Fall of Olympus...

[StrongStyleNightmare]

I love when other twist past events in order to fit the image that they are trying to shove done the fan’s throats. Yes Kronie walked out with the win after our match…but just barely. I was there, Kron…I saw that look in your eye as you thought that the end was near. I was close enough to hear you whispering under your breathe a prayer for something to save you.  

You want to talk disappoint, Kron…how did you actually win the match then, huh?!? Oh that’s right…you pinned the Gibberg, didn’t you? For all the talk you went after the jobber to get the ring, and do you know why? Do you know why you picked the weak link to capitalize on? Because in your heart of hearts, you knew you couldn’t pin my shoulders to the mat for three second. So you pinned Gib and saved yourself the embarrassment.  

And after watching your little promo, Kron…I can see the bitch in you slip out a bit  

Your skill alone, earned you a bit of respect…but to stand there and say that it drove me off…I know the people can see through that. Hell, anyone with a TV set or internet of have seen through that. The only one who can’t is the same man spewing the nonsense that he is starting to believe, himself. And lies…false truths, Kron are what have brought down many kingdoms and empires. 

And your tag title reign will be no different.  

You seeing anything built on false tells of bravery is destined to fall at the hands of something stronger. While you have had your good run, your fate with them belts aren’t on as stable of ground as you would like to pretend they are, Kron. And when the smoke clears and the dust settles, you will understand that in this sport, luck is only so strong…but fate and skill…they are forever.  

And forever and those belts are something that you will never be able to connect in one sentence after this week. 

As far as your partner goes…anyone who sides with you shares your fate. If he walks on your side then he shall share in the violence that will be given to you in spades.  

Titan…you have been charged with paying for the bounced check your partner is about to write on your behalf. Now the big questions is how will you handle that? How will you deal with the fact that you will no longer be Tag Champions because your partner…your brother has a bad habit of running his mouth too much. Now you have to jump in front of the speeding bullet train that is heading down the track right at you.  

I hope you are ready to jump in front of him to take the bullet…  

I hope you are ready to hear the tons of excuses he is about to drop on you after it is all said and done. I hope you can look past the stuttering and mumbling that will follow all the words of sorry. I hope that you can look him in the eyes with that same brotherly love once you realize that this could of all be avoided. That you could of still been champion. 

But I’ll get back to you about that.  

Allow me to talk to the Union of Jobbers. I get it…I really do, but I want to ask you a question…how long will you put up with being the laughing stocks of this company? How long will you keep being considered outcasts looking from the outside in? Are you not tired of it?  

Aren’t you tired of guys like titan and Kronus who make light of everything you have done to earn a wrestling contract? When will you tire of being a glorified punching bag for everyone on the roster 

When will you rise up? I for one am excited to see if you truly have earned this spot or where you just tossed into the match as a stumbling block for the other teams. I want to see why in God’s name have you been given a chance to win the Championships.  

Are you two just window dressing…sparkling smoke screens meant to throw someone off? I erpsonally will be waiting to be impressed. Waiting to see just what you bring to the table and if it means or will mean something in the end.  

Until then…I hope you are ready.  

:: The scene flashes to Kyle Mason in a back locker room area. Mason is taping up his fist while. Kyle glances over at his father. His father is looking over the training routine for today. ::  

Not the title shot I was expect…but a title shot none the less.   

J. Mason: Gift horses and such, son. Isn’t that what many people would normally say. Heh, now if you have what it takes…you can grab one more brass ring and claim a spot at the head of the dinner table.  

Not the head of the table just yet…but a close enough seat. I personally think that the fix and set up is in. Meand Hawk getting a shot…I can understand that. But Gib and his boy being in the match…it throws me off a bit.  

J. Mason: What about it throws you off?   

Because I can’t place my finger on it. I can’t place my finger on why they are in the match. And that is what throws me off. There is something going on….something that makes me feel very uncomfortable. So I got to make sure I have eyes in the back of my head, because something is up..  

J. Mason:  Something is alway up, kid. The question is will you allow it to make a difference in this match or not. Because that is all that counts, Kyle. Will you allow that little nagging feeling be the thing that keeps you from your first piece of gold. Because I bet you the champs are waiting for you to be tripped up by this whole thing. Because once you trip up...it will be easy for them to take advantage of you. And don't forget...you do have one more piece of business to handle.   

:: Kyle's father pats his son on the shoulder and walks out of the room. Mason sighs...still a bit bugged by this nagging feeling he has. He grabs his towel and is about to leave the to do some more training, but he stops. Mason slowly turns towards the camera. He demeanor is a bit pissed as he begins to speak. ::  

And Warren…oh Warren…it doesn’t matter if you hold the title or not. I want you to know that no matter if you walk out champion or former champion…your ass is mine. I plan on breaking your neck or any limb that I can get my hands on.

It don’t matter if it is inside the ring or in the parking lot…I will break you.  

Don’t think that this Tag Title chance is going to keep me happy.  

I am not happy until I hurt you and leave you a shell of your former self…  

Trust me...