THE MASTER OF COMBAT

-[[The sounds of hand to hand combat are heard. Men groaning from blows received.....others screaming from the torturous pain. The impudent peasants in the stands cheering it all on....]]-

"Not bad......Not bad at all......."

-[[More sounds of pain......suffering. Plus sounds of great strength being exerted to exert great force of attacks.....]]-

"Maybe this will not be as much of a letdown as I anticipated"

-[[The scene comes on and you see the Jay Moreno/Christian Light Match on a wall TV. No...not one of those small flat TVs that go on a wall.....I mean a WALL THAT HAS A TV AS LARGE AS THE WALL BUILT INTO IT!!! The match goes on for another minute that finally shows the thrilling conclusion and Christian Light's Hardcore Title Victory. But then.....THE CURATOR running down and jumping Light from behind. And then Matthew quickly joining the fray......]]-

-[[Man, I already saw this once. Those guys are sick bastards. I'm new to watching this OWC, but this Curator guy has about...well all his damn screws missing]]-

-[[The camera pans to show Krauser, sitting on his throne, rather non-chalantly watching it all and finally commenting.....]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: Typical Americans........gutless.....cowardly.....and always need their friends to help them do their cowardly acts with them. I could crush all their skulls in a half a minute if I chose to.....

-[[Krauser continues watching the show as the scene fades......]]-

-[[Damn dude is livin' LARGE!!!]]-

-[[The sounds of merry music. Children laughing......water splashing.....couples getting rather frisky as you hear the surprised laughs and screams of the girlfriends....so happy so sweet......]]-

-[[The scene comes on to show a elderly British man.....in his 60s I'd say......standing before massive Lake Stroheim. With the Castle Stroheim on its massive bluff in the middle of the lake in the background. You see the tourists enjoying themselves immensely. The Elderly British Man begins speaking......]]-

Nigel Patrick: Yes.....welcome to part 9 of our series of European Royal Families. This week...we shall cover the most feared family that while not known in the minds of the general public, are known all across European and even Asian royal families as the most "dark and demonic force to ever walk the Earth"......The Stroheims......

-[[Ya, let's finally see why Krauser and his family are so damn scary.....]]-

Nigel Patrick: The Stroheims have been linked to all the great political upheavals, riots, and wars through European History. From the fall of the Roman Empire.....to the French Revolution....to the Bolshevik Revolution in Russia...or the Communist Revolution in lamens terms......to the Rise AND Fall of The Nazis here in Germany, of which it is said, the Nazis were only allowed to take power because the Stroheims allowed it.....to even just recently the current unrest in the slavic countries of Albania, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, et cetera. Wherever there has been great chaos.....or great unrest...it is said you can be sure a Stroheim has been there watching it......and laughing at the chaos he or she have created.......

-[[Damn, now THAT's power to screw with people]]-

Nigel Patrick: But The Stroheims are also known for another infamous title. The Stroheim Family are the perfect......YES PERFECT......bodyguards. Even in today's world where governments have their own secret services, top European Royalty hire a Stroheim to be there as in the centuries of service to European Royalty, no assassain has EVER been able to be successful with a Stroheim as a bodyguard. In fact.....many assassains are killed themselves rather unmercifully......

-[[Hehe sweet...bet it costs at least 10 million to hire them though lol]]-

Nigel Patrick: So to say power.....prestige......and FEAR are on the Stroheim Family Coat of Arms......would be an understatement. And the current Earl Of Stroheim......Wolfgang Krauser.....he is the strongest that dreadful line as ever produced. Lightning Fast.....Strength of the Gods.....and a heart colder than the Arctic......

-[[The scene just starts fading away as the old man keeps talking as it fades out]]-

-[[This time, we are in Castle Stroheim. Krauser is walking through the massive halls of his castle and into the main baquet room. Apparently some kind of luncheon is going on. Everyone quickly gets up and bows to the Earl Of Stroheim. He just motions for them to resume their lunch but makes a statement...]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: I shall be leaving in a few days to travel to the United States. I have been challenged...........

-[[Everyone starts laughing as they know whoever was foolish enough to challenge Krauser is a dead man. Krauser just walks off and out a side door as he enters his Japanese room. Well not really a room, it is an actual old style Japanese house actually transported and placed INISDE Castle Stroheim. But not just the house, it has a running brook through the room, trees, a glass ceiling for sunlight of course, trees, animals.....all in all......it was as if Krauser lifted a massive plot of land from Japan and put it inside this "room". He goes inside and sits down as attendants bring him tea. He just sits there in contemplation before finally beginning...]]-

-[[Damn, does it get any better with this guy??]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: It seems I am to play executioner of the OWC......good. I shall enjoy a nice warm-up before I get down to real business. But Rodney Pringle....consider this a ONE time affair. I am not your personal assassain......for free at least. If you wish the continuing of such services, you will have to pay like all those before you. However, working for an American piece of garbage such as yourself, doesn't sound appealing at all...

-[[Man he can talk smack to anyone lol]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: Shawn Hillard......I saw your little monologue earlier. Do not bore me with insignificant details such as the death of your little friend. Those matters mean nothing to me. I only care about the fight. And right now little man...it seems as if I shall just be there to get some entertainment. Because you are nothing but a little flea in my eyes. You may be quick and light, but in the end, I will crush you like I do all others who think they can oppose the Master Of Combat.

-[[Krauser just sits there calmly. He doesn't change facial expression, doesn't even really open his eyes as he keeps them closed while he drinks his tea. The man is as cold as ice.....]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: So tell me little man....Do you really believe you have what it takes to survive a contest with me? If you do.....then I am glad. I know then you will at least amuse me for a few minutes before I decided to end your pathetic existence. You Americans are all alike. Thinking your superiority actually exists. I heard you remark about facing me as a small goal. No little man.....I am THE goal. I am the man many spend their entire lives trying to equal but never come close. I am the man who's power is surpassed by NO ONE. I am not a "small" goal...especially in your case. Because your goal should be to try to survive.

-[[Confidence and Power]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: You are like all typical Americans. Make these great boasts......great claims.....and try to work the sympathy factor. Don't expect any sympathy from me you little worm. I care not that you are wearing the boots of your fallen comrade. In fact, once I defeat you, and send you to the hospital...I think I shall take your friend's boots as a trophy. But as for claiming I have weaknesses......do not fool yourself little boy. I AM perfect. I am the Master of Combat. And you.....like all those before you...shall find out why.

-[[Krauser gets up and leaves the "room". He walks through the castle again, he steps out onto a balcony which gives a beautiful view of Lake Stroheim and the village off in the vicinity. Krauser just lets the wind blow through his hair as he continues...]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: It must be simply disgusting to be from your country Hillard. Corrupt......Cowardly.....and utterly impudent. A mass of detestable peasants swimming around a slime pool they consider the greatest nation in the world. You Americans believe you are so great because of your economic strength......hmph.......strength does not come from money. You and the rest of your peasant class try so hard to work for the "almighty dollar"...letting your bodies waste away. Becoming fat.....lazy.......stupid.....nothing but a bunch of miscreants who should be wiped off the face of the Earth.

-[[Nobody tell him I'm from California]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: But enough about politics......I want to let you know exactly what is your future. I am going to break you in half Hillard. But do not worry.....I know your country is famous for it's medical health problems. If you do not have my vast wealth...you cannot get decent attention. Well you shall not need to worry little one. If you show me suitable entertainment.....if I am amused by your weak and rather futile actions......I will get you the best hospital room available......and do not worry.......you may stay as long as you like. Which should only be as long as the doctors decide to leave your beaten and broken body being kept alive by machines....

-[[Krauser actaully cracks a smile and laughs at this as suddenly, the sound of glass breaking is heard and people screaming as a Spanish Man.....in about his 20s storms onto the balcony. He has the look of hatred in his eyes as he carries a saber in hand. He has long black hair, a typical long mustache like those seen from the old Spanish Swashbucklers from Spain. He is breathing heavily as Krauser just looks at him with a curious and amused smirk.....]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: And what are you supposed to be? Don Quixote? El Cid?

Spanish Man: My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to die!!

-[[That sounds oddly familiar]]-

-[[Krauser just laughs and walks past the man back into the room. It is a wide open room as Krauser walks to the middle and turns around and faces the man]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: A challenge...good. I should enjoy a brisk excercise today to take away the boredom and tranquility. Well come my friend.....let me see your attacks. Try to "keel" me as you put it......

-[[Krauser just stands there as the man rushes at him with the saber. Krauser just stands there as he gets closer and closer and......BAM!!!!!!! Krauser nails a lighting quick backhand sending the man across the room and through a table. Krauser just wraps his arms back and laughs]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: Come now...you've come all this way to fight me. Do not tell me that is all you have......

-[[Must be nice to be as badass as him]]-

-[[Krauser just watches as the man gets up, holding his jaw as he is bleeding from the mouth. He spits out some teeth and staggers up. He holds out the saber again and says]]-

Spanish Man: My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to die!!

Wolfgang Krauser: I have killed men many you myiopic simpleton. What makes your father so different?

-[[This enrages the man as he ferociously lunges at Krauser. Krauser sidesteps a stab attempt and drives a fierce elbow into the man's abdomen. You hear all the air leave the man as he drops to his knees and drops the sword. He is bent over on the floor and begins to cough up blood. Krauser just walks around him with a disgusted look on his face...]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: You are not even a worthy opponent for my servants!!! You are supposed to be a European, yet I think my American opponent next week could put up a better fight than you!! You pathetic peon!! How dare you waste my time with your weak and insignificant attacks!!!

-[[Krauser grabs him by the throat and lifts him up and just holds him as he clutches at Krauser's mighty fist wrapped around his throat...choking the life out of him.....]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: You insufferable pauper......how dare you step into my home with such a weak fighting prowess!!!!

-[[Krauser, with just the one hand around the man's throat....throws him into a nearby piano as the force of the man going through it destroys the piano. Krauser just turns around and looks outside as he continues]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: I hope you are much more capable than that insolent insect my dear Shawn Hillard. For if you are not, I will be even less merciful with you as I was for him. I do not tolerate complete weakness and ineptitude. Do not misunderstand me. All of you Americans are weaklings and nowhere near my class level of fighting. But I will not tolerate pathetic displays as this Spaniard just put on. If you show me the same display I have seen from that miserable wretch, I will not waste time in breaking and snapping every bone in your body. As I will anyways. But I will make sure your beating is especially long and extremely painful so just before you die in the hospital.....you will remember these words being spoken now......and will die with that last thought.......

-[[Damn, he's just all calm about it]]-

-[[Suddenly, you hear a groan, and Krauser turns around to see the Spanish Man barely standing. Bloodied, with one arm apparently broke, and possibly a broken leg but trying to walk on it. He's also clutching his ribs as he limps toward Krauser saying......]]-

Spanish Man: MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA......YOU KEEL MY FATHER.....PREPARE TO DIE!!

-[[Krauser looks amused]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: So there is some fight in you after all. Well come......attack again peasant......

Spanish Man: MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA......YOU KEEL MY FATHER.....PREPARE TO DIE!!

-[[Montoya lunges toward Krauser who nails a devastating kicking to the side of the man's face and sends him flying into the wall as his body sickeningly bounces off of it and onto the floor. You see blood starting to flow from his head....]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: As with all those who are foolish enough to challenge me......I am the victor.......

-[[But Montoya crawls over the Krauser. And starts poduning his fist on Krauser's boot.....weakly saying...]]-

Spanish Man: My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to die!! My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to die!! My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to die!! My name is Inigo Montoya.......you keel my father.....prepare to AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

-[[Krauser drives his boot down into the back of Montoya as he screams in pain as Krauser may have snapped and possibly crushed his vertebrae. Krauser puts his hands around Montoya's head and lifts him up.....OH NO!!!.......THE KRAUSER KRUSHER!!!! Montoya screams as the great pressure on his head is maddening. You see blood just flow from Montoya's nose and ears as he screams out.......and then silence. His body goes limp and Krauser drops him on the floor as a pool of blood forms. Krauser tells his butler to "take care of this rubbish" as he walks back out onto the balcony. He acts as if everything is fine and nothing has happened...]]-

-[[That was brutal]]-

Wolfgang Krauser: Shawn Hillard.....you have seen your future. Like the Spaniard and many others before you...I will crush your skull. And you may pray to your God as much as you wish. You cannot change the inevitable. That I will break you down into nothing but a mesh of broken bone and blood. That you will scream out from the unimaginable pain I shall inflict on you. And that most of all Shawn Hillard........YOU WILL CALL ME MASTER!!!!!!!!!!!

-[[Krauser walks off laughing as the scene fades with the butler having other servants load Montoya onto a stretcher and taking him off the castle grounds so he can get medical attention at the local hospital.]]-

-[[That Shawn Hillard guy is in deep shit. I hope he's ready for this guy. Otherwise this might be a 3 second fight if he chooses it to be]]-