I Just don't Like You...

[StrongStyleNightmare]

:: The scene opens to a internet wrestling show called “The Straight Shoot”. In the host seat is old school wrestling reporter, Stan Shooter. As the countdown is started Stan gets the cue signal. :: 

Shooter: Welcome fans to “The Straight Shoot”, I’m your host, Stan Shooter. Today we talk about 1/3 of the Union Jack Match happening at IWF’s Bloody Assizes. That 1/3 just happens to be the man known as “Strong Style Nightmare”. One, Kyle Mason, who has hit a rough patch in his past few matches, but still is able to show why he was signed to a contract in the IWF. 

Not much is known from the self pro claim best technical wrestler on the roster, but we here at “The Straight Shoot” have done some research on Mason.. 

:: A picture of Kyle Mason is shown as a young intern slides Stan a folder fill of information. :: 

Shooter: So let’s take a look at that shall we. Let’s take a brief look at what made the man that is standing before us, who seems to be on the edge of what could make or break his career. 

Now Mason’s Mother died while giving birth. Mason’s father died in a botched robbery attempt, leaving Kyle to float in the foster care system. Having been moved from family to family. Mason learned to fend for himself. Fending for himself on the streets is how he ended up back in front of the courts, this time as a criminal. This is where David Mason walks into his life. David was a career MMA Fighter. Though he tend to move around a lot, David was allowed to adopted Kyle. 

:: A photo of David Mason is shown in MMA gear with Kyle as a young kid. :: 

Shooter: From that point, Kyle became David’s little experiment on fight training. Besides being trained in basic military forms, Kyle learned Defendo, Defendu, Kapap, Systema, Savate & Muay Thai. This was David’s attempt into building the perfect all around MMA figther. Unfortunately he never got a chance to see the results of all his work, when Kyle finally old enough to make his own choices decided to leave the field of MMA for the world of Pro wrestling.. 

:: The picture of Kyle leaving his “father”’s training dojo, while David looks on with disgust. :: 

Shooter: From that point, Kyle trained with a former convict turned wrestle ring trainer. It was from him that Kyle learned a fighting style called Jailhouse rock aka 52 blocks. From there he start his American wrestling training under Nick “Ledge” Ledgerwood. From there he linked with another MMA fighter turned wrestler by the name of Thomas Manchester Black. 

Mason traveled the indie circuit with Thomas, learning the ropes of wrestling and wrestling politics. It was actually Thomas who suggested Mason send a tape over to the IWF to see if he can get a spot on the roster. While Mason awaited word from the IWF, he wrestled various indie dates, trying to build his name up. After a few months of waiting the call came…and the rest as we see…is history. 

:: Clips of Mason wrestling his first match in IWF is shown. The scene becomes fuzzy as it blanks out before flipping into a new scene. The new scene has Mason sitting on a park bench in a run down playground. Kyle doesn’t even lift his head as the camera gets close. :: 

You know, when I was younger…I never really got to play on the playground. 

No, while kids were playing catch and basketball, I was working the mat…getting the shit beat out of me by guys double my size. I had so many bumps and bruises, that my schools used to think I was being abuse. But I wasn’t being abuse…my “Father” called it, forging steel through fire. 

I knew how to break a arm joint before I knew how to shoot a jumper. I knew all the nerve endings in the body before I knew all the US presidents. I could shatter a guy’s jaw, before I learned how to kiss. My rewards for lessons learned wasn’t a pat on the back or a trip for ice cream…it was 4 hour training days instead of 8. I didn’t have a real childhood…even before Dad…I was in the streets fighting. Foster homes…fighting. That is how I survived…and that is how I live. And yeah, I’ve been knocked down. I’ve caught my share of ass whippings, but I got up. So that is why, even after a lost or two…I’m back like nothing happened. But I will tell you what…I won’t be the one getting knocked down this week. 

But lets talk about that for a moment, shall we. John Tolly. I personally don't know what you have done to the Front Office...but I think it is time you get them some flowers and a fruit basket. Because for some reason they keep putting you in places you don't belong...like a wrestling ring. I mean, how many times do you have to be put through the ringer before you realize that this my not be your thing. But let me guess...this is gonna be different right? 

:: Mason finally lifts his head up and just looks at the camera. He slowly stands up so you can get a better look at him. His face unshaven…eyes a little bloodshot. He is wearing black boots and tan khakis pants and a Black and White "Sunshine Sparkles" shirt. :: 

This is going to be the match where you prove every one wrong, right? This is where you do what you said that you were going to do the first time we faced, right? Do you know what I think, John? I think you are in way over your head...and this week will go along way in proving that. I just hope you are a wise enough guy to take the hints and learn from them. I hope it doesn't take something a little drastic for you to realize maybe the women's division is better suited for your type of skill and ability. And you know, I was planning on devoting alot of this promo to you, but then I realize that there isn't anything I've said to you that doesn't still ring true.And there isn't anything that I haven't already done to you that won't get done again. 

:: Mason tilts his head a bit, but continues. :: 

So why don't you do us all a favor and sit this one out for a bit. Let me and Judas tussle to see who will be the man with the honor of beating everyone those lovely boxes and save yourself a hospital trip. With that being said, allow me to focus on the man that truly has my full attention this week. You see Judas...I have to take my hat off to you. You got the first win last week. Congrats, you have drawn first blood. But try not to blow smoke up the people's asses and try to make it seem as if you just had an easy time in the match. Do not fool yourself by saying that you didn't have the fight for that win. Because we both know that, that match could of gone any way. But I won't take that win from you. But what I will do...is make sure you pay the price for that win. PPV setting with a chance to get our hands on some weapons...I promise to make sure I get my pound of flesh as payment. 

You know...I really didn't want to say this aloud, because I was ashamed. But you have made it ok, so I guess I will come out and just say it. I hear his voice too, Judas. And he says to do unto others as they would do unto you. He tells me you have yet to turn the other cheek as he once said to the masses. But don't worry, Judas...I will give you your chance to do that. I will give you a chance to prove that your name isn't a smack in his face. But that is assuming, me and you are talking about the same person. But for some reason, Judas...I don't think we are. I honestly think that there is no focus to your little con game. I think you are misery needing company, praying on the weak and directionless. But they don't matter, now do they, Judas? They aren't stepping into the war zone with you. All they can do is watch and hope. But something inside of me...something says there is more to this then you  are letting on. 

:: Mason begins his walk through the playground. :: 

You want to know what I think, Judas? I think you want to martyr yourself. I think you are trying to sacrifice yourself for the cause. And you know what...I am going to help you. I am going to hang you in that ring and make you what you want to be. I'm going to make you a symbol, Judas. One that you will be able to market while you seek to fill the void that wrestling will provide you. You see, by the time it is all over, you time in this sport will be done. And then you can fully spend your time...focusing on the flock. Don't consider this..me trying to beat you or defeat you...think of this as me trying to do what you are trying to do. Think of this as me seeing the light and trying to help you...to save you. Geez...I can't even do that, can I. I guess honesty is the best policy. So allow me to shoot with you Judas. Last week...you were one step ahead...just one. This week, I'm not going to give you that much breathing room. So go and say all the things you want. Get everything off your chest.

Because my only goal in this match is to beat  you until continuing is no longer an option for you. And I will do it for my sinful pride...and for the plain fucking fact...

That I don't like you!!!

:: As Mason continues to talk, you realize this isn't the Kyle Mason you saw last week. This is someone different…someone who’s motives are focused on destroying another human being. :: 

The EMTs won’t be able to help. The medics hired by the company…the trainers…the road agents, no one is gonna want to have anything to do with this. The only thing people are going to do is shake their head at you. And trust me, I won’t need to get the win in order to end this little issue between us. The win isn't important, Judas…it won’t play a part in the grand scheme of things. Heh, you really have no idea what you set in motion. You have no idea about the doors that you have open that you will never be able to close. Well, then allow me at Bloody Assizes to display the hidden monsters that you are "trying" to stop.

To quote a "true" viper.... 

This is not the end… 

It's not the beginning… 

It's not even the beginning of the end… 

Yet..it's the end...of the beginning…