Post by StrongStyleNightmare on Jul 1, 2014 18:35:50 GMT
… WHACK …
:: The sound of tempered bamboo hitting flesh echoes through the dojo that is now the setting for this current "promo" you're watching. As things start to come into focus, you see one of the most talked about men in the business, “The Filthy Dragon” aka “Strong Style Nightmare” Kyle Mason. Mason is wearing black MMA shorts with his feet and ankles taped up, Maui Thai style. His forearms and fist are also taped up. He is doing sit ups, while a trainer punished his torso, every time his back touches the ground. ::
Everyone deserve to have a bit of Sunshine in their life, don’t they?
:: As the camera pans in we see the marks on Mason’s body from the strikes. Each strike has vicious aggression behind it…each impact makes Mason do one more sit up. It’s a disturbing focus to see. ::
She is the reason why we are here, right, Lance? This flower that you want to protect from my evil ways. You want to keep her from sharing her “cookies” with someone of my nature. I don’t blame you, Lance…you should want to protect her. You should want to protect her from the bad man that I am.
And if you have been watching, Lance…you understand that I am a very bad man. But even I need balance, Lance. Even I grow tired of the dark and search for a bit of light…a bit of sunshine to brighten my day. And now that I have found her…now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of happiness, you want to take that from me. That is a very bad move, Lance. You are taking a piece of steak from a starving dog. You are trying to take away my light…leaving me in the dark. And I’m not the guy that you want to leave in the dark. Heh, but allow me this week to show you the error of your ways, Lance. Because this week, I will show you what a unhappy Mason is like. You see a unhappy Mason tends to focus on things you really don’t want him to focus on. Things like that pretty little neck of yours, Lance. You see I start to focus on that and come up with these fun little tidbits that I use during my matches. Like do you know that it takes about 16 pounds of pressure to break someone’s neck. That is the same amount of pressure that I can get with my curb stomp. Just think about that…think about how unhinged and deranged someone must be to actually think about that.
:: Kyle finishes his sit ups. His body sore, but he is unwilling to stop. He has never had a piece of happiness to call his own. Never a person to smile at him and let him know that everything is ok. He has finally found that in Sunshine…yet like everything in his life, they want to take it away from him. He must not let that happen. No matter what he must do. No matter what he must put his body through. No matter who he must face. ::
I don’t want to be that person, Lance. But you are making me become that person. I see you as no better then him. A man who doesn’t want to see others happiness. Just his own greedy goals and concerns. You can not deny what is about to happen. You can not stop this, Lance. You can either except this…or get ruined by it. I don’t want to do this, because I know the pain it will cause her. But if you force my hand…if you make me do this and cause her pain. There is nowhere on Hell, Heaven or Earth that you can hide.
TRUST ME…
:: The Dojo medic rushes over and begins to wrap his ribs. Kyle flinches but doesn’t make a sound. He simply stares at the camera as things fade to black. ::