Post by StrongStyleNightmare on Mar 11, 2015 22:48:32 GMT
:: The scene opens up to Kyle Mason standing in an empty class room. Behind Kyle is a large whiteboard with the words “Today’s Lesson” on it. Mason waves the camera in closer as he begins. ::
Your mind is somewhere else, isn’t it, Mike?
Instead of this match, you are thinking of the two bitches occupying your time.
Which one to make the move on. Which one to build with and which one to keep around for the ride. And if you were facing anyone else, those would be great valid thoughts to have. Problem is, you won’t be in the ring with just anyone. You will be in the ring with me. And I’m not one to enjoy being looked over as if I’m not worth mentioning. As if I’m some sort of after thought.
:: Mason shakes his head. ::
So you know what that means right!?!
That means I must do something to you that will leave you with a bit of a reminder. A reminder that tells you whenever you are in the ring with me, that I take the upmost importance for that time being. So as a word of advice, don’t come into this match thinking that we are going to have ourselves a nice little clinic for the fans.
No, for the disrespect that you are showing me…I plan on making it very clear to you from the beginning of the match that you have made a mistake. See…you are so concerned with who to and who not to fuck…that you have fucked yourself. So I’m going to do my due diligence and help you with your issue by placing you on a little hospital stay. That way the only thing you will have to worry about is the straw used to provide you with the food you will need to eat during your stay.
And just in case you missed the name during the match signing…I’m Kyle Mason. And the only game I’m playing this week is my favorite game and that is “how many times to dump you on your neck” The Deluxe Edition. And the Deluxe edition comes with this neat little “Fuck your feelings” bonus pack that may require the ref to get some help to remove my foot from your ass.
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But seriously Mike…allow me to display the wit and wisdom that you are surely lacking and hoped to have shown in your last promo. Here is where I show you that there are levels to this and your level…is nowhere near mine. Now, do me a favor and look at the board.
:: Kyle points to the board before grabbing a piece of chalk. ::
Double M is the name of the game. I hope you are taking notes…I do normally charge for what I’m about to show you.
Promo…two M’s…hmmmm.
I got it. Here we go. Mike…you are mildly Mediocre. And maybe that is how you got by in all those other feds that people pretend to know in order to be nice to you. But here in the IWF that isn’t going to cut it. Especially when we have the best mediocre talent in the game. You know…guys like Kyle Rodd and Bob Pooler. Heads and shoulders above the level that you are currently at right now. And I’m sure that they are at home watching your promos and feel disgusted that I am disrespecting the word mediocre by associating your name with it.
:: Mason begins to write on the board. ::
“Maybe Moronic”
So I’ve decided that you are Maybe Moronic. That is the only way I can honestly reason why you would think what you are doing will be enough to get by me in a contest of skill. Maybe you thought that you were auditioning for one of those silly romantic comedies, where the guy is in love with two women and can’t make up his mind.
:: Kyle lets out a little chuckle before moving on. ::
But then when I think about it, the script writing would at least be funnier than your current material, so I have to say I can’t validate you with that reason. Maybe you think this is the set for Dumb and Dumber 3 and you are trying to prove you could carry the movie with your own stupidly. Which is stupid itself because no one is funnier than Sir Jim Carrey.
:: Kyle’s look turns very serious for a brief moment. ::
NOBODY!!!!
:: He smiles and winks at the camera and starts to write. ::
Now I think that brings us to our next set of M’s
“Murderous Motive”
I really wanted to use “Bad Intentions” but that didn’t fit with the theme of today’s Promo, so I figure this would be just as good and still get my point across.
See, beating you within an inch of this thing you call a career works for me. I mean, what better feeling is there outside of smashing your face into the canvas. Maybe the sound of you begging the ref to quit while you tap out. Pulling until I hear a joint pop or snap. I mean, people need to see in order to believe, right? This is the day and age where examples mean more than words, right? Then, allow these words to foreshadow the actions that shall follow
I vow to step the madness in its tracks, before it goes and affects the rest of the roster with subpar talents and lackluster promos.
I will smack the madness with a dose of needed sanity and bring its lofty goals back to a more ground set of expectations.
:: Mason writes one more set of words on the board. ::
"Meager Minds"
You see Meager Minds like yours have always found themselves in situations that aren’t meant for them. They tend to get themselves deeply involved in matters that they know nothing about and find it too late to pull themselves away from the wreckage that they become a part of.
Consider me that smack in the face when you get too mouthy about matters you know nothing about.
:: Kyle taps his cheek and winks at the camera. ::
Consider me that kick in the ass when you begin to phone in your effects and disrespect those that have come before you.
Or you can just consider me, “The Strong Style Nightmare” that will keep you awake at night with promises of violence and immense pain.
So consider this a lesson on the house, Mike. One that if you take seriously can change you from being the over sexed buffoon to someone to take seriously. Cause at the end of the night, I’m going to only leave you with two choices…
Tap out…
Or get your ass knocked out…
:: As his last words echo through the air, Kyle flashes back to the second MMA fight he had in his career. 3 Rounds in and Mason was breathing hard. The man he was facing was a bit bigger and made Mason work harder by pushing him into the corner. Mason’s friend and trainer, “Pops” Warren is trying to keep Mason as focused as he can. AS he tries to cool Mason do, “Pops” tries to get Mason back into the fight. ::
“Pops” Warren: You either start fighting or you get your ass knocked out, Mase!!!
What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do out there, Pops. That guy’s fucking takedown defense is a bitch.
“Pops” Warren: Mase, we spent months on this one…the only time he gives you an opening is when he goes for the takedown. But in order for him to do that…you gotta bait him. Which means…
:: Mason shakes his head and finishes Warren’s statement. ::
Which means I may get my damn jaw rearranged as the trade off.
“Pops” Warren: Fuck it, Mase, you can’t get any uglier…
:: Mason sighs as he hears the ref call for the bell to signal the 4th round. Mason nods at “Pops” before standing up and meeting his opponent in the middle of the cage. As soon as the ref gives the nod for the two to fight, the bigger man rushes Kyle pushing him back. Kyle fakes a roundhouse punch, causing the man to duck and rush in with an uppercut. Kyle stumbles back, giving the man the opening he needs to go for a takedown. But it was all for the bait as Kyle sidesteps and lifts his knee with all his might and connects with the man’s jaw…separating him from his senses. Kyle falls back into the cage wall as the ref begins to count at the man on his back…knocked out. Fade to black. ::
Well howdy there pardner.