I can hear the whispers…

[StrongStyleNightmare]

“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.” 

:: This is a training warehouse. A specialty training place created by Mason’s father. While other kids were playing in the snow or sun, Kyle was here. Earning bruises and injuries. As the cameras go in deeper, you can hear a TV blasting through the area. As the cameras get closer you can hear the familiar scene being played on repeat. :: 

I can hear the whispers…and I can say the voices never told me lies.   

[Bozo leans down and sticks a grenade in the manager's mouth]  

They believed that the truth is all that is needed to bait the beast. 

[takes off his mask]  

Now it is time for me to do the rest.... 

:: The camera turns to a dark corner and there you find, Kyle Mason. Sitting in the corner, away from any light. His body still a little sore from his lost last week. He seems somewhat calm for a person who just went throughdefeat. As if this is where he should have been all this time. :: 

When doors are closed in your face, you must find another way in. 

:: Kyle slowly stands up from the corner and you can get a better look at him. As if mockingly, he is wearing a NightHawk shirt. His baggy jeans a little worse for wear but wearable. He stretches a bit before putting the scene on pause. :: 

Let me start off by saying…I didn’t want this. I tried to avoid this as much as I could. Because I knew where this would end. I knew that things would go down this path and end at this doorstep. Please do not let my demeanor fool you. I really wish this could have been avoided, because in the long run…in the grand scheme of things, all I’m doing is hurting this company. All I’m doing is taking away someone who is important to another family. Another meal ticket that I’m forced to bring to a halt. 

:: Mason grabs a bottled water and pours it over his head. The water runs down his face. :: 

But you forced my hand, NightHawk. You made sure that this was going to happen. And now…now we are on a crash course that will not end good for you.  

Nothing about this will. This was supposed to be a easy run for you.  

You get your wins and continue on to become a great addition to this company’s singles roster.  

But your actions…your actions have placed you in your current path towards destruction. And look what it will cost you. A lost to me…and a detour on your championship gold quest. And now…now more importantly, it will cost you, your career.  

You remember don’t you?  

Your career.  

The one where it was supposed to take that crazy ride to the top here in IWF. Now…it is destined to falter at the hands of a man that could of helped you. 

Now you have to become something you are not in order to get past me. 

And NightHawk, I don’t think you have what it takes in order to walk out with the shot. You see the problem is, I was cheated of my chance at the Invictus Championship. And then I was avoided and a anger built up inside of me.  

And then your ego…your ego made you think that you needed to be in my path. So if I already didn’t have enough reasons to not like you…you gave me one more.  

Because it seems almost every time I gear up for something, it seems your face is somewhere in the area. But I will not, I will not let you be the roadblock that stops me from getting the gold that I’m thirsting for. You see the title shot and the title is mine, no matter what is on the nameplate bolted to the title.

So that means, one more time I stand at the gates of another title chance with only you in the way. And here is the thing…I was willing to whip your ass for free.   

They have made things so much worse by putting a title shot on the line.   

This is the moment that I’ve talked about and the moment that I want.  

And I moment that I will have.  

So I hope you are ready to go to war. I hope you are prepared for the damage and pain that you will feel, for getting in my way. You see, I will not allow you to live your dream. And I am willing to break your body in order to keep that from happening.  

I’m willing to toss your body around like a rag doll. I am willing to end your career if need be. And it doesn’t matter the lines that have to be crossed. I refuse to end up like you…like others. Stuck in mid card Hell, wondering what it would be like to for one moment, be at the top. 

:: The camera pans down as Mason starts to change his bloody wraps. He hardly flinches as small pieces of flesh leave the tape. :: 

I have grown to have a strong distaste for you. Of always having to be saddled with you in comparisons. Of always having to be matched with you because they think we are the same. We…are far from the same…we are at different levels. You are a bare minimum act. A carbon copy of what people think a hybrid wrestler should be. Of what a technical wrestler should be. And WE both know the truth. WE both know that one on one, you aren’t even a fucking threat. And WE both know, I am not the guy that you should piss off, but you have painted yourself into a corner. Now you have to back up the actions. Now you have to get into that ring and face the monster of your creating. This could have been avoided and different if you just knew your place. You would of flown high if you just stayed away from the sun Icarus. 

:: Mason finishes the new wrap and begins to walk around the dusty warehouse. His new management wanted him to change…but for this one match he will be the gritty guy you remember. :: 

It doesn’t matter what stips were chosen, the outcome is painted to be the same. I will render you…motionless. I will rain upon you with a fury of strikes with the most evil of intentions. You will not survive this confrontation.  

And that isn’t me, the wrestler talking to you…  

That is me and the last bit of human compassion talking to you...  

That is me as a guy who once that bell rings, will show you no quarter. Because I plan on taking my rightful place as Man of Steel Champion. That is the path I’m on, it’s a path that I can’t let anyone get in the middle of, I hope you understand that. At Immortal, I plan to do what I do best.  

Prove people wrong and crave a path towards what will be mine. And in the process… 

Plucking your feathers off, one by one, until you realize that you are nothing more than a shell of a image that you are no longer strong enough to shoulder. 

:: As the scene begins to fade, Mason wonders what fun he will have this week. FADE TO BLACK. ::