Men of Steel

[StrongStyleNightmare]

There are many topics that we could discuss at the moment. Any number of things that could spark a movement within this company if people would just get their heads out of their own asses! But that isn’t why we are here.  

This week me and my good friend Andy have been tasked with harming one of God’s creatures. 

This week we have been asked to kill a G.O.A.T. 

Old school drag out to the back of the barn and take an axe handle to the back of the neck type of thing.  

Something that is done in those extreme cases where you think the animal is sick and you don’t want it to suffer. And I think we can all tell that you are a bit sick Rob and actually me and Andy are doing you a favor. 

But your ego blinds you to that fact so you think that it’s you versus everyone and no one can take you or stop you. Delusions of grandeur that are slowly eating away at your grasp of reality.  

But don’t worry, Rob, Dr. Mason is going to kindly operate on your ego with these scalpels that I call elbows. 

Because all of this, Rob…all of this is enough. The disrespect and distain you have shown for my family is enough. So this rude awakening and reality check is just what the doctor ordered. The question is, will there be anything left of you for Andy to get his revenge on? 

Well there be enough of you left for the ref to call the EMTs for? 

Because once I get into the ring with you…I am going to test all that tough talk that you do. Because just because you hit hard…I know that I can hit just as hard if not harder. I know that I can be just as brutal and as violent as the worse of them and I will gladly share that you, Rob. 

I would gladly show you what a truly violent man can do when you have pushed buttons after buttons after buttons. You’ve been taking your shots, throwing you little one liners thinking that they would be enough armor for when the clash happens!  

But I will take immense pleasure finding and taking apart each and every piece of armor that you will have placed on you for the on coming battle.  

You see, you and everyone else have made such great points. I’ve fallen short of every single chance that I’ve been given. 

Every title that I have reached out before has slipped through my fingers. 

So close yet each time not being able to grab a hold of something. 

I will be thinking about each moment as I throw each elbow shot into the bridge of your nose.  

I will replay each chance as I use these fists to terrorize your ribs.  

And that is what you have waiting for you, Rob. That is the pain that will tear away at your body and soul until the ref calls for the bell. No need to redact anything that I will say or do to you this time around. Because everything is meant to be up front and personal. 

Everything is meant to be straight to the point. 

You see, I won’t double talk you, Rob. I am going to be real in your face about things. I’m not going to mince words about how bad I want to fuck you up. I want to drag your ass all over the arean and pound your face into everything not nailed down.  

And here is the thing that lets me know that you aren’t destined to leave this match with the title. This time around, I don’t mind walking out with the title…just as long as you don’t step one foot out of that ring with the belt. If that means Andy regains the title he lost, so be it. 

As long as you don’t, Rob… 

Anyone but you…Rob… 

And before we go any farther…tell those jackasses in CT that you damn right I said it. Now with that being said, you are destined to lose this fight, Rob. Feel free to start preparing all the excuses that you have in your little bag. 

Talk about how it was the numbers game that did you in and lost you the title. Feel free to say that one on one this would have been a cake walk. 

But as you do that…as you spread those lovely lies, make sure you tell them that for everything that you have said, you still lost the title. 

For all the tough talk and excuses, you will no longer be a champion here at the IWF. You will be nothing more than another body added to the count. Another victim of his own ego, some one that got dealt with and all those other cool bad ass catchphrases people like to use to make a point. But I think that we are far beyond that point, Rob. We can throw the catch phrases out the window. Because at this point, caving your face in, is the only course of action. 

Well, the only course of action that I want to take... 

:: The scene opens to Kyle Mason standing in front of a mirror. He is adjusting the black tie laying against his white shirt. His face a little unshaven as he takes a deep breathe. ::  

This is for you Andy...this is your fight and normally I wouldn't get involved in it. But out of respect for you, I won't go easy. I won't just lay down and let you take the belt. You pushed for me to get my chance...my moment. And as family...it is my job to give you yours. 

:: Mason turns away from the mirror. ::  

So I am going to fight you, tooth and nail, Andy. I am going to put you through Hell, because you should expect nothing less from me. As I would expect nothing less from you.  

:: He grabs the black suit jacket off his bed and heads towards the door. :: 

So i wish you all the luck in the world. Because this week, the brothers go to war.  

:: Mason puts on the jacket and grabs the keys. :: 

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