Kyle punches the dummy one more time and the release it from his grip. The dummy falls down to the mat with a thump. He walks up to the ropes of the practice ring and leans on them. He got his mask in his hands.
Kyle: So you are DJ Riot, eh? I've heard about you. Yeah, I almost feel lika a different person when I'm wearing it. It's been with me for a long time. Lot of blood has been spilled over it.
Kyle pauses for a moment, just as if he remember something.
Kyle: You are the one who have a match against Richy aren't you?
DJ Riot stops his kicks for a second, then continuous, even more focused the before.
Kyle: Tough subject, huh? Heh, by the look of those kicks I can imagine that you got some payback to dish out...