Whatever Suits You...

[StrongStyleNightmare]

"You play a good game boy, but the game is finished, now you die."

:: The scene opens to Kyle Mason leaning against the dressing room wall at a nice swimsuit shop. He is wearing Black khakis and a white short sleeved button up shirt. He looks down at his watch, checking the time. Just as he is about to say something he sees the IWF film crew. Mason sighs and turns to the crew. He didn't expect them to be this early. Well, since he is waiting. :: 

I’m wondering what exactly they told you Frank. What exactly was pour into your kool-aid as you regained normal consciousness. Did they tell you that you dominated the match with your superior skill and ability? Did they tell you that you made them proud as you handled the match by yourself? I’m wondering, Frank…what made you think that the attitude that you have shown me in your last promo was warranted? I’m trying to figure out what about our match made you think that you can talk as if you can’t be touched! Because as I go back and re-look through the footage from last week…you didn’t win! You survived. You survived with the help of your family! 

:: Mason tries to stretch a bit but is still feeling the effects of the chair shot to the back he took. :: 

So congrats Brothers Black…both of you were able to take down “The Filthy DRagon”…you were able to stop “The Strong Style Nightmare”. But see here is the fun part of all of this…that should be the eye opener for you, Frankie. That should be the thing that is keeping you up at night. It’s the fact that it took both of you to put me down…and even then you still got the ass whipping of a lifetime. I think your “GOD” realizes that. And against better wishes, you are placed in a match where your good brother…can’t help you out. 

So this time when you are out on your feet and stumbling around for help…there won’t be your big brother to crack me across the back with a steel chair! The only thing you will have…is the same beating that you got last time and this time…no rescue. No distractions waiting to bail you out. This time as your vision slowly fades and the feeling in your body starts to leave you…there is no pause button. And I promise you that this time, when I put your body through Hell…this time when I unload punishment after punishment and break your body down like a block of salt in water…I will not stop until your GOD comes down to the ring and begs me to spare you. And I will look him in the eyes…and break you before him. You see once that bell rings, there is no GOD…just the nightmare that you brought upon yourself. THE NIGHTMARE THAT YOU ASKED FOR!  

:: You can see the anger and rage race across Kyle's face. ::

So I hope that you have all your blessings in order, Frankie. I hope that your brother has given you that nice pep talk. I hope that you are drinking extra servings of the koolaid, because this time around…you will not rise. I will hold your head under and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head. Because now you are pressing your luck, one too many time, Frankie. 

:: The anger and rage slowly give way to a wicked smile as Kyle licks his lips. :: 

You are reaching into the wishing well and hoping to pull out one more miracle. But there are no miracles left for you, Frankie. You have begged and pleaded for GOD’s watchful eyes and this time, he will not be watching or listening to your cries. I promise to show you a world of darkness where no Gods will survive, Frankie. And I will watch you as your cries fall on deaf ears. As you get swallowed up by the hopelessness. 

But you aren’t the only one that I’ll be facing in this match. There is another…another who seems to be plagued by your God as well. Which brings me to the other man that is in this match “The Ace”! See you are the X Factor in this match. A former champion. A technical wrestler of the highest caliber! Now I have no problem with you. And I won’t make up some reason to face you and fight. But I will say this…stay out of my way, because what is coming to Black is something that he has brought upon his self. You want to pin black after I tear him limb from limb…go ahead, I don’t care! But his suffering and pain…is mine and mine alone! The beating that he will get will be at my hands alone. If you can deal with that…then our match can go smoothly. 

:: Kyle is about to say more, but is interrupted by a sweet voice and a hand sticking out of the dressing room curtain holding what Kyle thinks is a bathing suit. :: 

Sunny: Kyle, what about this one!?!

:: Kyle looks the suit up and down before answering. ::

Ok...that isn't bad, sunny. What about the ones that the nice lady helped you with?  

:: Sunny's hand disappears back within the curtain. :: 

Sunny: They show too much of my naughty bits. 

Honey...this isn't that type of store.

:: You can here Sunny in the dressing room throwing a little tantrum as she tries on another suit. Mason slowly shakes his head and continues. :: 

But Ace…if you decide that you want to jump in…if you feel like waiting is beneath you then come and get some. Because I wouldn’t mind finding out who the better wrestler is between us. But I would prefer if we save that for a later date, where we can focus and not be interrupted by those who don’t deserve to be in the same ring as us. But excuse me, Ace…there is a matter I must address before my time is over. Angel…that’s your name isn’t it. You are what Frankie believes is God. The end all and be all on this plane of existing, right? You are the man supplying the tainted kool aid that everyone has been drinking.  

:: Kyle stares a bit at the camera. ::

I try to stay out of business that doesn’t concern me, but you are making it hard to turn a blind eye at you. You want me to kneel at your feet and swear my loyalty to you. You want me to scorch earth the roster and spread your word like a sickness in a third world village. Well I hate to break it to you, “Big G”, but I don’t kneel to anyone. There isn’t a deity on this earth that could make me bow before them…and do you know why, GOD!?!. 

It is because you are right…I am far from a monster. I am much more than that. You see I am more like a force of nature that could swing through and up root everything you got going at this point. 

:: Mason cracks his knuckles. :: 

Now I’m willing to forget what you said and wipe that disrespectful offer from my mind. But your boy, Frankie…he has to learn a lesson. You see…I can’t allow him, in good faith, to run around mouthing off as if he has everything in the bag. So allow me to make you a counter offer.  

:: Mason grins. :: 

You allow me to punish Frankie for his disrespect and we can go our separate ways and stay out of each other’s path. If you can agree to that, this can be a very simple transaction that doesn't have to get too violent. Because you my friend are about to wage a war. And the last thing you want to do in a war is to make an un-needed enemy.  

You see even though I’m a man of violence I still retain my civil tendencies. This is how you want to deal with things, Angel. 

:: Kyle pushes up all the wall. :: 

Because if you choose to make things go differently…  

I promise to introduce you to your own personal Ragnarök…

Trust me… 

:: Kyle cracks a smile and waves for the crew to go away, but he realizes that they are no longer focusing on him. Mason turns around to see what they are staring at and he too is hypnotized. :: 

Sunny: Well what do you think? 

:: Sunny started to look nervous as Mason and the IWF film crew stood silent for a moment. :: 

Amazing…Sunny..just amazing.. 

:: Sunny runs over and gives Kyle a big hug and runs back into the dressing room to get dressed and by the suit. As Kyle starts to recompose himself...he freezes up once again as he hears Sunny say "And wait til you see the bathing suit I'm buying for you!!!". Fade to Black.
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