I am broken from the past and I have lost everything that I ever had. I was phoenix in the day and none could share my path. I was rage, I was fire, I was strength and I was power. I was born in red, white and blue. The colors in my veins, that throbs in my heart for the eternal majesty of the fighting world. I wish to be the man I used to be. When the days were young and the battles were small. When I held the iron fists in my hands, I was a king. All of this happened when I was still a man.

I was broken in two. As hard as I tried, in the end I lost all my pride. I have nothing to gain nor have I anything to lose. I was a broken man that became more broken. I lost and I lost, until I am, but shambles of the man that I was. In days when the greatest ones of all. Back when I was still a man, none would dare face my strength. I was the one true king of fighting world.

I faced the wrath of the mightiest of bears and I have looked into the eyes of demons. I have defeated an ogre once and I have seen so many things. I have stood by my friends and I have on occasion tricked a friend into joining my party. Those were my glory days, before I lost my mind. Those were the days when I still a man.

It is not easy being a fighter, for you get hit in the head so many times. Over and over the blows keep on coming. Do you think George Foreman named all of his sons George, because he was sane? Do you think Muhammad Ali shakes when he speaks because he was always like that? No, I am just like them. I should have retired and become a teacher, but something always happens bring me back to the ring.

I have taken a Hwoarang's roundhouse kick to my scull. I have been dropped on my neck by the great King of Wrestlers. I have received an uppercut to my chin by a middleweight boxing champion. I have even been axe kicked by one of the Mishima's on my forehead. I have received blow after blow to my head until my mind became mere fragments of what it once was.

I have become a shell of a man, a cripple if you please. My friends, the Laws, guard my secret well. They know I am not in my correct mind, so they take care of me. They try to make me a better person and I try my best to thank them, but I only screw up. I always screw up somehow even though I have the best of intentions. I am ashamed at how low I have sunk.

I keep taking shot after shot to my head because my body is now too slow to dodge. What is worse is that I only get slower as my training intensifies. I am not as young as I once used to be. I am not as hot blooded as I used to be. I can felt the tightness creeping upon my joints. I can feel my bones beginning to grow thin. My very muscles are beginning to slacken no matter how much I exercise.

I am beginning to see things with uncertain eyes. Things that should not even exist pass through my mind. Creatures from beyond the stars float in images across my orbs. I don't know what they want, but why can't they just leave me alone. They whisper to me and tell me things in a strange language. Some of them have large green heads while others are more insectoid. I don't know what they want with me.

I go to sleep and they are still there. No one believes in what I see, for they all believe that I am mad, but I know that I am not. Perhaps I am the only one that is sane while everyone else is mad? No that can't be right, for how is that possible? I must be insane. I must be out of my mind. My mind is lost, but how can I find it.

I am sick and tired of everyone laughing at me. I am going to prove to the world who I am. I am going to show everyone that I still have what it takes to win the King of Iron Fists Tournament. I will prove to everyone that none are my equal upon the battlefield. I have defeated Jin Kazama, Kuma the bear, Heihachi, and Ogre. I am a man and they will all learn to respect me. All I have left is my fighting.

With every hit I take, more and more brain cells die. My skull becomes more and more cracked. Overtime there is a chemical imbalance in my head, but I don't really care. If I must train day and night to prove that I am not a loser, then so be it. I must bend my will around my goals and never surrender. I am the phoenix and I shall come back to life once more. Death does not frighten me, for life means nothing without risks.

I speak out to all of you hiding behind your desk that think I am a mad man. I live my life to my maximum potential, so tell me now who is the stupid one? My life is a rush, one after the other. I live at the edge of the void, but I never fall in. I know I can never fall. I am pure and strong.

I shall prove to you all that I can still fly and that I can still reach my goals. My body is old, but my soul is young. I have just as much fire in my belly as any young goat that crosses my way. No one is going to bar me from all that I hold true to myself. I will come thundering down the road like fresh vengeance. None of the Mishimas shall make me waiver from my quest.

I will laugh at the star creatures as I race passed them on my path to victory. They can haunt me all they like, but I am not afraid to fight them. I am not afraid to battle anyone if need be. I will stare my fears in the eye and it shall be the fear that blinks first. Not one creature on the planet or on the universe will ever understand what it means to be me. Not one person on earth will ever see things the way that I see them.

My mind keeps drifting more and more as the day passes on. I begin to see illusions that none could ever dream. I sometimes can't tell reality from fiction because all my thoughts are old and fragile. I can't seem to even recall my own name. I can't even remember who I used to be at times. Then I read a page in my bio and it all comes back. Sometimes I wonder what shall become of me.

Oh no, it is happening again. The sheering headaches that come through me every day run down my mind. Brutal beatings from my past continue to resurface. My memory is falling apart again. Who am I, I seem to have forgotten my name?