Post by StrongStyleNightmare on Mar 4, 2015 23:59:25 GMT
I am better than this…
I am better then thrashing around in the training grounds while I watch those who aren’t as talented as me prosper. I should be wrestling for a title…defending a championship…but I’m not. I’m stuck here, begging for scrapes.
But it is my fault.
I’m here with a spot, fighting guys who want a spot. Heh, and I wonder why…why am I floundering here in the IWF? Why am I falling where I used to succeed? Why did I go from cracking the ceiling to barely scratching the surface?
:: Kyle looks a bit unshaven as he stares at the camera lens. ::
It makes you wonder…it makes you want to rethink how you go about doing everything. But I have no time to worry about that now. Now, I have to step back into the ring with David Shane and do what it is I do. It is time to either step up and step out and I’m not ready to step out just yet.
So don’t think you are going to have a walk through match, Shane.
:: Mason shakes his head with the look of a wildman. ::
No…as long as I still breathe…I’m going to make sure that it will be a very long night for you. Now that doesn’t mean I’m overlooking you, David…no, I’m looking right at you with some very bad intentions. Because beating you, won’t do it. I have to make an example out of you and leave you a bloody mess in the middle of the ring.
I have to remind people.
I have to show them, that I’m not done...
:: Suddenly the scene flashes back to a young Kyle Mason in his first MMA match. His face a bloody mess. He looks tired and beaten. His trainer is in his corner, looking worried. ::
Trainer: Listen kid. You gave it all that you had. No one is going to be disappointed if you give up. This is your first match against a guy you are way too new to be in the cage with. The fact that you have lasted this long says something…but I think in your best interest...
Kyle: Has the ref called the match over yet?
Trainer: No, but…
Kyle: Then I’m not done…I’m not done yet.
:: The flashback cuts back to Kyle. His demeanor is of one who is tired of it all. Sick and tired og the foolish spot that he has placed himself in. ::
You see David when I first got here…I was something of a big deal. The Indy darling…the shining light among the newest but impressive class of 2014 recruits. I was a familiar face in the top ten list. I could of gone after any title I wanted. But…in the blink of an eye it was all gone, David. It was all gone and I found myself trying to figure out how to get it all back.
But for every step I tried to take forward it seemed as if I would slip 3 steps back. Repeating that cycle until I found myself…chasing myself, like a stupid dog trying to catch its own tail. And I’m sick and tired of it, David...
Every fucking where I turned...
FAILURE…
Chance to win championships…
FAILURE…
2 Chances to pin the Imperial champ…
FAILURE…
Chance to beat Mason St. Criox...
FAILURE…
Every fucking time I step into the ring...
FAILURE…
FAILURE…
FAILURE…
And it shouldn’t be like this, David Shane. I shouldn’t be here…with you…in this match. I shouldn’t be wasting time on the B show while guys who I know are just wasting space are on Sacrifice sinking the joint up. I will not settle for this…I will not settle for this continued disrespect. I am much better than this…MUCH FUCKING BETTER!!!!
:: The scene flashes back to Kyle sitting in his locker room after his first match. His right eye swelled up and his lip busted. Everyone else seems to be buzzing around him, but he doesn’t seem to care or noticed. His Father places his hand on his shoulder in order to offer some words, but all that can be heard is Kyle’s respone. ::
Kyle: I’m better than this….I’m FUCKING BETTER THEN THIS!!!
:: The scene flashes back to the present and Kyle is now pacing the floor at a quickened pace.. ::
This will not be pretty, Shane. I will promise you that. Nothing that I’m about to do to you will be nice.
And it isn’t because I don’t like you.
It isn’t because I despise everything you stand for.
It’s because I can no longer stand around here as if everything is going to fall into place for me. I can’t continue to wait til luck turns itself around and figures that it loves me. So I have to make my own luck…my own move. And if that means doing some very underhanded things that might show me in the wrong light, so be it. If that means that the laundry list of things that I’m willing to do to win get bigger…so be.
Don’t expect a clean break.
Don’t expect me to let go before the five count. Don’t expect me not to dig my elbow into your eye socket, when the ref isn’t looking. I want you to expect to get dropped on your neck more times than a doctor would recommend. I want you to expect the stiff MMA strike that will have very nasty and dirty intentions behind them.
I want you to understand…this isn’t about me not liking you, Shane.
I don’t even know you, David. I don’t know what got you into the sport…what motivates you to compete. I don’t know who trained you or where you have been in your career. I don’t even know about your life outside of this wrestling ring that I call my home. But I know one thing...
This is about sending a message.
A very simple message.
I am not the one to overlook or underestimate. I will go and get my spot back the only way I know how, Shane…and that is by hurting people. bitches who probably vote party line in the deepest of red states and lean way right and probably That is by doing the one thing that has got me through everything in my life…by fighting. Nobody will stop me or keep me down…
And David…
Everything…
Burns…
Well howdy there pardner.