Envision this.. It is you vs. the self proclaimed master. The final show down to see who is. On one side is you, The Legendary yet humble Bruce Lee-roy. You struggle to your feet, body riddled with pain and fatigue. The salty mixture of sweat and blood lays across your palet from countless blows delivered by your adversary. As you stand there on one knee, The infamous Sho-Nuff the Shogun of Harlem grabs your by the scalp of your newly shaved shagg/mullet. His hands glow with the mencing red Aura known as the glow. Through years of practicing kung-fu He has harnessed a power so great that he is able to punch a mans head and pierce the skull without penetrating the skin. Blow after blow your body weakens.

After dragging you to a vat of rusty water he dunks your head in attempting to drown you. Splash, then whipping your head out he says "who is the Master?". Angered by no answer he dunks you a second time holding you under longer. Splash, whips you out again "I said who's the master!?!". No answer...what? Dunking you again, splooosh, and holding you 3x as long. Little does the Shogun know that you begin to come to. They say when faced with death, your instincts grab hold of you. Its either bow or stand, live or die. As you begin to relax your body in the water, you fall into the deepest meditation you have ever had. You begin to flash back to your master telling you that "there is one place you have not yet searched...then and only then will you become the master". All of a sudden Vanity comes to you in a vision and says, "you sure look like a master to me". Then it hits you....