Post by Masao Akiyama on Nov 15, 2024 10:46:07 GMT
We start on the shot of a Bo staff, held on a weapon stand even as the camera catches the approaching form of Masao , who smoothly packs up the weapon and examines it with a wry smirk giving the camera a smirk as if to say ‘really?’
“Wood and steel, that's what this match has introduced, we battle for the title but they have introduced wood as steel, in an effort to arm us make the hurt and blood to come entirely legal, I fail to see the point other than some silly little marketing play, a desperate attempt by a desperate man to see his employees come to hard but in doing so we find wood…and steel.”
Masao shrugs a little as he rubs at his eyes, a huff of frustration coming from him.
“I will use this weapon as I must, I feel and see my opponents have heavier weapons even that of the skateboard can be employed in many interesting ways, but allow me to stop pontificating on the Bo Staff and instead talk of the opportunity of wood and steel and gold of another kind.”
He picks up the Bo staff and sets it aside sliding the stand out the way even as he smirks.
“I thought I might be standing here competing for the Joker in the pack, However fate had other plans, didn’t it? I am not angry, the fault is my own and I called my shot, did I not and here I am, this isn’t to speak ill of Nate Harris or the belt he holds. He’s a good man and this does not mean I won;t try any harder than I would if I were facing Chaney.”
Masao’s lips and jaw tighten as he looks towards the camera.
“That should mean trouble to all of you, however quirky, skillful or tough you this is new for us all, is it not? A crucible where what will happen is what will happen and only the strong well..survive.”
A long , long pause, eyes glancing about as he considers his words.
“I am hungry , angry. I am also somewhat tired, if one tries and tries and tries and things do not go their way is it I at fault or just..bad luck? Is it something more? I must remember my own words, without the struggle, it is nothing.”
He pursed his lips and nodded.
“We have all struggled, we have all persevered, and we all wish to win and we are all hungry and desperate for that win..are we not so different.?”
He chuckles wryly and sighs.
“To be a champion, I think you have to see the big picture. It's not about winning and losing; it's about every day hard work and about thriving on a challenge. It's about embracing the pain that you'll experience at the end of a race and not being afraid. Nobody here is afraid of pain, We all turn it to our advantages, we all of us has the heart of champion, so it comes to ask…which one of us will walk away”
He stretches a bit as he starts to pace and looks at his hand.
“I could list each of you on my hand and run down the names like some manner of pedestrian shopping list but we all have worked to be here, we all deserve it and it is down to Nate Harris to defend he is the one who has to Step up , he could lose to any of us… As good as he is the odds are not in his favour, Maverick the trickster…The unpredictable one… Danger the solid stalwart.. They will look to take advantage of that Me?”
He pauses for dramatic effect, a sly smile crossing his lips as he stands a little taller.
“I would say that it's a simple choice, to keep throwing fist and suplex until everyone else stops moving, to let loose give in to that anger, give in to that little voice that tells me to destroy , wreck but the reality is I do need to be measured pick my posts, pick my time ..Endure the pain and come out of it the other side.”
He starts to rub his hands together even as he smirks.
“Even if I have to use a weapon to do it, I do not think The IWF has pondered the wisdom of giving the tallest man in the match, the tallest weapon, it may not even last that long in a singular piece and that is fine by me.”
He shook his head again almost imagining that wood splintering in his hands.
“What matters is The fire that burns in me will not be washed away by blood, toil or battle, This is no long about doing my best, this about Dining what needs to be done, it is about being strong enough to prove my point that life is to be seized, that I’m not some fading ghost to be booked and unbooked as deemed necessary, I am no toy .”
He smirks a little more.
“I am no stereotype, I am an athlete, Ia ma fighter I am a wrestler and you will come to respect me in one way or another when all this is done, when it’s all over and Skateboard and Crowbar and Padlock cease to matter all that will remain is the hand that wields it, no pithy pets… Just four men.”
He managed a wry laugh to himself and shook his head.
“Just one of us above the others, holding that belt.. Listening to the crowd worthy of being champion, worthy of saying they did it, either they won or they defended and nothing else matters at that point that is where victory meets defeat and all else.”
He nods solemnly even as he rubs his hands together.
“This week? In Dallas that time will be mine. Let’s fucking go.”
Masao almost bows before we fade out.
“Wood and steel, that's what this match has introduced, we battle for the title but they have introduced wood as steel, in an effort to arm us make the hurt and blood to come entirely legal, I fail to see the point other than some silly little marketing play, a desperate attempt by a desperate man to see his employees come to hard but in doing so we find wood…and steel.”
Masao shrugs a little as he rubs at his eyes, a huff of frustration coming from him.
“I will use this weapon as I must, I feel and see my opponents have heavier weapons even that of the skateboard can be employed in many interesting ways, but allow me to stop pontificating on the Bo Staff and instead talk of the opportunity of wood and steel and gold of another kind.”
He picks up the Bo staff and sets it aside sliding the stand out the way even as he smirks.
“I thought I might be standing here competing for the Joker in the pack, However fate had other plans, didn’t it? I am not angry, the fault is my own and I called my shot, did I not and here I am, this isn’t to speak ill of Nate Harris or the belt he holds. He’s a good man and this does not mean I won;t try any harder than I would if I were facing Chaney.”
Masao’s lips and jaw tighten as he looks towards the camera.
“That should mean trouble to all of you, however quirky, skillful or tough you this is new for us all, is it not? A crucible where what will happen is what will happen and only the strong well..survive.”
A long , long pause, eyes glancing about as he considers his words.
“I am hungry , angry. I am also somewhat tired, if one tries and tries and tries and things do not go their way is it I at fault or just..bad luck? Is it something more? I must remember my own words, without the struggle, it is nothing.”
He pursed his lips and nodded.
“We have all struggled, we have all persevered, and we all wish to win and we are all hungry and desperate for that win..are we not so different.?”
He chuckles wryly and sighs.
“To be a champion, I think you have to see the big picture. It's not about winning and losing; it's about every day hard work and about thriving on a challenge. It's about embracing the pain that you'll experience at the end of a race and not being afraid. Nobody here is afraid of pain, We all turn it to our advantages, we all of us has the heart of champion, so it comes to ask…which one of us will walk away”
He stretches a bit as he starts to pace and looks at his hand.
“I could list each of you on my hand and run down the names like some manner of pedestrian shopping list but we all have worked to be here, we all deserve it and it is down to Nate Harris to defend he is the one who has to Step up , he could lose to any of us… As good as he is the odds are not in his favour, Maverick the trickster…The unpredictable one… Danger the solid stalwart.. They will look to take advantage of that Me?”
He pauses for dramatic effect, a sly smile crossing his lips as he stands a little taller.
“I would say that it's a simple choice, to keep throwing fist and suplex until everyone else stops moving, to let loose give in to that anger, give in to that little voice that tells me to destroy , wreck but the reality is I do need to be measured pick my posts, pick my time ..Endure the pain and come out of it the other side.”
He starts to rub his hands together even as he smirks.
“Even if I have to use a weapon to do it, I do not think The IWF has pondered the wisdom of giving the tallest man in the match, the tallest weapon, it may not even last that long in a singular piece and that is fine by me.”
He shook his head again almost imagining that wood splintering in his hands.
“What matters is The fire that burns in me will not be washed away by blood, toil or battle, This is no long about doing my best, this about Dining what needs to be done, it is about being strong enough to prove my point that life is to be seized, that I’m not some fading ghost to be booked and unbooked as deemed necessary, I am no toy .”
He smirks a little more.
“I am no stereotype, I am an athlete, Ia ma fighter I am a wrestler and you will come to respect me in one way or another when all this is done, when it’s all over and Skateboard and Crowbar and Padlock cease to matter all that will remain is the hand that wields it, no pithy pets… Just four men.”
He managed a wry laugh to himself and shook his head.
“Just one of us above the others, holding that belt.. Listening to the crowd worthy of being champion, worthy of saying they did it, either they won or they defended and nothing else matters at that point that is where victory meets defeat and all else.”
He nods solemnly even as he rubs his hands together.
“This week? In Dallas that time will be mine. Let’s fucking go.”
Masao almost bows before we fade out.
Well howdy there pardner.