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February 4th, 2018 7:23 A.M.
Colosseum, Rome, Italy
The sun slowly rises over the fabled walls of the Roman Colosseum as a lone figure stands on the grounds. He looks like he could be one of the gladiators of old, his shadow starting to take shape, stretching over the sands. As everything is illuminated, we see the form of Mason Moore come in to view. He stands there looking like a cross between the modern Roman man and one from twenty five hundred years ago. Dark brown leather boots, dark grey dress pants, a long sleeved dark brown shirt that looks to have small studded leather strips down each arm. He kneels down slightly and runs his hand over the sand. He takes a small bit between his fingers, then just lets it fall back down to the earth as he looks up at the camera.
"Amazing what having a small amount of celebrity status can get. Alone here in the middle of one of the most iconic structures in the history of mankind. You see this place and the mind immediately goes to the gladiators of old. Of course most of the images people have of that are just scenes from that movie or that Spartacus show from a few years ago. These days, I guess professional wrestlers and mixed martial artists are the new gladiators. It's part of the reason I wanted to come here. If anything, this place, these sands, they are the very roots of our business. Back in those days, fighting well and winning, you could find yourself rewarded with gold, women, and of course your life. We don't have to fight for our lives anymore, but we damn sure still fight for Gold. Plenty of idiots step into the ring hoping it will help them get women as well."
Mason kind of rolls his eyes as he stands straight up, then turns in a circle, taking in the sheer scope of the structure.
"Things have of course changed a bit since three hundred AD. The audiences are, well in the arena they're probably smaller, but with television the internet, a modern day gladiator can become a Global celebrity. The gold is now handed out in the form of belts rather than money you can hope to use to buy your freedom. The objective though, it's remained the same. WIN. If you win, you advance. If you win you are put in to higher profile matches. If you win, your chances at gold increase. If you win, you can become champion. That's what tonight will be all about for myself and Martin Karloff. Fighting for the opportunity to earn gold. Fighting for the chance to become a champion. Fighting to prove that we are the superior man."
Mason stops, looks straight ahead at the camera and points himself as he mouths the words I AM.
"Now the fact I have to fight you for this opportunity Martin, well that pisses me off. I've already earned a Spotlight title match. Anton Chase, he got a rematch. Trixie, she got like seven. Blair Kivisto got her rematch when she lost it to Trixie and when she lost it to me. Other than Tillman who was stripped of the title and suspended for being a giant asshole, every single previous Spotlight champion has received a rematch for that title after no more than two shows. Tonight, this is supposed to be my rematch. Tonight is supposed to be the night I take the Spotlight title back from that cheating bitch. Tonight is supposed to be the night that that Spotlight title i brought back to prominence. Tonight is supposed to be the night that I take back my property and make that title mean something once again. Instead, she is being handed another easy defense, that title is being devalued and I am being told that I need to earn my rematch?"
Mason just shakes his head in disgust as he pushes up his sleeves slightly and starts pacing the floor of the Colosseum.
"You know what, that's exactly what I'll do. I will go out there and prove that I am the superior wrestler and the superior man. The World will see two great forces claim big wins on Sunday night. See, as much as i can make the gladiator comparisons, there is another sporting event happening on this night that I can compare our fight to. Super Bowl fifty two. Philadelphia Eagles versus New England Patriots. Martin, you have a lot in common with the Eagles. All of your fans are complete trash, you're desperately clinging to a title you won before the name change, even though nobody remembers it. Plus, you've found yourself in a similar situation before. You got on a roll, everyone is hyping you up and thinking you're going to be the guy to topple the powerhouse. The Eagles did that same exact thing twice. They got on a roll, found their way into the Super Bowl, and then they lost. That's the exact same fate awaiting you Martin."
Mason looks straight ahead as the sun is starting to move, making his shadow stretch across the ground, looming like a giant.
"Then there's me, the dominant champion, the dynasty, the one everyone loves to hate on because he's so damn good. Yet, I still have to go in there and beat you to earn what is rightfully mine. As I said though, that is exactly what I will do. Just like the Patriots will undoubtedly smash the Eagles and become the champions once again. I will smash you, smash Daisy, and become the champion once again. If this was a gladiatorial fight or a football game, the end result would be the exact same as it will be in our wrestling match. I will stand tall and the glory will be mine."
Mason does the championship belt motion around his waist, then raises up one arm high in the air, his shadow behind him stretching across the sands and up into the seats of the Colosseum as the scene slowly fades to black.
February 4th, 2018 7:23 A.M.
Colosseum, Rome, Italy
The sun slowly rises over the fabled walls of the Roman Colosseum as a lone figure stands on the grounds. He looks like he could be one of the gladiators of old, his shadow starting to take shape, stretching over the sands. As everything is illuminated, we see the form of Mason Moore come in to view. He stands there looking like a cross between the modern Roman man and one from twenty five hundred years ago. Dark brown leather boots, dark grey dress pants, a long sleeved dark brown shirt that looks to have small studded leather strips down each arm. He kneels down slightly and runs his hand over the sand. He takes a small bit between his fingers, then just lets it fall back down to the earth as he looks up at the camera.
"Amazing what having a small amount of celebrity status can get. Alone here in the middle of one of the most iconic structures in the history of mankind. You see this place and the mind immediately goes to the gladiators of old. Of course most of the images people have of that are just scenes from that movie or that Spartacus show from a few years ago. These days, I guess professional wrestlers and mixed martial artists are the new gladiators. It's part of the reason I wanted to come here. If anything, this place, these sands, they are the very roots of our business. Back in those days, fighting well and winning, you could find yourself rewarded with gold, women, and of course your life. We don't have to fight for our lives anymore, but we damn sure still fight for Gold. Plenty of idiots step into the ring hoping it will help them get women as well."
Mason kind of rolls his eyes as he stands straight up, then turns in a circle, taking in the sheer scope of the structure.
"Things have of course changed a bit since three hundred AD. The audiences are, well in the arena they're probably smaller, but with television the internet, a modern day gladiator can become a Global celebrity. The gold is now handed out in the form of belts rather than money you can hope to use to buy your freedom. The objective though, it's remained the same. WIN. If you win, you advance. If you win you are put in to higher profile matches. If you win, your chances at gold increase. If you win, you can become champion. That's what tonight will be all about for myself and Martin Karloff. Fighting for the opportunity to earn gold. Fighting for the chance to become a champion. Fighting to prove that we are the superior man."
Mason stops, looks straight ahead at the camera and points himself as he mouths the words I AM.
"Now the fact I have to fight you for this opportunity Martin, well that pisses me off. I've already earned a Spotlight title match. Anton Chase, he got a rematch. Trixie, she got like seven. Blair Kivisto got her rematch when she lost it to Trixie and when she lost it to me. Other than Tillman who was stripped of the title and suspended for being a giant asshole, every single previous Spotlight champion has received a rematch for that title after no more than two shows. Tonight, this is supposed to be my rematch. Tonight is supposed to be the night I take the Spotlight title back from that cheating bitch. Tonight is supposed to be the night that that Spotlight title i brought back to prominence. Tonight is supposed to be the night that I take back my property and make that title mean something once again. Instead, she is being handed another easy defense, that title is being devalued and I am being told that I need to earn my rematch?"
Mason just shakes his head in disgust as he pushes up his sleeves slightly and starts pacing the floor of the Colosseum.
"You know what, that's exactly what I'll do. I will go out there and prove that I am the superior wrestler and the superior man. The World will see two great forces claim big wins on Sunday night. See, as much as i can make the gladiator comparisons, there is another sporting event happening on this night that I can compare our fight to. Super Bowl fifty two. Philadelphia Eagles versus New England Patriots. Martin, you have a lot in common with the Eagles. All of your fans are complete trash, you're desperately clinging to a title you won before the name change, even though nobody remembers it. Plus, you've found yourself in a similar situation before. You got on a roll, everyone is hyping you up and thinking you're going to be the guy to topple the powerhouse. The Eagles did that same exact thing twice. They got on a roll, found their way into the Super Bowl, and then they lost. That's the exact same fate awaiting you Martin."
Mason looks straight ahead as the sun is starting to move, making his shadow stretch across the ground, looming like a giant.
"Then there's me, the dominant champion, the dynasty, the one everyone loves to hate on because he's so damn good. Yet, I still have to go in there and beat you to earn what is rightfully mine. As I said though, that is exactly what I will do. Just like the Patriots will undoubtedly smash the Eagles and become the champions once again. I will smash you, smash Daisy, and become the champion once again. If this was a gladiatorial fight or a football game, the end result would be the exact same as it will be in our wrestling match. I will stand tall and the glory will be mine."
Mason does the championship belt motion around his waist, then raises up one arm high in the air, his shadow behind him stretching across the sands and up into the seats of the Colosseum as the scene slowly fades to black.
