Post by StrongStyleNightmare on Nov 29, 2016 5:43:47 GMT
:: Our scene is pretty fucking typical considering its Kyle Mason we are dealing with. It’s a gym, big surprise. He sits up in said gym, with a large water bottle in front of him. He’s in his MMA ring gear, and we can see his Team Tap Out towel next to his bottle. He takes a drink of water and grabs the towel and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He gets up and walks towards the speed bag set up in the corner of the gym. The speed bag is simple mathematics. It’s about hand eye coordination and rhythm. Something that hasn’t been an ally of Mason recently. ::
Really Bobo!?! I toss you a fucking easy lob and that is all you can come with.
:: Mason laughs to keep from tearing his hair out at the way he lost. The lost has bothered Mason for a few days. And to his credit, Mason has tried to come to terms with it. And to an extant he has. ::
That was how you prove that you are better than me. Heh, you know…I was so hyped that I was going to actually see something different from you but what I got is a guy so out of his depth he had to resort to the classic low blow. All that talk and I can sum you up in one word…LAUGHABLE. And believe me…we will have our little chit chat about that soon.
But before I get too deep into why you are trash…I have to talk to someone who I respect. Hey Andrew…it’s been a while hasn’t it? It’s been a while since we stepped into the ring with each other. We used to be brothers in arms. WE used to be a family…apart of Body Count. But that was then…but this is now. And now former brothers now square off in the ring. Now former family get to tear into each other as if we don’t know each other. And don’t think for one minute that I am underestimating you…I know exactly what you are capable of inside that ring. I know exactly what you can do if someone overlooks you.
So I want you to know that I will not make those mistake when I step into the ring with you this week. I’m not going to half ass it…and I am not looking passed you. I’m not looking at the next match or the next title shot. I will be looking you right in the eyes, so you can see exactly what I want to do. Unlike other wrestlers…there will be no low blows or other cheap shots needed.
No, no, no…for you…I will bring my best.
:: Mason runs his hand through his hair before continuing. ::
You know better than anyone that I punch harder…I kick harder.
I don’t throw suplexes to get that cute chant going throughout the crowd.
I throw suplexes with the purposes of hurting whoever is getting thrown.
And that means, no matter how much I respect you and like you…I have to hurt you. That means this week, a person I respect, I must fight as if he is nothing more than another victim. I know you are going to come ready to fight…to go to war. And that’s good…that fucking brilliant. Because I’m ready to claw and bleed inside that ring when it is match time. This is a war of brothers and best believe me…we are still brothers. But let me tell you this…let me introduce you to the thought that is working through my mind. My exact mind frame going into this match.
I am going to take that love and respect and I am going to place them inside a nice little box and that is where they are going to stay until the match is over. Because I can’t do what I need to do if I let love and respect float around. To do what I need to do, I have to introduce to a side of me that has no love…and no respect for you. I have to come ready to hurt you.
:: You can tell Mason doesn’t want to hurt someone he respect. ::
Yeah, I’m not the most impressive dude on the roster, granted. But this week I don’t have to be, right, Andrew? All I have to be is that much more hungrier. That much more violent.
:: The look on Kyle’s face is serious…deadly serious. ::
And after it is all said and done, I will help you up and shake your hand…but during the match. During the match, you are going to hate what I have to become in order to do what I need to do. But that is just the nature of the beast that is this sport. A nature that this week I will embrace.
Pleasant Fucking Dreams...
:: A very vicious look creeps across Mason’s face as we fade to black. ::
Really Bobo!?! I toss you a fucking easy lob and that is all you can come with.
:: Mason laughs to keep from tearing his hair out at the way he lost. The lost has bothered Mason for a few days. And to his credit, Mason has tried to come to terms with it. And to an extant he has. ::
That was how you prove that you are better than me. Heh, you know…I was so hyped that I was going to actually see something different from you but what I got is a guy so out of his depth he had to resort to the classic low blow. All that talk and I can sum you up in one word…LAUGHABLE. And believe me…we will have our little chit chat about that soon.
But before I get too deep into why you are trash…I have to talk to someone who I respect. Hey Andrew…it’s been a while hasn’t it? It’s been a while since we stepped into the ring with each other. We used to be brothers in arms. WE used to be a family…apart of Body Count. But that was then…but this is now. And now former brothers now square off in the ring. Now former family get to tear into each other as if we don’t know each other. And don’t think for one minute that I am underestimating you…I know exactly what you are capable of inside that ring. I know exactly what you can do if someone overlooks you.
So I want you to know that I will not make those mistake when I step into the ring with you this week. I’m not going to half ass it…and I am not looking passed you. I’m not looking at the next match or the next title shot. I will be looking you right in the eyes, so you can see exactly what I want to do. Unlike other wrestlers…there will be no low blows or other cheap shots needed.
No, no, no…for you…I will bring my best.
:: Mason runs his hand through his hair before continuing. ::
You know better than anyone that I punch harder…I kick harder.
I don’t throw suplexes to get that cute chant going throughout the crowd.
I throw suplexes with the purposes of hurting whoever is getting thrown.
And that means, no matter how much I respect you and like you…I have to hurt you. That means this week, a person I respect, I must fight as if he is nothing more than another victim. I know you are going to come ready to fight…to go to war. And that’s good…that fucking brilliant. Because I’m ready to claw and bleed inside that ring when it is match time. This is a war of brothers and best believe me…we are still brothers. But let me tell you this…let me introduce you to the thought that is working through my mind. My exact mind frame going into this match.
I am going to take that love and respect and I am going to place them inside a nice little box and that is where they are going to stay until the match is over. Because I can’t do what I need to do if I let love and respect float around. To do what I need to do, I have to introduce to a side of me that has no love…and no respect for you. I have to come ready to hurt you.
:: You can tell Mason doesn’t want to hurt someone he respect. ::
Yeah, I’m not the most impressive dude on the roster, granted. But this week I don’t have to be, right, Andrew? All I have to be is that much more hungrier. That much more violent.
:: The look on Kyle’s face is serious…deadly serious. ::
And after it is all said and done, I will help you up and shake your hand…but during the match. During the match, you are going to hate what I have to become in order to do what I need to do. But that is just the nature of the beast that is this sport. A nature that this week I will embrace.
Pleasant Fucking Dreams...
:: A very vicious look creeps across Mason’s face as we fade to black. ::
Well howdy there pardner.