Post by zombie on Oct 22, 2018 16:45:35 GMT -5
Tokyo Zombie stands on a large white sheet of paper. He holds a giant paint brush and has his kimono top off, and tied around his waist. His massive form is taught with energy, but his face is calm and passive.
“The auspicious tournament will be a flash of memories of an ideal. The tiger is, like many images and ideals in our society, a symbol. The stories that sprout from this tournament are many. We have promises already laid out just by the names in the running. The warriors will test themselves as an introduction to the world. Students will show that their training hasn’t been for naught. Established stars hope to continue their prominence in the region, and continue to shine bright. This is the promise of the Tiger. It is the Yin that eclipses the entire world of the Tao. These creatures hope to lie in wait to take their chance at glory. The world is watching… and I am tired.”
Tokyo dips his brush in a bucket filled with black ink. He draws a massive circle around him. He covers one side in black while leaving a spot at the top white.
“Yet I throw myself haphazardly in this fracas without ego and thought. After such a showing in the last couple of tours my body is worn, and my spirit is a flickering fire atop a dwindling candle. I can falter at any time. There are two ways to go. I can succumb to the pressures in front of me. Any of these men, beginning with the fearsome Go Gensai, may take me out. Would their name not be shouted out and reach the rafters if they do so. That is the burden of a fighter like myself, and I am forever conscious of this possibility. It is a constant threat that I am used to. It is also this stain that weighs on my mind forever.”
Tokyo stands on the white side of the circle, and paints a small black thought on the top parallel to the white space on the black side. Then he sits on the black dot ruining his pristine white kimono. He looks into the camera with intensity.
“But those with limited view and understanding of the Tao forget that where there is the tiger, the dragon is not far. These are two forces forever in battle with themselves. These warriors know not what they are in for with me in this tournament. I will take the challenge of these hungry tigers and burn them out before my flame grows weak. The strength of the Dragon is enough to burn out any rising star in the sky through sheer will and horrible vengeance. That is the way of the Demon Brigade as we have shown time and time again. I will be the only member of ours in this tournament, but we will have another dominating night.
“Where you hide waiting to strike we will lure you out and consume. The patience of your attack will be thwarted with our headlong storm of righteousness. Gensai-san will be the first symbol in this ever consuming fire. Then I will take on all challengers no matter what rules are set before me. The challenge is there and I strive to live up to it each and every time. This is an anniversary. This is a sacrifice. This is another chance to prove my worth to the world. This is an everlong battle between the Tiger and the Dragon. This time the Dragon will have the edge because I will represent it. I will burn true and if I have to burn out to take conquer this Tiger’s Festival then so be it. At the end of the day, The Demon Brigade will stand tall once again.
“We have our loyal following, and with each battle we gain more. Their spirit will infuse my fire with the passion to see this through.”
Tokyo relaxes for a moment to control his breathing. He leans forward and speaks softly.
“Never forget that the will of the Zombie is undying. So be you student, newcomer, or stalwart Max Japan fighter, you will not overcome the Dragon’s breath.”
Tokyo leans back, and the circle is miraculously devoid of any ink. It is just a large patch of white.
“The auspicious tournament will be a flash of memories of an ideal. The tiger is, like many images and ideals in our society, a symbol. The stories that sprout from this tournament are many. We have promises already laid out just by the names in the running. The warriors will test themselves as an introduction to the world. Students will show that their training hasn’t been for naught. Established stars hope to continue their prominence in the region, and continue to shine bright. This is the promise of the Tiger. It is the Yin that eclipses the entire world of the Tao. These creatures hope to lie in wait to take their chance at glory. The world is watching… and I am tired.”
Tokyo dips his brush in a bucket filled with black ink. He draws a massive circle around him. He covers one side in black while leaving a spot at the top white.
“Yet I throw myself haphazardly in this fracas without ego and thought. After such a showing in the last couple of tours my body is worn, and my spirit is a flickering fire atop a dwindling candle. I can falter at any time. There are two ways to go. I can succumb to the pressures in front of me. Any of these men, beginning with the fearsome Go Gensai, may take me out. Would their name not be shouted out and reach the rafters if they do so. That is the burden of a fighter like myself, and I am forever conscious of this possibility. It is a constant threat that I am used to. It is also this stain that weighs on my mind forever.”
Tokyo stands on the white side of the circle, and paints a small black thought on the top parallel to the white space on the black side. Then he sits on the black dot ruining his pristine white kimono. He looks into the camera with intensity.
“But those with limited view and understanding of the Tao forget that where there is the tiger, the dragon is not far. These are two forces forever in battle with themselves. These warriors know not what they are in for with me in this tournament. I will take the challenge of these hungry tigers and burn them out before my flame grows weak. The strength of the Dragon is enough to burn out any rising star in the sky through sheer will and horrible vengeance. That is the way of the Demon Brigade as we have shown time and time again. I will be the only member of ours in this tournament, but we will have another dominating night.
“Where you hide waiting to strike we will lure you out and consume. The patience of your attack will be thwarted with our headlong storm of righteousness. Gensai-san will be the first symbol in this ever consuming fire. Then I will take on all challengers no matter what rules are set before me. The challenge is there and I strive to live up to it each and every time. This is an anniversary. This is a sacrifice. This is another chance to prove my worth to the world. This is an everlong battle between the Tiger and the Dragon. This time the Dragon will have the edge because I will represent it. I will burn true and if I have to burn out to take conquer this Tiger’s Festival then so be it. At the end of the day, The Demon Brigade will stand tall once again.
“We have our loyal following, and with each battle we gain more. Their spirit will infuse my fire with the passion to see this through.”
Tokyo relaxes for a moment to control his breathing. He leans forward and speaks softly.
“Never forget that the will of the Zombie is undying. So be you student, newcomer, or stalwart Max Japan fighter, you will not overcome the Dragon’s breath.”
Tokyo leans back, and the circle is miraculously devoid of any ink. It is just a large patch of white.