Think like a man of action
Oct 1, 2015 15:43:09 GMT -5
Post by Johnny Karma on Oct 1, 2015 15:43:09 GMT -5
Clouds are forming over the Peeler Community Recreation Center, and we see Shintaro Majima standing in the field beside the stadium as he looks to the sky, deep in thought
There was a moment during my last match where I was described as on of the top performers in Lion's Den, which on the one hand may be accurate - and yet while others pick up one victory after another, I discover a new way to fall short each and every time. Take my last match for one of many example: I could hurt Nest like few could come close to doing, and yet I lacked that one final blow that would have ended the match in my favour... As he speaks, there's a soft rumble of thunder overhead, which Majima doesn't pay much attention to, before he continues - Being able to hurt an opponent is simple, as it involves hitting an opponent with the correct amount of precision and power at the right moment. Anybody can do this, if they were suitably inclined to do so, which is why I task myself not with the task of hitting my opponent hard, but hitting my opponent harder than anybody else on the Lions Den roster can muster. And yet this is what I do, but there is not the transition from hurting an opponent to defeating them.
A couple of drops of rain can be see speckling the concrete near where Majima is stood, yet still he pays this no mind, And now my path towards the elusive taste of victory leads me towards Valcone, a man who understands the pain of defeat and yet his response is different to mine. When I fall short, I resolve to improve upon my performances until things fall into place, while Valcone finds it impossible to look at his own face in the mirror and retreated behind a mask. Majima looks up, noticing that the rain is starting to fall a little heavier now, and the concrete nearby is starting to be painted a darker shade of grey by the raindrops hitting it with increasing regularity, and yet he maintains his stoic demeanour regardless. With his spirit broken, his mind was broken, and now Valcone only wants to lash out, to inflict pain on others in the hope they can feel his pain. Yet for him, he needs to know that I have no interest in feeling his emotional pain - I want to prove to him that the pain he feels inside will be secondary to the pain that I inflict upon him, and he will see that the ugliness he feels inside can be matched by the welts and the bruises that I will leave upon his skin from every strike that I land upon him.
You see, I could be the same as Valcone as I too have reason to feel like a failure, yet I do not dwell on these things as I look to use every setback to light another fire, a fire which drives me forward. While my slow progress means people may say I have lit these fires while using dampened wood, it is better to move forward slowly rather than stand in one place and indulge in your feelings of failure as Valcone has done.
The rain is starting to lash down now, and Majima has noticed - but he merely wipes his wet hair back out of his eyes, and ignores the inconvenience of the rain, The point is that I still have to find that one moment where I can put my opponent down for the victory, a moment which I keep coming close to yet never grasp it with my hands - because at some point I will stop lighting the fires so I can move forward, and instead I will look inward and find myself similar to Valcone, a bitter individual who is defined by their failure. An individual who doesn't want to move forward, but to drag other opponents backwards so they too are trapped in his circle of misery, and this is why I must draw a line between myself and him, a line that can only be drawn by victory.
Majima takes a moment to look to the skies, as rain falls on his face, To me, Valcone represents failure - and for that reason, more than any other, he must be defeated in a decisive manner. Nothing less.
Having finishes his piece, Majima calmly walks away even though he is getting drenched by the rain, knowing he will be soaked either way so there is no need to run for shelter
Word count: 775
There was a moment during my last match where I was described as on of the top performers in Lion's Den, which on the one hand may be accurate - and yet while others pick up one victory after another, I discover a new way to fall short each and every time. Take my last match for one of many example: I could hurt Nest like few could come close to doing, and yet I lacked that one final blow that would have ended the match in my favour... As he speaks, there's a soft rumble of thunder overhead, which Majima doesn't pay much attention to, before he continues - Being able to hurt an opponent is simple, as it involves hitting an opponent with the correct amount of precision and power at the right moment. Anybody can do this, if they were suitably inclined to do so, which is why I task myself not with the task of hitting my opponent hard, but hitting my opponent harder than anybody else on the Lions Den roster can muster. And yet this is what I do, but there is not the transition from hurting an opponent to defeating them.
A couple of drops of rain can be see speckling the concrete near where Majima is stood, yet still he pays this no mind, And now my path towards the elusive taste of victory leads me towards Valcone, a man who understands the pain of defeat and yet his response is different to mine. When I fall short, I resolve to improve upon my performances until things fall into place, while Valcone finds it impossible to look at his own face in the mirror and retreated behind a mask. Majima looks up, noticing that the rain is starting to fall a little heavier now, and the concrete nearby is starting to be painted a darker shade of grey by the raindrops hitting it with increasing regularity, and yet he maintains his stoic demeanour regardless. With his spirit broken, his mind was broken, and now Valcone only wants to lash out, to inflict pain on others in the hope they can feel his pain. Yet for him, he needs to know that I have no interest in feeling his emotional pain - I want to prove to him that the pain he feels inside will be secondary to the pain that I inflict upon him, and he will see that the ugliness he feels inside can be matched by the welts and the bruises that I will leave upon his skin from every strike that I land upon him.
You see, I could be the same as Valcone as I too have reason to feel like a failure, yet I do not dwell on these things as I look to use every setback to light another fire, a fire which drives me forward. While my slow progress means people may say I have lit these fires while using dampened wood, it is better to move forward slowly rather than stand in one place and indulge in your feelings of failure as Valcone has done.
The rain is starting to lash down now, and Majima has noticed - but he merely wipes his wet hair back out of his eyes, and ignores the inconvenience of the rain, The point is that I still have to find that one moment where I can put my opponent down for the victory, a moment which I keep coming close to yet never grasp it with my hands - because at some point I will stop lighting the fires so I can move forward, and instead I will look inward and find myself similar to Valcone, a bitter individual who is defined by their failure. An individual who doesn't want to move forward, but to drag other opponents backwards so they too are trapped in his circle of misery, and this is why I must draw a line between myself and him, a line that can only be drawn by victory.
Majima takes a moment to look to the skies, as rain falls on his face, To me, Valcone represents failure - and for that reason, more than any other, he must be defeated in a decisive manner. Nothing less.
Having finishes his piece, Majima calmly walks away even though he is getting drenched by the rain, knowing he will be soaked either way so there is no need to run for shelter
Word count: 775
