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March 29th, 2018 8:27 P.M.
York Hall, London, England
Mason Moore sits in the small backstage area of a local London based wrestling show, having done an appearance and autograph signing earlier in the night for some VIP fans. He's changed out of the NGW athletic pants and Pensacola Chaos tank top he had worn for the appearance and now wore basic black dress pants and hand a sleeveless ref shirt sitting in front of him as he was set to make an appearance as the special ref for the main event. For now though, he had a bit of time and decided to sit his camera in front of him and record some thoughts. He started recording and let his massive frame fill the screen, showing off his muscles a bit as a smirk came across his face.
"Hello ladies and gentleman, especially ladies."
Mason gave a wink towards the camera and kept the arrogant smirk on his face.
"Just a little bit of fun right there before we get in to a serious matter. Juliana DiMaria... this is a woman that seems hell bent on pissing off every member of whatever roster she is part of. It's very telling that the only people in West Coast Genesis or New Generation Wrestling, that actually seem to like her, Chris Marks, the walking talking colostomy bag, and uhm... Crap, I'm forgetting his name right now. He's related to that douchebag Billy Danielson, I remember that much. Whatever his name is, he actually likes Juliana, but I guarantee that's only because she's letting him put his dick inside of her. Even a smart man will overlook a lot of flaws when sex is involved, and something tells me that... Jimmy, that's his name. Something tells me that Jimmy Pridemore is not a smart man. Other than those two people, the one who is having sex with her and the one who wants to have sex with her, she's completely hated. Even the friends that she had regurgitate her written statements, seemed to be doing it only out of pity, or maybe they were paid to do it. Fact still remains, she is hated by almost everyone, everywhere that she goes. I can literally count the number of friends and fans she has, on one hand."
Mason raises up his right hand then brings up one finger, a second finger, a third finger, a fourth finger, and that's it. He looks down at his hand and just rolls his eyes slightly.
"I'll be honest, I didn't hate Juliana at first. Hell I didn't hate her after she talked shit about Ryan Keys and Ruby Lance, two people I consider friends. It annoyed me and I thought she was a bitch, but it certainly didn't make me hate her. I don't even hate her because she's arrogant as hell. I myself am incredibly arrogant, so how could I judge her for that? I don't hate her for using cheap tactics to win some matches. I've done the same before, and well I haven't suffered from her cheap tactics. The moment I went from disliking Juliana DiMaria, to truly hating her, was what she did after losing the West Coast Genesis title. She fought for her chance at the title, talked all about being the face of, and when she did win it, she did everything to help get more eyes on West Coast Genesis. She wasn't nice about how she did it, she wasn't honorable about how she did it, but she did it. I actually had respect for that, because I saw a parallel between her and the West Coast Title, and myself and the Spotlight title. We both fought for our chance and when we won, we made the most of it. The big difference is what we did when losing those titles. Juliana DiMaria, she crapped all over that title. She waived her rematch clause and said that the title was beneath her. That was the moment that made me hate Juliana DiMaria."
Mason stops, shakes his head in disgusts and lets out a sigh.
"We both took our respective titles and raised them to new heights, and then lost them. Me, I screamed and yelled and begged for the rematch that I still haven't received and am damn pissed off about. But you Juliana, you threw it away and pissed on the West Coast Genesis title. That doesn't sit right with me, and that is why I despise you. That is why, even though this is hardly my first choice for a match, I'm looking forward to knocking that empty little head of yours clean off your shoulders. Believe me, I would much rather be on my one hundred and ninety sixth day as champion, about to record my eleventh title defense. I would much rather be getting my rematch for the Spotlight title and ending Daisy's reign and eighty three days and four defenses. I would much rather be facing Alex Jones in the finals of the two thousand and eighteen Global Cup tournament. If I'm being completely honest, I would like to be teaming up with my girlfriend and challenging for the tag team titles or maybe taking on Jaxon Richards to see who the best big man in this company is. Facing you might not be my last choice, but it's hardly my first choice. But, since this is the match that I have, I do plan on making the most of it."
Mason grabs the camera and stands up, he holds it high in the air making sure all of him is in view.
"I want you to look at me Juliana, look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact he hates you. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact that he is not defending for or challenging for the title that he made matter once again. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact he was just knocked out of the two thousand and eighteen Global Cup tournament, costing him a potential shot at the Heavyweight title. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about all the pathetic jokes you have made about him, his girlfriend, and his friends. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact that he is pissed off, determined, and has absolutely nothing to lose. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and ask yourself if you're really confident about this match. Something tells me that that answer will be a resounding NO, but of course you're gonna put on the arrogant facade, make some jokes about steroids, and talk about your title reign, even though to desecrated it when you waived your rematch and said it was beneath you. Look at me, and know that I will feel no remorse if I end your career on Sunday night. That is how much I truly hate you, Juliana."
Mason holds the phone up just stares straight ahead for a few seconds before he ends the recording.
March 29th, 2018 8:27 P.M.
York Hall, London, England
Mason Moore sits in the small backstage area of a local London based wrestling show, having done an appearance and autograph signing earlier in the night for some VIP fans. He's changed out of the NGW athletic pants and Pensacola Chaos tank top he had worn for the appearance and now wore basic black dress pants and hand a sleeveless ref shirt sitting in front of him as he was set to make an appearance as the special ref for the main event. For now though, he had a bit of time and decided to sit his camera in front of him and record some thoughts. He started recording and let his massive frame fill the screen, showing off his muscles a bit as a smirk came across his face.
"Hello ladies and gentleman, especially ladies."
Mason gave a wink towards the camera and kept the arrogant smirk on his face.
"Just a little bit of fun right there before we get in to a serious matter. Juliana DiMaria... this is a woman that seems hell bent on pissing off every member of whatever roster she is part of. It's very telling that the only people in West Coast Genesis or New Generation Wrestling, that actually seem to like her, Chris Marks, the walking talking colostomy bag, and uhm... Crap, I'm forgetting his name right now. He's related to that douchebag Billy Danielson, I remember that much. Whatever his name is, he actually likes Juliana, but I guarantee that's only because she's letting him put his dick inside of her. Even a smart man will overlook a lot of flaws when sex is involved, and something tells me that... Jimmy, that's his name. Something tells me that Jimmy Pridemore is not a smart man. Other than those two people, the one who is having sex with her and the one who wants to have sex with her, she's completely hated. Even the friends that she had regurgitate her written statements, seemed to be doing it only out of pity, or maybe they were paid to do it. Fact still remains, she is hated by almost everyone, everywhere that she goes. I can literally count the number of friends and fans she has, on one hand."
Mason raises up his right hand then brings up one finger, a second finger, a third finger, a fourth finger, and that's it. He looks down at his hand and just rolls his eyes slightly.
"I'll be honest, I didn't hate Juliana at first. Hell I didn't hate her after she talked shit about Ryan Keys and Ruby Lance, two people I consider friends. It annoyed me and I thought she was a bitch, but it certainly didn't make me hate her. I don't even hate her because she's arrogant as hell. I myself am incredibly arrogant, so how could I judge her for that? I don't hate her for using cheap tactics to win some matches. I've done the same before, and well I haven't suffered from her cheap tactics. The moment I went from disliking Juliana DiMaria, to truly hating her, was what she did after losing the West Coast Genesis title. She fought for her chance at the title, talked all about being the face of, and when she did win it, she did everything to help get more eyes on West Coast Genesis. She wasn't nice about how she did it, she wasn't honorable about how she did it, but she did it. I actually had respect for that, because I saw a parallel between her and the West Coast Title, and myself and the Spotlight title. We both fought for our chance and when we won, we made the most of it. The big difference is what we did when losing those titles. Juliana DiMaria, she crapped all over that title. She waived her rematch clause and said that the title was beneath her. That was the moment that made me hate Juliana DiMaria."
Mason stops, shakes his head in disgusts and lets out a sigh.
"We both took our respective titles and raised them to new heights, and then lost them. Me, I screamed and yelled and begged for the rematch that I still haven't received and am damn pissed off about. But you Juliana, you threw it away and pissed on the West Coast Genesis title. That doesn't sit right with me, and that is why I despise you. That is why, even though this is hardly my first choice for a match, I'm looking forward to knocking that empty little head of yours clean off your shoulders. Believe me, I would much rather be on my one hundred and ninety sixth day as champion, about to record my eleventh title defense. I would much rather be getting my rematch for the Spotlight title and ending Daisy's reign and eighty three days and four defenses. I would much rather be facing Alex Jones in the finals of the two thousand and eighteen Global Cup tournament. If I'm being completely honest, I would like to be teaming up with my girlfriend and challenging for the tag team titles or maybe taking on Jaxon Richards to see who the best big man in this company is. Facing you might not be my last choice, but it's hardly my first choice. But, since this is the match that I have, I do plan on making the most of it."
Mason grabs the camera and stands up, he holds it high in the air making sure all of him is in view.
"I want you to look at me Juliana, look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact he hates you. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact that he is not defending for or challenging for the title that he made matter once again. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact he was just knocked out of the two thousand and eighteen Global Cup tournament, costing him a potential shot at the Heavyweight title. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about all the pathetic jokes you have made about him, his girlfriend, and his friends. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and think about the fact that he is pissed off, determined, and has absolutely nothing to lose. Look at the six foot six, two hundred and seventy five pound man you are stepping in to the ring with, and ask yourself if you're really confident about this match. Something tells me that that answer will be a resounding NO, but of course you're gonna put on the arrogant facade, make some jokes about steroids, and talk about your title reign, even though to desecrated it when you waived your rematch and said it was beneath you. Look at me, and know that I will feel no remorse if I end your career on Sunday night. That is how much I truly hate you, Juliana."
Mason holds the phone up just stares straight ahead for a few seconds before he ends the recording.
