*The camera pans around a small backstage area, seemingly empty until the lens catches a background with both the MUSCLE LAND and KAMIKAZE logos dotted across it. Sitting in front of the banner, loosening his wrist tape half-heartedly, is YAMATO, not looking up as he starts to speak.*

"Whenever I earn something, people always ask the same question. 'Why YAMATO? Nan'de mo YAMATO?' Like I was just taken off the street and handed fortune on a platinum platter..."

*He fixates his attention on the camera at last, dark orbs of eyes growing more fiery with each word.*

"I'm not like the other pretty boys that I have to stomach working with. I didn't get to where I am now by having a good face or a nice body, no. I took down everything in my path from the dirt that even worms wouldn't touch, to the tallest reaches of the sky. And only then people want a piece of me, when my feet are firmly planted at the summit of Fuji-sama. But even then they wonder how someone like me could've gotten there, hontou ni!"

*YAMATO whips his curls out his eyes, grinning that devilish grin he so often sports, eyes lighting up.*

"Yasashii ne, it's easy. Chanpion ga ore da, I am a champion. Sore demo, even if it's in my blood people want proof, they want something to comb their hands over and take apart with stares. But I'm not doing this for them, iie. I will show them all tangible proof that I am above them, that they should be lucky to see me with their whoreish eyes that always want more. More to judge, more to study, more to imagine holding in their own two hands. I will be crowned King by whatever schmuck that wants to imagine he's gotta place in this world, like he's almost as good as me. But why? Nan'de mo YAMATO?"

*The former Dream Gate champion laughs so heinously it's almost a cackle, letting his scraggles fall in front of his eyes.*

"Dakara, CHAMPION ga ore da." twisted