Post by StrongStyleNightmare on Jul 27, 2015 22:48:26 GMT
I can hear the people talk, Guernica. I hear the whispers and see the pointing
They ask all the questions. “What happened to you, Kyle?”. “What happened to that beast that used to cut through wrestlers”. Guernica, there was a time where the only thing I was worried about was how I was going to get the blood off my trunks, but that is just how easy everything can get flipped on its head. That’s just how quick you can go from on top of this heap to the bottom with the junk.
I’ve been there twice…FUCKING twice. Each time I’ve seen a clear path back to the top and each time something happens.
I get close enough to the brass ring, just long enough to take that long fall.
I show the war wouds from each fall and each climb back up to the surface. No jokes or cool one liners to follow that up. No tear wrenching event to bond me and the fans. Nothing but the simple fact that I refuse to give in or give up.
Right here is the part that I could throw in that Rocky line.
About how many times you get up after you get hit.
Well after a while you start getting tired of getting hit.
And you feel like you need to do a little more of the hitting.
Voice: FOCUS, Kyle…you’re almost done.
… WHACK …
:: The sound of tempered bamboo hitting flesh echoes through the dojo that is now the setting for this current "promo" you're watching. As things start to come into focus, you see Heir to the throne participant, Kyle Mason. Mason is wearing Black MMA shorts with his feet and ankles taped up, Maui Thai style. His forearms and fist are also taped up. He is doing sit ups, while a trainer punished his torso, every time his back touches the ground. ::
In this world, you must be able to push through the pain. Just as you feel your body about to give…you must push on. You must stay focus when sharp shades of red pains you. You must come to terms with the pain that you feel and move on.
This is the world that I live in…the realm in which I will rule over as king.
Set your eyes on Kyle Mason and realize this is not a match that you can consider easy. Inside the ring with me, it’s pretty much black and white. Snap or Tap.
:: As the camera pans in we see the marks on Mason’s body from the strikes. Each strike has vicious aggression behind it…each impact makes Mason do one more sit up. It’s a disturbing focus to see. ::
Don’t let any of the other wrestlers that I have face fool you. Even in a defeat, I made it feel as if they went throw a world war. Each suplex…each slam. Each strike from kicks to punches. Each move done with the most vicious and violent intent behind it because there is no slow speed for me. Win or lose I leave it all in that ring.
And like it or not, you will remember the pain that I caused.
Now you both are impressive…I’m not that much of a fool that I don’t realize that. And in a perfect world, you would be destined for something great. And if you were facing any other man backed into a corner, you two may have had this in the bag.
But I'm not any other backed in the corner wrestler, I'm a man on a mission and I refuse to be kept down.
And thats why it seems like I just keep hanging for some reason. Why no matter how many times it looks like they are about to throw me out...I do something to make them keep that contract. Always from the jaws of defeat and death...and trust me when I say this.
I am waaaayyy over due for one of those patent miracles.
Which works for me. This setting is made for me…made for my mindstate, made for my rage. It’s proven that just when you are ready to count me out…just when you are ready to give up, I show you way you keep watching. I show you why you they keep me signed.
Now…Jack…Jackie boy, we have done this dance one too many times.
And each time, I see a different you. First time it’s the guy who believed in respect.
The second time it was the asshole who wanted to be the tough ass…which got you the nod.
:: Mason finishes his sit ups. His body sore, but he is unwilling to stop. He represents the violent part of the roster. Which means he himself will spread the Gospel of violence. He himself must not lose a step or his footing or he will tumble. In this sea of violence he must steer his course. No matter what he must do. No matter what he must put his body through. No matter who he must face. ::
I’m am very interested in seeing who I will get this time. I won’t make the same mistake I did before and offer you a hand in respect. And you know why? Because I heard your talk, Jack…I heard that smug confidence in your voice as you continue the trend of disrespecting and underestimating me.
My intent is no longer to win…no this time I am going to teach you a bit of a lesson. A lesson that should benefit you.
I will humble you in the most violent way possible. I well punish for your demeanor.
But the question is…will that mouth of yours be enough.
And will you be able to once again and back up that brazen talk of yours. Because after a well, you will make that one mistake “Mr. Golden Eagle” and when you do, I will be there to shock your system back to reality. I will be there to take advantage of your over checked ego and bring you crashing back down to earth. Because this is what I do in times like these. I pop up out of nowhere and shatter the already determined outcome.
This week the eagle will land…and crash into a vicious knee to the FUCKING face...
:: The Dojo medic rushes over and begins to wrap his ribs. Mason flinches but doesn’t make a sound. He simply stares at the camera as things fade to BLACK... ::
They ask all the questions. “What happened to you, Kyle?”. “What happened to that beast that used to cut through wrestlers”. Guernica, there was a time where the only thing I was worried about was how I was going to get the blood off my trunks, but that is just how easy everything can get flipped on its head. That’s just how quick you can go from on top of this heap to the bottom with the junk.
I’ve been there twice…FUCKING twice. Each time I’ve seen a clear path back to the top and each time something happens.
I get close enough to the brass ring, just long enough to take that long fall.
I show the war wouds from each fall and each climb back up to the surface. No jokes or cool one liners to follow that up. No tear wrenching event to bond me and the fans. Nothing but the simple fact that I refuse to give in or give up.
Right here is the part that I could throw in that Rocky line.
About how many times you get up after you get hit.
Well after a while you start getting tired of getting hit.
And you feel like you need to do a little more of the hitting.
Voice: FOCUS, Kyle…you’re almost done.
… WHACK …
:: The sound of tempered bamboo hitting flesh echoes through the dojo that is now the setting for this current "promo" you're watching. As things start to come into focus, you see Heir to the throne participant, Kyle Mason. Mason is wearing Black MMA shorts with his feet and ankles taped up, Maui Thai style. His forearms and fist are also taped up. He is doing sit ups, while a trainer punished his torso, every time his back touches the ground. ::
In this world, you must be able to push through the pain. Just as you feel your body about to give…you must push on. You must stay focus when sharp shades of red pains you. You must come to terms with the pain that you feel and move on.
This is the world that I live in…the realm in which I will rule over as king.
Set your eyes on Kyle Mason and realize this is not a match that you can consider easy. Inside the ring with me, it’s pretty much black and white. Snap or Tap.
:: As the camera pans in we see the marks on Mason’s body from the strikes. Each strike has vicious aggression behind it…each impact makes Mason do one more sit up. It’s a disturbing focus to see. ::
Don’t let any of the other wrestlers that I have face fool you. Even in a defeat, I made it feel as if they went throw a world war. Each suplex…each slam. Each strike from kicks to punches. Each move done with the most vicious and violent intent behind it because there is no slow speed for me. Win or lose I leave it all in that ring.
And like it or not, you will remember the pain that I caused.
Now you both are impressive…I’m not that much of a fool that I don’t realize that. And in a perfect world, you would be destined for something great. And if you were facing any other man backed into a corner, you two may have had this in the bag.
But I'm not any other backed in the corner wrestler, I'm a man on a mission and I refuse to be kept down.
And thats why it seems like I just keep hanging for some reason. Why no matter how many times it looks like they are about to throw me out...I do something to make them keep that contract. Always from the jaws of defeat and death...and trust me when I say this.
I am waaaayyy over due for one of those patent miracles.
Which works for me. This setting is made for me…made for my mindstate, made for my rage. It’s proven that just when you are ready to count me out…just when you are ready to give up, I show you way you keep watching. I show you why you they keep me signed.
Now…Jack…Jackie boy, we have done this dance one too many times.
And each time, I see a different you. First time it’s the guy who believed in respect.
The second time it was the asshole who wanted to be the tough ass…which got you the nod.
:: Mason finishes his sit ups. His body sore, but he is unwilling to stop. He represents the violent part of the roster. Which means he himself will spread the Gospel of violence. He himself must not lose a step or his footing or he will tumble. In this sea of violence he must steer his course. No matter what he must do. No matter what he must put his body through. No matter who he must face. ::
I’m am very interested in seeing who I will get this time. I won’t make the same mistake I did before and offer you a hand in respect. And you know why? Because I heard your talk, Jack…I heard that smug confidence in your voice as you continue the trend of disrespecting and underestimating me.
My intent is no longer to win…no this time I am going to teach you a bit of a lesson. A lesson that should benefit you.
I will humble you in the most violent way possible. I well punish for your demeanor.
But the question is…will that mouth of yours be enough.
And will you be able to once again and back up that brazen talk of yours. Because after a well, you will make that one mistake “Mr. Golden Eagle” and when you do, I will be there to shock your system back to reality. I will be there to take advantage of your over checked ego and bring you crashing back down to earth. Because this is what I do in times like these. I pop up out of nowhere and shatter the already determined outcome.
This week the eagle will land…and crash into a vicious knee to the FUCKING face...
:: The Dojo medic rushes over and begins to wrap his ribs. Mason flinches but doesn’t make a sound. He simply stares at the camera as things fade to BLACK... ::
Well howdy there pardner.