A Step Closer to...

[StrongStyleNightmare]

Progress. Not Perfection.

:: 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 one half of the tag team that is set to take on The Brothers Black in a grudge match that has been slowly building in the IWF since the Age of X reveled themselves and slowly took over the wrestling scene. Our topic for today is the man known as “The Filthy DRagon” Kyle Mason. Former MMA stand out star who many said had a great future if he followed in his father's foots steps. He is a former member of the fight team in Japan known as Team No Respect. Many say that it was the time he spent with them training...that is what infected him with the wrestling bug that caused him to leave the family business.

Shooter: But unlike others who shared the dream of being a wrestlers, Mason didn't just go to a school and learn. He used the connections made from his MMA life to travel the world to learn under some of the best in the business to form a style that is completely his own. The dedication to making that style ended up with him learning such arts as Defendo, Defendu, Kapap, Systema, Savate & Muay Thai.

:: A picture of Mason at each of those moments is shown. ::

Shooter: It was this fresh and know style that made him a "internet darling" taking him from company to company, paying dues. But it wasn't until he was in the BOLA '14 that he caught the eyes of a major company...the IWF.

Shooter: And when he signed the contract, he hit the ground running. Cutting through the competition. That was where he meet a woman that showed him a bit of peace in this world of violence that he had become comfortable living in. But that peace was short lived as he watched her get brutalized in front of his eyes at the hands of the Age of X. Ever since then it has been a war for Mason. A war that many have said he has been on the losing end of. But he is focused and he will not stop until he is at the door of the false Kingdom of heave and gets what he wants. But the Brothers Black aren't men you over look. Mason has had his ups and downs with them. And as much as he wants to bring this little dance with them to an end. If he isn't careful...he maybe the one finally facing his own end.

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

Am I supposed to be happy at this point? Should I be excited about this upcoming PPV?

Heh, allow me to help you out with that.

I’m not happy…I’m not excited to be at this upcoming PPV.

Just like I wasn’t excited to be in that steel cage match. And let me tell you why, allow me to open your eyes to the reason why. I haven’t been getting what I want. You see I’ve been knocking at the door of “GOD” for some time now. And every day and every night, I watch others knock on the door and get to go in. And everybody that I have watched walk in…I’ve watched get dragged out. But let me not take up too much time with the set up and get right to the meat and potatoes.

“GOD”, you have gone far beyond crossing lines in order to prove your point. And let me say this from the bottom of my heart. I am truly sorry. I am sorry because I will cut down this run of yours. You see, you really could of added to your legacy. Now, you will become nothing more than a mere footnote to your own ending. YOU will become a moment. A moment that will scar everyone that decided to join your side. And you can continue to throw your toys soldiers at me, but eventually I will break them in ways that you can’t repair. Now, with my normally scheduled “GOD” warning out of the way, let me address the men that I will face this week.

Hello Eddie…hello Frankie. I know I can speak for all of us when I say that I am growing tired of this little dance of ours. At first I didn’t mind tossing either one of you around like rag dolls but our interactions have happen too many times and now all you are doing is getting in my way. And I have a feeling that unless something is done…you will continue to get in my FUCKING WAY!!! And boys, that is something that I am no longer willing to allow to keep happening. Now while walking out with the gold should be enough to get me up and out of the bed and to the show, that isn’t my motivation

:: Mason 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. As a nod to all the comic fans, he wears a special edition “Saint of Killers” shirt. ::

You see I know just beating you two silly, won’t be enough. Just beating you within an inch of your life just won’t do it. So I am going to do something that I should of done a very, very long time ago and that is make sure that one or both of you no longer will have a career by the end of the night. I just want you both to understand that before that bell rings before we start. And you know what is different from all the other times with have faced each other. This time I don’t have to worry about either one of you running in from the crowd and jumping in when the other is about to take a fall. No, no, no…this time you two will be at ring side together. That means when one of you is getting their ass kick, the only one maybe too busy defending himself to bail the other brother out. So it doesn’t matter which one I get my hands on. It doesn’t matter if it’s the baby or the bully…someone is taking a hospital trip.

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

But first to you, Eddie. You must feel pretty good about yourself don’t you. You and your shit stain of a brother just attacking anything that moves. Taking shots at Bob…taking shots at me. But you didn’t get the job done, now did you. To quote Vin Diesel from one of his more cult classic movies…

“You should of ghost me when you had the chance, Johns”

Because trust me when I say this…you won’t get a second chance to correct that mistake. You will pay for the sins you committed attacking me before my match with you and your brother. And I’m going to enjoy watching you scream in pain as I deduct the payments out of your broken body. Maybe it is my fault, Eddie. Maybe I gave you too much rope to hang yourself with. My bad, I should of known you wouldn’t need that much, but I wanted to be careful. I wanted to make sure when the deal was sealed there would be no turning back. And you did exactly what I thought you would do better than I ever expected, Eddie. I thought common sense would kick in and make the save but it didn’t…and now you and Frankie get to see the results of your actions.

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

You know what the problem is, Frankie? You never thought this all the way through. You automatically have yourself walking out at the end of this. You don’t see any other way this can end accept for you to have your hand in the air with the win. That is another one of your mistakes. There are always other options. I’ll help you out though, because I’m in a very good mood. You see, I’m not walking to the match looking for the win. You see to win isn’t a valid option, like I said before. It shouldn’t be on the board. I am walking down that aisle in order to do one thing, Frankie and one thing only. And that is to punish…to punish and cross a line that I won’t be able to turn back from.

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 whole thing. The win isn’t important, boys…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 in order to feed your “GOD”s ego. Well, then allow me at the PPV to display the hidden monsters that you are trying so hard to let out. 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…