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April 13th, 2007, 6:18 P.M.
Moore Family Residence
"Mark, I need this done and I need it done yesterday."
"I understand Frank."
A rather large man with long brown hair kept straight back, and a simple well groomed beard, looked ahead at a smaller but well built man, hair graying on the edges, but still obviously a man not to be trifled with.
"I just wish we could have done this down at the club or at the Jade Jungle."
"Yea, I know you're fond of Lady Chao and her girls."
"They always take care of things, and I don't have any issues when I go to collect."
"They're good, not like fucking Darrell."
Frank slams a fist down on the table and looks up at Mark.
"Three God damn months behind and he has the nerve to tell me we're not doing enough."
"I said I would take care of this Frank. I've never let you down before, have I?"
"No, you've been loyal since your college days."
Mark looks down at the floor, then over to his framed UNLV jersey.
"I know it sucked to throw that game against New Mexico, but you guys still made a bowl and you got the win."
"Yea... And I'll always appreciate you setting me and Karen up with the apartment early on, and being cool with me chasing the NFL dream."
Mark turns as he hears something metal hit the floor. In front of him and Frank is a very large teenager. Short hair, same color as Mark's, and a frame that shows a clear family resemblance.
"Mason, I thought you were gonna be at the gym with your mom and Kendra?"
"I came back a little early. Got a call from that chick Melanie I told you about."
"Oh, well you know Mister Benito."
"Yea, good to see you again sir."
Mason walks over and shakes his hand.
"Good grip you got there kid. You play football like the old man?"
"Naw, he got in to the fitness deal like his mom and sister. Just won an amateur bodybuilding competition last week."
"Nice work champ. I gotta head out. Mark, you'll take care of that thing we talked about, right?"
"First thing in the morning."
Frank nodded, and Mark returned it, then saw him out. Mark closed the door and looked back at Mason.
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that I don't need to ask any questions."
"Smart kid. You know, I think I just figured out the perfect place to take you for your birthday next week. Introduce you to my friend Lady Chao and some of her friends."
Mason's father wrapped an arm around his shoulder and the two headed towards the kitchen.
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June 28th, 2017 7:12 PM.
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore sits back on a small weight bench, He's got it inclined at a forty five degree angle. In each hand he's got a one hundred pound dumbbell. He brings them up over his head and holds them there for ten seconds.
"Fifty."
Mason lowers the dumbbells and sits them down on the floor as he looks up at his phone. He's placed it in camera mode, recording the last bit of his workout.
"For all the people out there saying that all of this"
Mason flexes his arms and holds for a few seconds.
"Isn't natural, that is just a very very small taste of what I do six days a week. It's possible to get like this when you're not lazy. it's possible to get like this when you take things seriously. But that's stupid, right Blair? Why take anything seriously when you can just crack jokes and fall back on tired repetitive bullshit."
Mason shakes his head before he grabs up his water bottle and takes a quick sip.
"Big surprise that you did exactly what I told everyone you would do. You tossed out the same old claims about me and steroids, whined a bit more about something I said over a month ago, and bragged about your win in a fatal four way match where you and the other two people were all gunning for me. Then she went and said some ridiculous crap about me discrediting her. What, because I was rooting for Trixie to beat you? I wonder why I would root for someone that I consider a friend, against someone that spreads false rumors about me and constantly talks crap about me?"
Mason shrugs his shoulders for a second before he wipes a bit of sweat from his brow.
"Blair, I don't like you, I never will. Hell I don't respect you as a human being. I do however have respect for you as a competitor. You knocked Trixie out to get the title back, you successfully defended it against her at the last show. You have won titles in your past, and since you've been forced to go the singles route here in Redemption, you found success. I'm still not taking back my comment about the tag stuff, because my reasoning for saying that was sound. Here's the thing, the reason I believe I'm going to win, isn't because you're not good. No, it's that I believe I am and will be better. Twice now, I have been within seconds of making the Genesis title mine, only to lose out on it because of something out of my control. This time though, there's no slimy asshole managers, there's no other challengers, there's just me, you, the ring, and that title. On Sunday night, I will do everything in my power to take that title from you and put it on my shoulder. I don't care if that means bending a rule or two or ten. Are you willing to do the same/ If you do, you're a complete and total hypocrite and I'll respect you even less, but does that really matter to you? Because for me, the only thing that matters is making that Genesis title mine."
Mason smirks at the camera, picks up one of the dumbbells and starts doing bicep curls before the scene fades.
April 13th, 2007, 6:18 P.M.
Moore Family Residence
"Mark, I need this done and I need it done yesterday."
"I understand Frank."
A rather large man with long brown hair kept straight back, and a simple well groomed beard, looked ahead at a smaller but well built man, hair graying on the edges, but still obviously a man not to be trifled with.
"I just wish we could have done this down at the club or at the Jade Jungle."
"Yea, I know you're fond of Lady Chao and her girls."
"They always take care of things, and I don't have any issues when I go to collect."
"They're good, not like fucking Darrell."
Frank slams a fist down on the table and looks up at Mark.
"Three God damn months behind and he has the nerve to tell me we're not doing enough."
"I said I would take care of this Frank. I've never let you down before, have I?"
"No, you've been loyal since your college days."
Mark looks down at the floor, then over to his framed UNLV jersey.
"I know it sucked to throw that game against New Mexico, but you guys still made a bowl and you got the win."
"Yea... And I'll always appreciate you setting me and Karen up with the apartment early on, and being cool with me chasing the NFL dream."
Mark turns as he hears something metal hit the floor. In front of him and Frank is a very large teenager. Short hair, same color as Mark's, and a frame that shows a clear family resemblance.
"Mason, I thought you were gonna be at the gym with your mom and Kendra?"
"I came back a little early. Got a call from that chick Melanie I told you about."
"Oh, well you know Mister Benito."
"Yea, good to see you again sir."
Mason walks over and shakes his hand.
"Good grip you got there kid. You play football like the old man?"
"Naw, he got in to the fitness deal like his mom and sister. Just won an amateur bodybuilding competition last week."
"Nice work champ. I gotta head out. Mark, you'll take care of that thing we talked about, right?"
"First thing in the morning."
Frank nodded, and Mark returned it, then saw him out. Mark closed the door and looked back at Mason.
"How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that I don't need to ask any questions."
"Smart kid. You know, I think I just figured out the perfect place to take you for your birthday next week. Introduce you to my friend Lady Chao and some of her friends."
Mason's father wrapped an arm around his shoulder and the two headed towards the kitchen.
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June 28th, 2017 7:12 PM.
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore sits back on a small weight bench, He's got it inclined at a forty five degree angle. In each hand he's got a one hundred pound dumbbell. He brings them up over his head and holds them there for ten seconds.
"Fifty."
Mason lowers the dumbbells and sits them down on the floor as he looks up at his phone. He's placed it in camera mode, recording the last bit of his workout.
"For all the people out there saying that all of this"
Mason flexes his arms and holds for a few seconds.
"Isn't natural, that is just a very very small taste of what I do six days a week. It's possible to get like this when you're not lazy. it's possible to get like this when you take things seriously. But that's stupid, right Blair? Why take anything seriously when you can just crack jokes and fall back on tired repetitive bullshit."
Mason shakes his head before he grabs up his water bottle and takes a quick sip.
"Big surprise that you did exactly what I told everyone you would do. You tossed out the same old claims about me and steroids, whined a bit more about something I said over a month ago, and bragged about your win in a fatal four way match where you and the other two people were all gunning for me. Then she went and said some ridiculous crap about me discrediting her. What, because I was rooting for Trixie to beat you? I wonder why I would root for someone that I consider a friend, against someone that spreads false rumors about me and constantly talks crap about me?"
Mason shrugs his shoulders for a second before he wipes a bit of sweat from his brow.
"Blair, I don't like you, I never will. Hell I don't respect you as a human being. I do however have respect for you as a competitor. You knocked Trixie out to get the title back, you successfully defended it against her at the last show. You have won titles in your past, and since you've been forced to go the singles route here in Redemption, you found success. I'm still not taking back my comment about the tag stuff, because my reasoning for saying that was sound. Here's the thing, the reason I believe I'm going to win, isn't because you're not good. No, it's that I believe I am and will be better. Twice now, I have been within seconds of making the Genesis title mine, only to lose out on it because of something out of my control. This time though, there's no slimy asshole managers, there's no other challengers, there's just me, you, the ring, and that title. On Sunday night, I will do everything in my power to take that title from you and put it on my shoulder. I don't care if that means bending a rule or two or ten. Are you willing to do the same/ If you do, you're a complete and total hypocrite and I'll respect you even less, but does that really matter to you? Because for me, the only thing that matters is making that Genesis title mine."
Mason smirks at the camera, picks up one of the dumbbells and starts doing bicep curls before the scene fades.
