
“As good a competitor as you are, Serenity you are now and forever tainted by the idea you will do most anything to get ahead, you are the hall monitor, the teacher’s pet, the proverbial bootlicker.”
Masao started rubbing just under his left eye as he considered his words.
“But that does not reduce your skill or talent, so I will have to watch you, see you do not sneak a victory in the gaps, some would dismiss you but not I. Knight may dismiss us both but he must recognize the threat you represent, no matter what you have done to become it.”
A pause and he smirks.
“What was once a battle, a match of will now become a war, the Hollywood butcher against the 22nd century girl against myself for the Invictus championship, I admit I feel....cheated, slighted, angry that we’re not having a proper swing at each other, but I have no more room to complain Nick Knight is one of the best wrestlers to operate. He has fought and defended that belt consistently it is that that drew me his direction to start with. I sought to learn where I stood, even if he may think I am not...Worthy, I will show him once again that I am not to be ignored I am not just a three win fluke, I am in fact Worthy I may not have Nick’s achievements behind me but I do not see people lining up to face off against you Knight. They seem to roll propel towards you at their leisure, it’s been so long since anyone hunted you that you have gotten fat, and lazy.”
He smirks a bit.
“I promise you Knight, I am hunting you. I am hunting Serenity, that belt is in good hands but it begs a new master, as much as you fight Verona you are still bound in his clutches.”
He nods.
“Bound by the weight of gold about your waist, he can summon you at his beck and call under auspices of champion, imagine all you could do without a burden like the Invictus belt ...You could perhaps set your sights on...Larger prey, move on to the Big boys as it were. Why have Invictus when the World awaits, But first you need to relived of your current burdens, Butcher of Hollywood.”
He smirks.
“I’ve felt your blows, had a taste of your violence, and I found myself...wanting to return t that and Finish. What. We. Started. I will put you on your Knees and fire Tanegashima, Carry you through the gates of Yogan-Ryu and burn you in the fires of Sakurajima, as many time as it takes and if I must I will use Serenity Holmes as a weapon to way lay you and pin you both for my victory. If I must.”
He shakes his head and growls.
“Victory is still uncertain, No matter what, I will ensure my name is spoken, I will do it, as they say clean, I will stand tall and weather the storm, I will not be denied.”
He straightens and stands looking at the City the bout will be held in and he nods.
“See you in Rome.”
Fade out.
“The future is the future; You cannot worry if it is right fool! Only focus on the road ahead the now, what do you see in front of your fist? Do you want this or not?”
That question had now been answered, as alien as the country was; he found the familiarity of conflict was comforting.
But, even as his English was improving that constant need for validation that exists in all sports, especially combat ones, did start to nag, he considered calling Kimura–sensei, but the annoyed, half awake tone followed by the lecture would hardly help given the time right now.
So here he was taking the moments in between, appreciating the silence before the proverbial thunder, the hills of Rome and the Alps much further beyond.
This had been a good choice, even if it ended in failure, a opportunity like this to see the world, to work hard, to feel as if every next match was another good test, it was strangely liberating in as much as it was confining.
He picked at the table he was sat at even as he looked up his travel plans for Rome, where he planned to look over the city as many warmakers had, separate of the city as opposed to in it.
He looked at his pone, he had a meeting with IWF Officials in a few hours to discuss The Arena, do’s and do-not’s Devlin Raine was as ever going to give a little bellicose pep talk to some of the newer faces, The Gladiators, dispense his wisdom and they’d spend the time building the ring, Prepping barriers and all the usual work that went into preparing a show nobody saw really but made all the difference, camera rigs, Audi checks the mystery behind the magic that nobody really appreciates.
This is what lay beyond his fist. People, the world and all the personal lessons and connections that made the fight worthwhile.
Well he was getting a couple of those, But the personal connections was missing right now.
No matter, there’s be time for that.
Well howdy there pardner.