I gave my heart to her and my love upon a silver platter. Then I was struck down and left within the dust. Surely this is pure madness upon pain. I let her come close to my heart, only to have my very spirit ripped out and stomped upon. Michelle, I am sorry that I could not be the man you would want to have. My hands are filthy from working with Kazuya, for I am just a mere shadow of a man, never to be the human being of your desire. The whole world laughs at me and thinks me a fool.
Well I have something to tell everyone in this world, who are you to judge and laugh at me. The pain of having your heart broken is unimaginable. I can be body dropped and hipped tossed a thousand times, but there is no pain like that of being broken by a woman. There is no greater pain than losing your heart to a woman and then having the very fabric of your humanity stomped upon.
I doubt many of you even have the courage that I have. I know that I am not attractive to most women, but at least I have the heart to try. I face the furies everyday, hoping for a miracle, knowing that my chances are slim. I try harder and harder, because I know that a life without love is not a life at all. Everyday I am going to get older, and uglier, but I don't let that hold me back from trying.
Who are you all to laugh upon me? Tell me why I am less than you? Tell me why it is funny that I am to always have my soul stomped upon? Tell me why it is humorous that I feel pain and you do not? How would you feel if someone laughed at you right after you were damaged by the claws of love spurned? Tell me how that makes me less of a man than all of you.
You call my mawashi a diaper and you have no respect for sumotori. You think I am just an old fool now out looking for young love, because of the Julia incident. Well maybe I am old fool, but who are you all to place judgment upon me. All you ever see is the exterior and you never see the man inside. You never see my pain and you never see my sorrow. So tell me in the name of all that is good in this universe, why my failures in life are so humorous to you.
Laugh upon me, ridicule, humiliate me, what business is it of yours? I find it sad that people and human beings can laugh at the suffering of another creature. It is sad and pathetic as well. What kind of human being takes pleasure in another's downfall? It is sadistic, mean and cruel, but what does that matter? The only thing that matters to any of you is getting your cheap laughs.
It is one thing to see another in pain, but another to feel it yourself. When you stand there on that sacrificial alter, ready to bleed your heart out for the one you cherish most in this life, you make a choice of love and pain. For every gain in life, man must take a risk. The higher the pot, the lower you can fall. I have fallen into the dust itself and still I rise up for more.
Well guess what, I shall recover from my pain. I recovered from Michelle and I shall recover from Julia. I may never become Yokozuna, but I have made my own stable within Hawaii. I pass the tradition of sumotori to the American people. I am finally able to gain some shred of honor. A hint of dignity is all that I have, but it is all that I shall ever need. It is all that I have ever wanted within my life.
Love comes and it breaks you apart. It is especially hard when there is no one around to help you pick up the pieces. It is hard when there is no one to help you rise up from your shame and give you back your confidence. It is at times like this that a man needs to get back on his feet with his own inner strength. If only any of you were watching the second King of the Iron Fist Tournament. It was a glorious tournament and I was pitted against the best in the world. In the end I finally got my reward for hard work. I may not have won the tournament, but I gained enough money to open my own stable and become a stablemaster.
I may never reach my dreams of becoming a Yokozuna, but at least in a way I have reclaimed my honor. My own family, my mother, my okami, my stablemates and my stablemaster may have abandoned me for dishonoring the sacred traditions, but I still cling to one last sliver of dignity. In Hawaii I am reborn, no one judges me for my past because I left that in Japan. I can begin anew with a fresh slate and I can determine a fate more honorable than the I had before.
Yes I know that I worked for Kazuya. I was thrown caste out of the dohyo because of my gambling addictions. I had no other choice than to go Kazuya Mishima and accept his offer. I did a terrible deed back then, when I chose to work for Kazuya Mishima. I sold my very soul to the devil himself, literally. Kazuya was a cruel man and cruel employer. I watched him as he did his conniving deeds. I saw him send his men out into the world to destroy what little innocence was left in this world. Kazuya's claws sank deep into every bit of corruption upon earth. His reach went beyond the limits of any normal criminal. Everything from children taking Ecstasy to politicians laundering tax payer money was encompassed in Kazuya's iron grip.
In the end I could take it no more. Before Heihachi could take back his Zaibatsu, I went up to Kazuya and told Kazuya where he could stick his money. I had lost everything I had, but I could take no more. I was still a man and every soul has a chance at redemption. I may be a very shy person that lets others do my talking, but it is never too late to earn back what was once yours. I tell this to all the human beings in this world that have suffered or walked the path of darkness. There is always hope at the end. There is always a chance for a man drowning in a sea of turmoil, to burst out and take what rightfully belongs to him.
I have had enough anguish in my life to last a lifetime, but the world is filled with joy and hope. There is always a chance for rebirth and renewal in this world. There is always a chance that a man may find some sort of forgiveness and inner peace within his own heart. I call out to you that judge me so harshly, to not be cruel to those less fortunate than yourself. Ask your self this one question, if it had been you that were heartbroken, would it be alright for me to laugh at you?