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May 11th, 2018 2:43 PM
Mason Moore's House, Las Vegas Nevada
The sun hung high in the bright Las Vegas sky, beating down upon the crystal clear water as it slightly rippled with a soft breeze. Staring down at the sun almost reflecting off the water, sat Mason Moore. He sat on the edge of the pool clad in a simple light blue pair of swim trunks, his legs dangling in the water as he just peered straight down. He would occasionally push the water with his hand, going against the very slight current caused by the wind.
"Man, that was a tough loss. Dude, you totally dominated that match right up to the end. It has to suck to lose like that. It's gotta sting man, you wait that long and then come up short."
Mason looked up from his pool, ran his wet hand through his hair and looked straight ahead. There was no smirk, no swagger, no bravado from him. Instead he sat there with almost no emotion at all in his eyes or on his face.
"Those are just a few of the things I've heard since April twenty ninth. A dozen days removed from failing to recapture the Spotlight title and I'm still hearing those same comments every damn place I go. I go to the gym, there's some asshole telling me how tough it must have been. I go to the grocery store, there's some bitch telling me who much it must have hurt to lose that match. I go to get my damn protein powder and supplements and the nineteen year old slut behind the counter who only has her job because the creepy forty two year old manager likes the way her ass looks, is telling me how she was so sure I was gonna win that match. Well you know what Rebekah? I was certain I was gonna win as well, and the way you spell your name is fucking stupid."
A bit of emotion comes to his face, but it is pure anger and frustration rather than the usual confidence.
"I waited for one hundred and twelve fucking days for that rematch. I watched as Daisy Rose padded her record with mediocre talent. I had to fight and piss and moan just to get my damn rematch, and even then it was only if she managed to maintain it against someone else. I jumped through all their damn hoops, I waited and waited and fucking waited, and in the end I failed. I dominated ninety seven percent of that damn match, but the three percent that was hers, just happened to have the one, two, three in it. It doesn't matter that I beat her down for a solid fifteen minutes, because I couldn't do the one damn thing that I had to do. I couldn't defeat her. It doesn't matter how much the announcers verbally blew me for my impressive strength and athleticism. it doesn't matter that Michael West obviously has some kind of massive man crush on me and thinks I'm the greatest physical specimen that New Generation Wrestling has ever seen. It doesn't matter that Chris Barkley likened me to a Greek God. The only thing that matters is that on this day, I sit here without the Spotlight title. I no longer hold the record for days as champion and I am no longer the one and only champion to ever record six defenses."
Mason sighs slight and shakes his head as he runs his hand through the water once more.
"It was bad enough when I didn't win the title back, but then the new Dissension card came back. I find myself in a triple threat match, which isn't ideal. When it comes to multi person matches, my track record isn't exactly great. I'm something like one and five, one and six, one and twenty seven. I don't know the exact numbers, but they don't favor me. I wasn't exactly happy about being placed in a triple threat match, but as I went further down the card, when I reached the opening match, I got pissed. Daisy Rose gets yet another easy win as she faces Chris fucking Marks. How did he earn this title opportunity you ask? Well he finally won a match. That's right he FINALLY won A fucking match. One god damned match was all it took. I defeated challenger after challenger, made that title mean something, got screwed over when Daisy's husband stuck his nose in the match and I was forced to wait over a hundred fucking days. This jackass wins a match, singular, one simple match, and he's given a title shot. Management is obviously padding her record and giving her these easy matches because... well I don't fucking know why."
Mason just shrugs as he stands up but stays in the pool, keeping his feet on the second step.
"So she gets what is almost sure to be an easy victory, I mean she's going from a brand new Ferrari four eighty eight spider, to a Ford Pinto. Talk about a downgrade in competition. meanwhile, i have to go in to a triple threat match, against two other people that are both desperate to get a win. Tillman is obviously looking to bounce back as he also lost his title rematch, of course he only had to wait one show for his rematch and didn't even have to worry about the person who took it from him, shitting the bed and losing it before he got his rematch. Still, i know how dangerous he is and he's a Destroyer so obviously he isn't above employing some cheap tactics. Of my two opponents, Tillman is definitely the most dangerous. I'm not gonna write off Levi Adams just because he looks like a malnourished emo asshole on a meth binge. He was part of my team for Strange bedfellows and we actually worked together fairly well. What killed us was being saddled with John Blade as a partner."
Mason rolls his eyes as he thinks about Strange bedfellows for a bit, then just shakes his head and shrugs it off.
"Myself and Levi, we're in the same boat here. The Dissension before Battle for London, we lost, Legacy, we lost, Strange Bedfellows, we lost, the last Dissension, we lost. Zero wins and four losses in our last four matches. Tillman is at least two and two in his last four matches, including a successful tag title defense. He ended up losing that title at Lest we Forget because him and Shields are total fucking assholes, but he's still not quite in the position myself and Levi find our selves in. Staring down a fifth straight loss and being cast into complete obscurity. Thing is, I'm going to put a bit more pressure on myself than Levi. Since apparently winning one single solitary match is all it takes to get a title match, I am asking, no screw that, I am demanding a Five Lakes title match if I win, no, when I win the triple threat match. This triple threat match, this is gonna be my slump buster and then I intend to go after more gold here in this company. I know they won't give me another shot at Daisy because they know I would beat her, so i'll move onwards and upwards. I'm chasing down that Five Lakes title now. Anyone who watched my pursuit of the Spotlight title, they know that I don't just give up easily. So Amber, Devlin, do the right damn thing and grant me the next Five lakes title match when I take this triple threat."
Mason stares straight ahead and flexes both arms, showing off for the first time in quite a bit, but still staying focused and determined as the video slowly fades to black.
May 11th, 2018 2:43 PM
Mason Moore's House, Las Vegas Nevada
The sun hung high in the bright Las Vegas sky, beating down upon the crystal clear water as it slightly rippled with a soft breeze. Staring down at the sun almost reflecting off the water, sat Mason Moore. He sat on the edge of the pool clad in a simple light blue pair of swim trunks, his legs dangling in the water as he just peered straight down. He would occasionally push the water with his hand, going against the very slight current caused by the wind.
"Man, that was a tough loss. Dude, you totally dominated that match right up to the end. It has to suck to lose like that. It's gotta sting man, you wait that long and then come up short."
Mason looked up from his pool, ran his wet hand through his hair and looked straight ahead. There was no smirk, no swagger, no bravado from him. Instead he sat there with almost no emotion at all in his eyes or on his face.
"Those are just a few of the things I've heard since April twenty ninth. A dozen days removed from failing to recapture the Spotlight title and I'm still hearing those same comments every damn place I go. I go to the gym, there's some asshole telling me how tough it must have been. I go to the grocery store, there's some bitch telling me who much it must have hurt to lose that match. I go to get my damn protein powder and supplements and the nineteen year old slut behind the counter who only has her job because the creepy forty two year old manager likes the way her ass looks, is telling me how she was so sure I was gonna win that match. Well you know what Rebekah? I was certain I was gonna win as well, and the way you spell your name is fucking stupid."
A bit of emotion comes to his face, but it is pure anger and frustration rather than the usual confidence.
"I waited for one hundred and twelve fucking days for that rematch. I watched as Daisy Rose padded her record with mediocre talent. I had to fight and piss and moan just to get my damn rematch, and even then it was only if she managed to maintain it against someone else. I jumped through all their damn hoops, I waited and waited and fucking waited, and in the end I failed. I dominated ninety seven percent of that damn match, but the three percent that was hers, just happened to have the one, two, three in it. It doesn't matter that I beat her down for a solid fifteen minutes, because I couldn't do the one damn thing that I had to do. I couldn't defeat her. It doesn't matter how much the announcers verbally blew me for my impressive strength and athleticism. it doesn't matter that Michael West obviously has some kind of massive man crush on me and thinks I'm the greatest physical specimen that New Generation Wrestling has ever seen. It doesn't matter that Chris Barkley likened me to a Greek God. The only thing that matters is that on this day, I sit here without the Spotlight title. I no longer hold the record for days as champion and I am no longer the one and only champion to ever record six defenses."
Mason sighs slight and shakes his head as he runs his hand through the water once more.
"It was bad enough when I didn't win the title back, but then the new Dissension card came back. I find myself in a triple threat match, which isn't ideal. When it comes to multi person matches, my track record isn't exactly great. I'm something like one and five, one and six, one and twenty seven. I don't know the exact numbers, but they don't favor me. I wasn't exactly happy about being placed in a triple threat match, but as I went further down the card, when I reached the opening match, I got pissed. Daisy Rose gets yet another easy win as she faces Chris fucking Marks. How did he earn this title opportunity you ask? Well he finally won a match. That's right he FINALLY won A fucking match. One god damned match was all it took. I defeated challenger after challenger, made that title mean something, got screwed over when Daisy's husband stuck his nose in the match and I was forced to wait over a hundred fucking days. This jackass wins a match, singular, one simple match, and he's given a title shot. Management is obviously padding her record and giving her these easy matches because... well I don't fucking know why."
Mason just shrugs as he stands up but stays in the pool, keeping his feet on the second step.
"So she gets what is almost sure to be an easy victory, I mean she's going from a brand new Ferrari four eighty eight spider, to a Ford Pinto. Talk about a downgrade in competition. meanwhile, i have to go in to a triple threat match, against two other people that are both desperate to get a win. Tillman is obviously looking to bounce back as he also lost his title rematch, of course he only had to wait one show for his rematch and didn't even have to worry about the person who took it from him, shitting the bed and losing it before he got his rematch. Still, i know how dangerous he is and he's a Destroyer so obviously he isn't above employing some cheap tactics. Of my two opponents, Tillman is definitely the most dangerous. I'm not gonna write off Levi Adams just because he looks like a malnourished emo asshole on a meth binge. He was part of my team for Strange bedfellows and we actually worked together fairly well. What killed us was being saddled with John Blade as a partner."
Mason rolls his eyes as he thinks about Strange bedfellows for a bit, then just shakes his head and shrugs it off.
"Myself and Levi, we're in the same boat here. The Dissension before Battle for London, we lost, Legacy, we lost, Strange Bedfellows, we lost, the last Dissension, we lost. Zero wins and four losses in our last four matches. Tillman is at least two and two in his last four matches, including a successful tag title defense. He ended up losing that title at Lest we Forget because him and Shields are total fucking assholes, but he's still not quite in the position myself and Levi find our selves in. Staring down a fifth straight loss and being cast into complete obscurity. Thing is, I'm going to put a bit more pressure on myself than Levi. Since apparently winning one single solitary match is all it takes to get a title match, I am asking, no screw that, I am demanding a Five Lakes title match if I win, no, when I win the triple threat match. This triple threat match, this is gonna be my slump buster and then I intend to go after more gold here in this company. I know they won't give me another shot at Daisy because they know I would beat her, so i'll move onwards and upwards. I'm chasing down that Five Lakes title now. Anyone who watched my pursuit of the Spotlight title, they know that I don't just give up easily. So Amber, Devlin, do the right damn thing and grant me the next Five lakes title match when I take this triple threat."
Mason stares straight ahead and flexes both arms, showing off for the first time in quite a bit, but still staying focused and determined as the video slowly fades to black.