For me, there is no insecurity when in security,
It just renders my art in obscurity, a mixed impurity,
I've intensely trained Judo, now I've mastered the technique,
But a mobile doorman is not what my master intended,
It's my job to be strong; I'm demolishing everything,
All the while coming from a past of knowledge and discipline,
Yet at that time of the week I fight on the street,
In life itself it seems I'm still finding my feet,
At night when I dream, I depict the projection of all of these goals,
And when I wake up in the morning, I'm not even close,
Each night is a nightmare; I always know what's in store,
But now when I open the door I find a small envelope on the floor,
In golden calligraphy, it's an tourny invitation to me,
It's the change that I need which will make me at peace,
I'm the best fighter in the world; I must prove that I exist,
So with an iron first I must rule the Iron Fist,
I don't fight for a living; I'm living to fight,
I walk through to the back where dust sits on my bike,
Walk around, instigate an inspection, checking for flat tires,
Visor down, saddle up and then rev 'till it backfires,
My senses are stained by the scent of the gas as it fumigates,
Hit the highway and drive straight to this international kumite,
I don't wanna contest, that's out of the question, I've gotta be best,
I race through the streets, mimicking the thoughts in my head,
When I arrive, passion and drive is the gate's admission,
Inside, a congregation is waiting with the same ambition,
Amongst the group, an Ogre, a bear and a man with a tiger head,
Arriving then is the host touching down in his private jet,
Dust particles work together to create a haze on the scene,
The plane doors slide open, a soft wind starts erasing the screen,
A silhouette is revealed, it’s one that I knew to hate,
As the cloud was killed, it was shown as Kazuya's face,
The host is one in which in the past I have fought,
The only man every against me to have managed a draw,
My blood turns to acid, but it's a different time from then,
And with he fixtures uncovered, it seems we will fight again,
Our storied lives intertwined and now it unfolds.
We take to an open ring; the crowd are the ropes,
Surrounding the show, I come out with a stuttered sentence,

"We end this now", my eyes cut through him with bloody vengeance,
In tunnel vision I come out swinging, I'm sending him home,
Punches and kicks crunch when they hit, bone connecting with bone,
My time is now, it's one a piece in the final round,
He hits the demon scissors, a tsunami kick and the lights are out,
I awake in a bad state, I'm so adjusted to winning,
Is this the end of Paul Phoenix...or is it just the beginning?