Belakor Posted December 7, 2024 Posted December 7, 2024 *The screen flickers on to a dimly lit locker room. Belakor sits on a bench, head down, hands clasped with a hockey stick propped up on the bench beside him. After a pause, he lifts his head, eyes cold and unblinking.* Belakor: Mo Jae. The great warrior. The noble man. The paragon of honor. *He gave a slight smirk as he shook his head* Belakor: Or so you pretend. Your bows, your rituals it’s all a mask. You’re not respecting your opponents, you’re just feeding your ego. Your honor isn’t about tradition, it’s theater for applause. And in playing the hero, you disrespect the heritage you claim to honor. *He leaned forward, and his voice sharpened.* Belakor: Let me teach you what respect truly means. Three things. Poslouchej dobře.[Listen well.] First: Respect is earned through struggle. You beat me at Riot…. Congratulations. But what you’ll remember is me dropping you onto the mat afterwards. Not your win. The moment the they saw you lying there. Second: Respect doesn’t beg for approval. You need their cheers like oxygen. That’s not respect, that’s závislost. [Addiction.] True respect exists in silence. Third: Respect demands proof. You’ve proven nothing to me. You dance for them like a puppet, using your heritage as a prop. Real warriors don’t bow for applause. *Belakor leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees.* Belakor: You’ve won over the crowd, but I’m not convinced. I implore you to stand across from me again, no masks, no pageantry, blood sweat and truth. *He grabs the hockey stick beside him, tapping it lightly on the floor.* Belakor: And if you’re not ready for that… well, there’s always this… *Standing, he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and stares into the camera.* Belakor: I’m not here to bow. I’m here to test. And Mo Jae… zatím jsi selhal. [So far, you’ve failed.] *The screen cuts to black as the tap of the hockey stick fades into silence.* 3
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