Kostoff – Hurt – Mamba

[Now, this week he had the Mamba in the ring. He has been around for a cup of coffee, but he has never really been worth a bag of broken dicks with a broken handle. So he gets to step into the ring against this clown, so now with each passing week he gets another jack wagon thrown at him because, well to get what you want you have to be patient.]

(The scene opens up showing him sitting at the side of a pool with his feet in the water. The sun blazes down on his skin as he looks to the sky with his eyes closed. Soaking in the sun, he grins.)

Kostoff: Well, well that was a bust of a match. I fucked up that match.

Kostoff: But that is the past.

(He gets up from the side of the pool and starts to walk to a table on the deck. Sitting down he takes off his shirt and leans back.)

Kostoff: See, this week I got the Mamba. A guy that has a job here because….well no one really knows I guess.

(He laughs out loud.)

Kostoff: So, what cha say kid? You gonna give me a fight? You gonna go for that shot?

(He laughs to himself.)

Kostoff: Oh Mamba, you are a pathetic little man. You do understand that I am going to fucking hurt you right? You do get that a win right now against you means absolutely nothing to me. Hurting you. Making you scream in pain. Making you bleed. Watching the blood drip out of your body, that is what I am looking for in this match.

Kostoff: You fucking cunt, you are meaningless. You are nothing more than a minor speed bump in my path. You are going to feel pain in a way that you have never before.

(He leans forward and stares into the camera.)

Kostoff: Mamba, this will be your last shot. You are gonna go down and you are going to fucking bleed.

Kostoff: Be ready boy, this is gonna be a painful night for your fucking worthless ass.

Kostoff: See ya in the ring bitch

(He leans back in the chair as the scene drifts to darkness.)