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May 7th, 2017 9:48 PM
Vero Bistro Moderne, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Mason Moore strolled in to Vero Bistro Moderne, clad in a simple pair of black dress pants, and his Redemption Wrestling steam engine shirt, tucked under a black sport coat that looks like it could rip at the arms at any second. He smiles as he sees his secret admirer and date for the evening, Journey Faye Dayton. She is dressed well, quite a contrast to her usual T-shirts and Jeans. She has taken time to curl her hair and apply makeup for the occasion as well. She stands from her chair and knocks it backwards. Mason smiles and laughs a bit at her clumsiness as he picks up the chair for her.
“Wow, you look fantastic.”
She immediately blushes.
“Thank you... umm you look... dashing too.”
He rights her chair and lets her sit before pushing it in towards the table.
“Thanks. I thought it looked pretty good. Wish it showed off the muscles a little more though.”
Mason smirked as he flexed his arms and the left sleeve of his jacket ripped.
“Crap.”
Mason looks at the ripped sleeve and shakes his head in embarrassment before he sits down in his chair.
“That’s okay, I once ripped a pair of yoga pants in yoga class. It was like they were screaming for release.”
She chuckles. Mason shrugs and takes the jacket off. Luckily the sleeves of his shirt aren’t quite as tight around his massive arms.
“Yea, it’s not right to keep them contained. I mean you wouldn’t put a sheet over the Mona Lisa, would you?”
Mason gives her another smirk and looks down, admiring his own muscles for a bit.
“So yoga huh?”
“That was in my first week. I bought better fitting pants after that.”
“That’s smart. I’m sure if there were any guys in the class, they didn’t mind seeing your pants rip.”
Mason winks at her as he grabs one of the glasses of water.
“I am more worried about the Lesbians.”
She shrugs with a smirk. Mason laughs a little at that as he looks down at the menu for a second.
“Yea, some of them can be a little… intense. One used to work at the same gym as me, it was not good when any hot girls came in and decided to train with her. I had a friend from a strip club I used to work security at, come in. She creeped out a chick who dealt with dudes trying to feel her up on a regular basis.”
Journey shutters.
“Just anyone in general that acts that way gives me the creeps.”
She picks up the menu.
“Do you recommend anything? I have never been here before.”
“This is my first time to. I just tried to find a good date restaurant up here. I see steak, so I’m probably gonna get that.”
Mason looks down at the menu one more time, and nods his head.
“I know it’s weird to get an Italian place, but I like meat.”
“I have been experimenting with a lot of food in my night class. Ooh...”
She stops when she sees something.
“Chicken Piccata... I was told that was yummy. I think I will get that.”
Mason smiles a little as he sees how excited she is. The waiter comes around and they each give him their order.
“So I’ve been wondering something for a little bit. Why me? I mean I can’t blame you at all, but I didn’t think I would really be your type.”
“I dunno, I guess I just sensed there was more to you than your looks. And honestly, I think under all that Hulk is a pre-soldier serum Captain America with a heart of gold.”
She takes a roll from the basket, and grabs a bottle of dark liquid from the table, making a small puddle on the white plate in front of her.
“I don’t know what all that means, but I do like that you see something more than just my incredible muscles. Most people only focus on that and assume that I’m either an idiot, on steroids, or both.”
Mason takes another sip of his water as he watches Journey devour the bread, and pushes the basket towards her.
“So tell me more about you. I know you’re doing the intern thing and you make incredible protein donuts and the best birthday cake I’ve ever had, but that’s about it.”
“Well, since Ms. Dylan was let go, I don't have an intern position. I am trying to find one that will give me the hours I need to graduate. I want to be a producer for a television program. Always was interested in it.”
She mops up the brown liquid with her bread and takes a bite.
“That’s cool. Sucks that you’re not gonna be around as much though.”
Mason takes a sip of his water, then sighs slightly.
“Who’s going to accidentally run into me in catering now?”
Mason smiles and gives her another wink.
“I guess you will have to find another clumsy intern.”
She chuckles.
“Yea, but you’re my favorite one.”
Mason laughs again as he watches her take another piece of bread.
“Alright, what the heck is that that you keep dipping the bread in? It just looks like a puddle of really thin motor oil.”
“Try it, then I will tell you.”
She dips the bread and holds it out to him. He looks skeptical.
“It won't kill you, I promise.”
“I’m very selective about the carbs that I eat.”
Mason puts his hands up a bit, as he looks down at the bread and shakes his head no.
“You don’t get to look like I do, by stuffing a bunch of bread in your mouth.”
She dips her finger in the liquid instead and smiles, holding it out to him.
“I’m carb free. Promise. But don’t bite.”
She smiles and it turns up the corners of her lips.
“Not even a little nibble?”
Mason smiles as their food comes.
“I’m really glad you left me that clue in the last note. This has been fun.”
The waitress sets the food down and Journey wipes her finger off and then picks up a fork. Mason picks up his as well and quickly cuts a large bite of steak. He devours it, the fork the only thing keeping him from looking like a complete caveman.
“Mmmm, good steak, Mason approve.”
She chuckles and takes a bite of her meal.
“So good...”
He notices she has a good appetite.
“That’s a lot of food for such a little girl.”
Mason teases her a little bit, then sits his fork down as he looks at the side of her head, seeming a bit concerned.
“Uhm, you said you’ve never had that before, right?”
“No. Its really good...”
She coughs a little.
“I got a... little tickle in my throat...”
Mason watches as her face starts to swell and she reaches for water but she coughs more and it sputters out of her mouth as her throat starts to constrict.
“Okay, hospital like now.”
Mason pulls her up out of his chair and scoops her up in his arms, running towards the front door, he sees the hostess.
“I need the closest hospital, I think she’s having an allergic reaction.”
The hostess looks around, completely unsure of what to do for a bit, but suddenly a busboy comes running out and jabs a yellow plastic tube in to her leg. Journey coughs a little bit more, but seems like she can finally breathe.
“We keep a couple of epi pens in the back just in case. Closest hospital is about ten blocks.”
“Thank you.”
Mason lets out a sigh of relief as he carries her out to his car, and slides her in to the passenger seat. He closes the door and shakes his head.
“Pretty sure this goes down as the worst first date ever.”
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May 19th, 2017 10:00 PM
Santa Clara Rec Center, San Diego, California
Mason Moore sits in the backstage area of the small indy show he had just completed, his last booking with the company. His title was lost, but a weight was lifted from him as he looked straight ahead with a smirk on his face. He sat there in his black and orange trunks, a simple black towel wrapped around his neck as he took a sip from his one liter water bottle.
"I finally got what I asked for. Gavin Grimes opened his mouth and talked about me and the match. Now I understand the phrase, be careful what you wish for. now Gavin, before you start patting yourself on the back and thinking you crushed me and made me feel stupid with what you said, I want you to know, that's the exact opposite of what happened. The reason I regret wanting you to talk about the match, is because you left me wondering why so many people think you're so fucking special. You left me wondering why so many people are afraid to get in to a war of words with you. You left me wondering how you have ever won any kind of battle of wits."
Mason shakes his head in disgust and sighs slightly as he wipes a bit of sweat from his brow.
"It took you maybe three tweets to go for the over played steroid comments, and only a couple more to assume that I'm nothing more than some mindless mound of muscle. Then to make it so much worse, you actually had the nerve to tell me I wasn't on your level and then say that you weren't underestimating me. That's literally exactly what you did. The more and more you tweeted, the less and less I cared about anything you had to say. I even heard you started up some stupid twitter poll to try and mock me more. Because everyone knows that a twitter poll you put up for your fans to answer, is the end all be all authority on things. Wait wait, no it's a clear sign that you're a little bitch who actually thinks your opinion of me truly matters."
Mason shakes his head once more before he stands up and flexes his right arm.
"This isn't from any kind of chemical enhancement buddy. This is years and years of hard work. This is being in the gym six days a week, two, sometimes even three times. This is careful dieting, portion control and will power. This is why I'm gonna beat you come Sunday. This is more than just brute strength, this is hard work, this is never giving up, this is pushing through pain, suffering and agony."
Mason lowers his arm and takes another sip of his water.
"You've had a lot of success before Gavin, and believe me, I'm not underestimating your ability one bit, I just know that I want this win more than you. I need this win more than you. I have to go out there and prove myself, and there is not a chance I am letting another big opportunity slip through my fingers. I beat you, all those assholes like you who think I'm nothing more than some roided up dumb ass, they're gonna have to take notice. You, Blair, Coda, and everyone else who has done nothing but talk down about me, will eat their God damned words, after I beat you."
Mason stares straight ahead at the camera before he shoves it down to the ground and walks off with the scene fading.
May 7th, 2017 9:48 PM
Vero Bistro Moderne, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Mason Moore strolled in to Vero Bistro Moderne, clad in a simple pair of black dress pants, and his Redemption Wrestling steam engine shirt, tucked under a black sport coat that looks like it could rip at the arms at any second. He smiles as he sees his secret admirer and date for the evening, Journey Faye Dayton. She is dressed well, quite a contrast to her usual T-shirts and Jeans. She has taken time to curl her hair and apply makeup for the occasion as well. She stands from her chair and knocks it backwards. Mason smiles and laughs a bit at her clumsiness as he picks up the chair for her.
“Wow, you look fantastic.”
She immediately blushes.
“Thank you... umm you look... dashing too.”
He rights her chair and lets her sit before pushing it in towards the table.
“Thanks. I thought it looked pretty good. Wish it showed off the muscles a little more though.”
Mason smirked as he flexed his arms and the left sleeve of his jacket ripped.
“Crap.”
Mason looks at the ripped sleeve and shakes his head in embarrassment before he sits down in his chair.
“That’s okay, I once ripped a pair of yoga pants in yoga class. It was like they were screaming for release.”
She chuckles. Mason shrugs and takes the jacket off. Luckily the sleeves of his shirt aren’t quite as tight around his massive arms.
“Yea, it’s not right to keep them contained. I mean you wouldn’t put a sheet over the Mona Lisa, would you?”
Mason gives her another smirk and looks down, admiring his own muscles for a bit.
“So yoga huh?”
“That was in my first week. I bought better fitting pants after that.”
“That’s smart. I’m sure if there were any guys in the class, they didn’t mind seeing your pants rip.”
Mason winks at her as he grabs one of the glasses of water.
“I am more worried about the Lesbians.”
She shrugs with a smirk. Mason laughs a little at that as he looks down at the menu for a second.
“Yea, some of them can be a little… intense. One used to work at the same gym as me, it was not good when any hot girls came in and decided to train with her. I had a friend from a strip club I used to work security at, come in. She creeped out a chick who dealt with dudes trying to feel her up on a regular basis.”
Journey shutters.
“Just anyone in general that acts that way gives me the creeps.”
She picks up the menu.
“Do you recommend anything? I have never been here before.”
“This is my first time to. I just tried to find a good date restaurant up here. I see steak, so I’m probably gonna get that.”
Mason looks down at the menu one more time, and nods his head.
“I know it’s weird to get an Italian place, but I like meat.”
“I have been experimenting with a lot of food in my night class. Ooh...”
She stops when she sees something.
“Chicken Piccata... I was told that was yummy. I think I will get that.”
Mason smiles a little as he sees how excited she is. The waiter comes around and they each give him their order.
“So I’ve been wondering something for a little bit. Why me? I mean I can’t blame you at all, but I didn’t think I would really be your type.”
“I dunno, I guess I just sensed there was more to you than your looks. And honestly, I think under all that Hulk is a pre-soldier serum Captain America with a heart of gold.”
She takes a roll from the basket, and grabs a bottle of dark liquid from the table, making a small puddle on the white plate in front of her.
“I don’t know what all that means, but I do like that you see something more than just my incredible muscles. Most people only focus on that and assume that I’m either an idiot, on steroids, or both.”
Mason takes another sip of his water as he watches Journey devour the bread, and pushes the basket towards her.
“So tell me more about you. I know you’re doing the intern thing and you make incredible protein donuts and the best birthday cake I’ve ever had, but that’s about it.”
“Well, since Ms. Dylan was let go, I don't have an intern position. I am trying to find one that will give me the hours I need to graduate. I want to be a producer for a television program. Always was interested in it.”
She mops up the brown liquid with her bread and takes a bite.
“That’s cool. Sucks that you’re not gonna be around as much though.”
Mason takes a sip of his water, then sighs slightly.
“Who’s going to accidentally run into me in catering now?”
Mason smiles and gives her another wink.
“I guess you will have to find another clumsy intern.”
She chuckles.
“Yea, but you’re my favorite one.”
Mason laughs again as he watches her take another piece of bread.
“Alright, what the heck is that that you keep dipping the bread in? It just looks like a puddle of really thin motor oil.”
“Try it, then I will tell you.”
She dips the bread and holds it out to him. He looks skeptical.
“It won't kill you, I promise.”
“I’m very selective about the carbs that I eat.”
Mason puts his hands up a bit, as he looks down at the bread and shakes his head no.
“You don’t get to look like I do, by stuffing a bunch of bread in your mouth.”
She dips her finger in the liquid instead and smiles, holding it out to him.
“I’m carb free. Promise. But don’t bite.”
She smiles and it turns up the corners of her lips.
“Not even a little nibble?”
Mason smiles as their food comes.
“I’m really glad you left me that clue in the last note. This has been fun.”
The waitress sets the food down and Journey wipes her finger off and then picks up a fork. Mason picks up his as well and quickly cuts a large bite of steak. He devours it, the fork the only thing keeping him from looking like a complete caveman.
“Mmmm, good steak, Mason approve.”
She chuckles and takes a bite of her meal.
“So good...”
He notices she has a good appetite.
“That’s a lot of food for such a little girl.”
Mason teases her a little bit, then sits his fork down as he looks at the side of her head, seeming a bit concerned.
“Uhm, you said you’ve never had that before, right?”
“No. Its really good...”
She coughs a little.
“I got a... little tickle in my throat...”
Mason watches as her face starts to swell and she reaches for water but she coughs more and it sputters out of her mouth as her throat starts to constrict.
“Okay, hospital like now.”
Mason pulls her up out of his chair and scoops her up in his arms, running towards the front door, he sees the hostess.
“I need the closest hospital, I think she’s having an allergic reaction.”
The hostess looks around, completely unsure of what to do for a bit, but suddenly a busboy comes running out and jabs a yellow plastic tube in to her leg. Journey coughs a little bit more, but seems like she can finally breathe.
“We keep a couple of epi pens in the back just in case. Closest hospital is about ten blocks.”
“Thank you.”
Mason lets out a sigh of relief as he carries her out to his car, and slides her in to the passenger seat. He closes the door and shakes his head.
“Pretty sure this goes down as the worst first date ever.”
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May 19th, 2017 10:00 PM
Santa Clara Rec Center, San Diego, California
Mason Moore sits in the backstage area of the small indy show he had just completed, his last booking with the company. His title was lost, but a weight was lifted from him as he looked straight ahead with a smirk on his face. He sat there in his black and orange trunks, a simple black towel wrapped around his neck as he took a sip from his one liter water bottle.
"I finally got what I asked for. Gavin Grimes opened his mouth and talked about me and the match. Now I understand the phrase, be careful what you wish for. now Gavin, before you start patting yourself on the back and thinking you crushed me and made me feel stupid with what you said, I want you to know, that's the exact opposite of what happened. The reason I regret wanting you to talk about the match, is because you left me wondering why so many people think you're so fucking special. You left me wondering why so many people are afraid to get in to a war of words with you. You left me wondering how you have ever won any kind of battle of wits."
Mason shakes his head in disgust and sighs slightly as he wipes a bit of sweat from his brow.
"It took you maybe three tweets to go for the over played steroid comments, and only a couple more to assume that I'm nothing more than some mindless mound of muscle. Then to make it so much worse, you actually had the nerve to tell me I wasn't on your level and then say that you weren't underestimating me. That's literally exactly what you did. The more and more you tweeted, the less and less I cared about anything you had to say. I even heard you started up some stupid twitter poll to try and mock me more. Because everyone knows that a twitter poll you put up for your fans to answer, is the end all be all authority on things. Wait wait, no it's a clear sign that you're a little bitch who actually thinks your opinion of me truly matters."
Mason shakes his head once more before he stands up and flexes his right arm.
"This isn't from any kind of chemical enhancement buddy. This is years and years of hard work. This is being in the gym six days a week, two, sometimes even three times. This is careful dieting, portion control and will power. This is why I'm gonna beat you come Sunday. This is more than just brute strength, this is hard work, this is never giving up, this is pushing through pain, suffering and agony."
Mason lowers his arm and takes another sip of his water.
"You've had a lot of success before Gavin, and believe me, I'm not underestimating your ability one bit, I just know that I want this win more than you. I need this win more than you. I have to go out there and prove myself, and there is not a chance I am letting another big opportunity slip through my fingers. I beat you, all those assholes like you who think I'm nothing more than some roided up dumb ass, they're gonna have to take notice. You, Blair, Coda, and everyone else who has done nothing but talk down about me, will eat their God damned words, after I beat you."
Mason stares straight ahead at the camera before he shoves it down to the ground and walks off with the scene fading.
