The camera switches on to reveal Mr. Strange sitting down and painting. The painting cannot be seen in the camera’s angel. The only thing that was certain was the fact that the darkness of the night shrouded everything. His mask is even more difficult to see because of this and only the crimson clothing on could be perfectly made out.

Mr. Strange: Our game was simple Mr. High and Mighty Random Opponent. Either you speak your ways to make me look insignificant or I start off showing you that I want to be the insignificant. It wasn’t till the mid way point of my men’s research till I discovered the upsetting truth about you. In the end you’re just a Bruce Lee and Haven Outlaw wanna be, how very sad.

Mr. Strange sighed as he began to mix a few colors on his pallet for a nice beautiful orange that appeared too glowed in the night.

Mr. Strange: Your so two dimensional that you honestly make me want to cry! I spent all morning contemplating whether or not I even wanted to begin to wasting oxygen talking about you! How ironic considering that I rarely get THIS bored about an opponent so bad that you actually made me lose interest in you! I egg people on to beat me you see? I don’t give a damn on winning or losing because in the end, all you little bastards are to me is just one damn good rush. The drugs don’t work on me anymore. They haven’t for the past 80. Nothing makes you feel more human then a death match. For that short duration your living off based desires of which mankind was formed on since the caveman era. Why bother explaining this to you. To me, your just a sell out.

Mr. Strange begins laughing hysterically as he thinks back on all the things “Street” Wilson has talked about since his own arrival.

Mr. Strange: A poor bastard such as yourself pretending to be what he is not but only looking more like he’s confused then guided by some form of morality or respect from the streets he was born from. Expecting sympathy nonetheless for his public glory hole of a mother getting gun downed along with that piece of meat that know as “the provider of the family.” Boring fucking story that could be found in the same God damn section where you find all those other teen read books next to the “Oh shit I got my girlfriend Pregnant” boo hoo books. Small little reminders of the flaws of the society of which you still choose to live in. HA! Hypocritical in my point of view.

Mr. Strange: I don’t give a damn about your life story let alone any of your previous fights or your karate gimmicks. You honestly make me laugh when you talk about all the “technologically advanced training” you went through or all the karate crap you have learned because you have yet to even mention the most important aspect of it you dimwit. You people refer to it as the Chi. Yes that is right. Mr. Strange, evil genius in the command of a growing empire knows all about the karate styles of which people fight in but I unlike you refuse to use it. It’s not… Animalistic enough for my taste.

Mr. Strange: Let me break down your little karate shenanigans anyhow. Chi is the energy of life and motion. I had to teach myself the right way in which to use Chi. Morons like you believe the one with the strongest Chi/force will win. I have learned to win without touching. All it is, is a matter of redirecting one’s Chi and movements. There is no blocking or dodging but simply accepting and directing it elsewhere like an argument of which you accept what your opponent says but you change, twist, and/or redirect their words and meanings elsewhere to make them feel insignificant and dumb for trying. Karate was one of the first forms of fighting I have learned but then I dropped it. Do you know why? Karate is for the weak. Enough said. You can’t argue with an animal and truth be told, there is no animal stronger and wiser than human. So go ahead and attack me with your “Karate” Grand master of the streets and see what happens in the ring.

Mr. Strange: Hehehe. Every time I go back on what you did I can’t help but laugh at you. Here I am doing more with my life with far more resources then even you. My body hasn’t aged for 80 years. For 80 years I have done unspeakable things. If I have to hear this… Kid come up to me and tell me how bad the streets are… Ha! Do what you like you confused little man. Break as many faces as you want, help as many charities as you please, kill as many celebrities that annoy you, shoot as many cameras as you like, learn as many styles as you want but know this. I have been there, seen worse, and laughed at every blood curdling and bone chilling event since my rebirth 80 years ago. Hahahaha! Consider it an honor to have more revealed about myself to you then anyone before even if it is only because I find you’re damn whining getting on my nerves!