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February 15th, 2018 11:23 P.M.
XXXL - Die Schmiede Gym, Berlin, Germany
A massive hand fills up the screen as we begin. It's slowly pulled back towards the face of Mason Moore. He stays still for a few seconds, just holding his hand up until he brings it into a fist. He lowers it and the camera pulls back a bit more to reveal him sitting inside of a nearly empty gym, wearing a sleeveless NGW Spotlight championship shirt and black workout pants. He brings his hand back in to view and sits there making a fist and then opening his hand back. He does this several times, grimacing slightly as he clenches his fist tight. He opens his hand once more and raises it back towards the camera.
"Ever since I arrived here in Berlin, this hand is all that I have been asked about. I haven't been asked about the Global Cup. I wasn't asked about special plans for Valentine's Day. I wasn't even asked about MY Spotlight title. This hand has been the focus of everything. So one of the big questions... How did I initially damage my hand? Because it was pretty obvious that I came in to that match with Karloff with a bit of an injury already."
He stops and looks down at his hand. He puts some pressure on the center of it with his thumb and forefinger. A slight look of pain comes across his face, but a deep breath is enough for him to block it out.
"I've got to give Martin Karloff credit. Not only was he focused enough to spot the injury, he was smart to exploit it. More then just exploiting it though, it was how he went about doing more damage. He didn't just stomp on my hand repeatedly or smash it in to the ring steps or the post or the turnbuckle. He utilized his go to moves, but modified them in a way that he could do damage to my hand. Beneath all the paint and the lame ass attempts to be scary, there's a sadistic and methodical wrestler. Honestly, that's a lore more unnerving than a guy in face pain watching me bang my girlfriend. So, credit to you Karloff for being able to recognize the injury, exploit it, and come up with some creative ways to attack it. However, I need you to remember two very important things. You did not pin me, you did not make me tap out. You got the win because a doctor made a bullshit decision. If it was up to me, we would still be fighting right now. You have your chance at MY Spotlight title, but whether you win or lose, know that I am coming for it. It doesn't matter to me if it is you or Daisy holding it. Either I prove that she only beat me with help from her husband, or that you only beat me because I came in with an injury. One thing is certain, I am the next one getting a title shot. So Karloff, you better make the most of the opportunity you have. It could be your last."
Mason looks down at the printed Spotlight title on his shirt, then back up as he looks straight and just mouths the word 'Soon'.
"Right now though, the focus shifts. My attention goes to the Global Cup. The only thing that could halt my pursuit of the Spotlight championship. The only thing that can stop me trying to reclaim the belt that I made matter once again. The only thing that could make me feel okay about two other people fighting over my property. Becoming the NGW Heavyweight champion. The ultimate goal. The biggest prize in the company. I went after the Spotlight title because I wanted to prove something. Recording the most defenses of any champion ever and the longest reign with that title, well it proved that I am a man to be taken seriously. Winning the heavyweight title, well that proves that I am THE man to be taken seriously."
Mason nods his head and makes the title belt motion around his waist.
"Standing between myself and that goal, there's fifteen other people. I have to beat four of them to claim the Global Cup, and then I challenge either Kayla Richards or Johnny Maverick. Honestly, I have no preference between the two. Both have their strengths, both have their weaknesses. As far as the quarter finals, semi finals, and finals go, I don't know who will be waiting for me. I have my predictions and I made them very public, but well those don't always work out. I do know who is waiting for me in the first round though. Ill Jill Park will be waiting for me on Sunday night in Frankfurt Germany at the Fraport Arena. Jill Park came in to this company full of fire and promise. She talked a damn big game, tossed out the extremely cliched and overused roid head comments at me, and then she found herself on the losing side of things. Yes, I pinned Alicia Hixx to pick up the win, but just because you weren't the one that got pinned in a triple threat match, it doesn't mean you didn't lose the match. Triple threat match means there is one winner and two losers, not a winner, a loser, and a participant. There's no trophy for being second worst Jill. Only way you get a trophy like the Global Cup, is by winning."
Mason brings his thumbs and forefingers up into a W position then brings them down to form an M.
"Believe me Jill, another W will be coming the way of all double M, well actually I guess it's quadruple M. Muscle Machine, Mason Moore. Yea, quadruple M. Another win against you will be coming my way Jill. I wonder if after that, you will actually talk, or if you'll just continue to be eerily silent. I mean, you talked a lot of shit before, and now you're talking less than Helen Keller. It's an interesting strategy, but it's not gonna work for you. same as you trying to recreate what Karloff did. For one, he's much more technically sound then you, and far more violent. The big reason though, I went in to that match with my hand at maybe fifty percent. I allowed frustration to get the better of me, punched a locker and then ignored the pain while I pushed through my normal workouts. Now though, I've let it heal. I took some time off, I recovered, and while I might not be quite at one hundred percent, my eighty percent is better than almost anyone else's one hundred."
He looks down, lowers his arm, wraps his hand around a fifty pound dumbbell and just pulls it straight up. He brings it to hip level, turns his hand and raises it straight up. He holds the large weight straight out towards the camera, then raises his arm up, bringing the massive amount of metal over his head as everything slowly fades to black.
February 15th, 2018 11:23 P.M.
XXXL - Die Schmiede Gym, Berlin, Germany
A massive hand fills up the screen as we begin. It's slowly pulled back towards the face of Mason Moore. He stays still for a few seconds, just holding his hand up until he brings it into a fist. He lowers it and the camera pulls back a bit more to reveal him sitting inside of a nearly empty gym, wearing a sleeveless NGW Spotlight championship shirt and black workout pants. He brings his hand back in to view and sits there making a fist and then opening his hand back. He does this several times, grimacing slightly as he clenches his fist tight. He opens his hand once more and raises it back towards the camera.
"Ever since I arrived here in Berlin, this hand is all that I have been asked about. I haven't been asked about the Global Cup. I wasn't asked about special plans for Valentine's Day. I wasn't even asked about MY Spotlight title. This hand has been the focus of everything. So one of the big questions... How did I initially damage my hand? Because it was pretty obvious that I came in to that match with Karloff with a bit of an injury already."
He stops and looks down at his hand. He puts some pressure on the center of it with his thumb and forefinger. A slight look of pain comes across his face, but a deep breath is enough for him to block it out.
"I've got to give Martin Karloff credit. Not only was he focused enough to spot the injury, he was smart to exploit it. More then just exploiting it though, it was how he went about doing more damage. He didn't just stomp on my hand repeatedly or smash it in to the ring steps or the post or the turnbuckle. He utilized his go to moves, but modified them in a way that he could do damage to my hand. Beneath all the paint and the lame ass attempts to be scary, there's a sadistic and methodical wrestler. Honestly, that's a lore more unnerving than a guy in face pain watching me bang my girlfriend. So, credit to you Karloff for being able to recognize the injury, exploit it, and come up with some creative ways to attack it. However, I need you to remember two very important things. You did not pin me, you did not make me tap out. You got the win because a doctor made a bullshit decision. If it was up to me, we would still be fighting right now. You have your chance at MY Spotlight title, but whether you win or lose, know that I am coming for it. It doesn't matter to me if it is you or Daisy holding it. Either I prove that she only beat me with help from her husband, or that you only beat me because I came in with an injury. One thing is certain, I am the next one getting a title shot. So Karloff, you better make the most of the opportunity you have. It could be your last."
Mason looks down at the printed Spotlight title on his shirt, then back up as he looks straight and just mouths the word 'Soon'.
"Right now though, the focus shifts. My attention goes to the Global Cup. The only thing that could halt my pursuit of the Spotlight championship. The only thing that can stop me trying to reclaim the belt that I made matter once again. The only thing that could make me feel okay about two other people fighting over my property. Becoming the NGW Heavyweight champion. The ultimate goal. The biggest prize in the company. I went after the Spotlight title because I wanted to prove something. Recording the most defenses of any champion ever and the longest reign with that title, well it proved that I am a man to be taken seriously. Winning the heavyweight title, well that proves that I am THE man to be taken seriously."
Mason nods his head and makes the title belt motion around his waist.
"Standing between myself and that goal, there's fifteen other people. I have to beat four of them to claim the Global Cup, and then I challenge either Kayla Richards or Johnny Maverick. Honestly, I have no preference between the two. Both have their strengths, both have their weaknesses. As far as the quarter finals, semi finals, and finals go, I don't know who will be waiting for me. I have my predictions and I made them very public, but well those don't always work out. I do know who is waiting for me in the first round though. Ill Jill Park will be waiting for me on Sunday night in Frankfurt Germany at the Fraport Arena. Jill Park came in to this company full of fire and promise. She talked a damn big game, tossed out the extremely cliched and overused roid head comments at me, and then she found herself on the losing side of things. Yes, I pinned Alicia Hixx to pick up the win, but just because you weren't the one that got pinned in a triple threat match, it doesn't mean you didn't lose the match. Triple threat match means there is one winner and two losers, not a winner, a loser, and a participant. There's no trophy for being second worst Jill. Only way you get a trophy like the Global Cup, is by winning."
Mason brings his thumbs and forefingers up into a W position then brings them down to form an M.
"Believe me Jill, another W will be coming the way of all double M, well actually I guess it's quadruple M. Muscle Machine, Mason Moore. Yea, quadruple M. Another win against you will be coming my way Jill. I wonder if after that, you will actually talk, or if you'll just continue to be eerily silent. I mean, you talked a lot of shit before, and now you're talking less than Helen Keller. It's an interesting strategy, but it's not gonna work for you. same as you trying to recreate what Karloff did. For one, he's much more technically sound then you, and far more violent. The big reason though, I went in to that match with my hand at maybe fifty percent. I allowed frustration to get the better of me, punched a locker and then ignored the pain while I pushed through my normal workouts. Now though, I've let it heal. I took some time off, I recovered, and while I might not be quite at one hundred percent, my eighty percent is better than almost anyone else's one hundred."
He looks down, lowers his arm, wraps his hand around a fifty pound dumbbell and just pulls it straight up. He brings it to hip level, turns his hand and raises it straight up. He holds the large weight straight out towards the camera, then raises his arm up, bringing the massive amount of metal over his head as everything slowly fades to black.
