Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 13:45:54 GMT -5
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June 9th, 2018 11:43 PM
Nationwide Arena, Columbus, Ohio
"Son of a bitch"
Mason Moore slams his hand down on the hard wooden bench he sits in, still stewing from his loss in the tag team trials. The sound of water can be heard and he looks towards the shower area as he takes off his wrist tape. The camera is focused on him, but he's definitely not focused on it.
"How the hell could I let that happen?"
Mason shakes his head and sighs before smacking himself in the forehead. He looks up at the camera now and just rolls his eyes.
"I bet everyone watching is just living this right now. Seeing me down after yet another loss. The last round of this tag team trials, that was supposed to be the turn around. That was supposed to be the big change for myself and Maria. We won and we were on the right track, but then we lost the tag title match, got booted out tonight, and Maria's time with New Generation Wrestling is officially over. I know she's probably going to try and take the blame, say she got pinned and everything, but this falls on me. This falls on my vendetta against Billy Danielson and that douchebag he used to run around with. His buddy tucked tail and ran when he realized he might actually have to step into the ring with me. Danielson at least had the balls to stick around and fight. Well, he stuck around. Danielson was smarter than me out there tonight, I can admit that. He baited me in, took his openings, and found a way to neutralize my size and power advantage. I let him get under my skin, and that's on me."
He stops and looks back towards the shower as the sound of water pounding against title reverberates through the locker room.
"I could deal with that loss out there, God knows I have enough practice as of late... I could deal with it if it wasn't for the fact that it basically put an end to Maria's time in the ring. Sure she could come back, but if we could have kept winning, won it all, fought for those tag titles again and won them, well she would certainly get a new contract and you gotta believe it would have a few added bonuses in there. I'm disappointed in the loss, but I'm more disappointed in letting her down."
Mason takes a deep breath as he reaches down and undoes the laces of his boots.
"Now the difficult part, I have to move past this and focus on the next task at hand. In less than twenty-four hours, I have to step into the ring with a six foot seven, near three hundred pound man. For a while, I have been the biggest and the strongest here in New Generation Wrestling. Now, with guys like Jaxon Richards coming in, and until recently Carter Strong down in West Cost Genesis, I'm definitely not the biggest. My opponent Sunday night, he's an inch taller and twenty pounds heavier. It's been a long time since I have had a match with someone bigger than me. It's been even longer since I've faced someone stronger than me, and I don't think that's going to be the case tomorrow night. I know one thing for sure, I am the more athletic of the big men in this match. Dean Matthew, you got size, you got power, but there are things I can do that you can't. You ain't gonna be flying to the outside with suicide dives and topes. You ain't gonna be going up to the top rope and hitting moonsaults. You ain't gonna be delivering enziguris and picture-perfect dropkicks. You might have some agility, some athleticism, but I guarantee you that you ain't gonna outwork me."
Mason kicks his boos off and stands up, stepping forward into the camera.
"Dean, I don't have any real problems with you, but I also don't really care for you. You seem like a little bit of a hypocrite to me with all your stuff directed at the Destroyers, but whatever. They're assholes too, so I really don't care if you hate them. I just hope that you're focused on this match and not them. I hope you're concentrating on this match, and not how you can mess with Matt Shields again. I hope that you are one hundred percent in on this match, and not worrying if they might attack your girlfriend or you. I promise you this Dean, I will be completely focused on this match. From the moment I wake up in the morning, our match will be the first thing I think about. As soon as my eyes open up in the morning, kicking Dean Matthews' ass will be a the forefront of my mind. Until that bell rings to signal the match has ended, my sole purpose on this planet is going to be defeating Dean Matthews and proving to the World, just who Mason Moore is."
Mason stands there and stretches his arms out.
"It seems like a lot of people have forgotten about how good I truly am. It seems like my run as Spotlight champion suddenly vanished and doesn't mean a damn thing. It seems that everyone is just taking on the 'what have you done for me lately' mindset. If that's how it's gonna be, what I will have to do is prove that I am indeed the biggest and the baddest around here, even if there might be a couple of guys that are taller or have more weight."
"Are you gonna join me in here or not?"
Maria's voice breaks through, soft like a song, and Mason smiles as he looks towards the shower.
"I did say first thing in the morning. For now, I have something better to focus on."
Mason gives the camera a slight smirk and heads off towards the shower. His trunks are tossed overhead, landing near the camera as a few low moans are heard right before the go pro that he was using to record, dies and everything goes black.
June 9th, 2018 11:43 PM
Nationwide Arena, Columbus, Ohio
"Son of a bitch"
Mason Moore slams his hand down on the hard wooden bench he sits in, still stewing from his loss in the tag team trials. The sound of water can be heard and he looks towards the shower area as he takes off his wrist tape. The camera is focused on him, but he's definitely not focused on it.
"How the hell could I let that happen?"
Mason shakes his head and sighs before smacking himself in the forehead. He looks up at the camera now and just rolls his eyes.
"I bet everyone watching is just living this right now. Seeing me down after yet another loss. The last round of this tag team trials, that was supposed to be the turn around. That was supposed to be the big change for myself and Maria. We won and we were on the right track, but then we lost the tag title match, got booted out tonight, and Maria's time with New Generation Wrestling is officially over. I know she's probably going to try and take the blame, say she got pinned and everything, but this falls on me. This falls on my vendetta against Billy Danielson and that douchebag he used to run around with. His buddy tucked tail and ran when he realized he might actually have to step into the ring with me. Danielson at least had the balls to stick around and fight. Well, he stuck around. Danielson was smarter than me out there tonight, I can admit that. He baited me in, took his openings, and found a way to neutralize my size and power advantage. I let him get under my skin, and that's on me."
He stops and looks back towards the shower as the sound of water pounding against title reverberates through the locker room.
"I could deal with that loss out there, God knows I have enough practice as of late... I could deal with it if it wasn't for the fact that it basically put an end to Maria's time in the ring. Sure she could come back, but if we could have kept winning, won it all, fought for those tag titles again and won them, well she would certainly get a new contract and you gotta believe it would have a few added bonuses in there. I'm disappointed in the loss, but I'm more disappointed in letting her down."
Mason takes a deep breath as he reaches down and undoes the laces of his boots.
"Now the difficult part, I have to move past this and focus on the next task at hand. In less than twenty-four hours, I have to step into the ring with a six foot seven, near three hundred pound man. For a while, I have been the biggest and the strongest here in New Generation Wrestling. Now, with guys like Jaxon Richards coming in, and until recently Carter Strong down in West Cost Genesis, I'm definitely not the biggest. My opponent Sunday night, he's an inch taller and twenty pounds heavier. It's been a long time since I have had a match with someone bigger than me. It's been even longer since I've faced someone stronger than me, and I don't think that's going to be the case tomorrow night. I know one thing for sure, I am the more athletic of the big men in this match. Dean Matthew, you got size, you got power, but there are things I can do that you can't. You ain't gonna be flying to the outside with suicide dives and topes. You ain't gonna be going up to the top rope and hitting moonsaults. You ain't gonna be delivering enziguris and picture-perfect dropkicks. You might have some agility, some athleticism, but I guarantee you that you ain't gonna outwork me."
Mason kicks his boos off and stands up, stepping forward into the camera.
"Dean, I don't have any real problems with you, but I also don't really care for you. You seem like a little bit of a hypocrite to me with all your stuff directed at the Destroyers, but whatever. They're assholes too, so I really don't care if you hate them. I just hope that you're focused on this match and not them. I hope you're concentrating on this match, and not how you can mess with Matt Shields again. I hope that you are one hundred percent in on this match, and not worrying if they might attack your girlfriend or you. I promise you this Dean, I will be completely focused on this match. From the moment I wake up in the morning, our match will be the first thing I think about. As soon as my eyes open up in the morning, kicking Dean Matthews' ass will be a the forefront of my mind. Until that bell rings to signal the match has ended, my sole purpose on this planet is going to be defeating Dean Matthews and proving to the World, just who Mason Moore is."
Mason stands there and stretches his arms out.
"It seems like a lot of people have forgotten about how good I truly am. It seems like my run as Spotlight champion suddenly vanished and doesn't mean a damn thing. It seems that everyone is just taking on the 'what have you done for me lately' mindset. If that's how it's gonna be, what I will have to do is prove that I am indeed the biggest and the baddest around here, even if there might be a couple of guys that are taller or have more weight."
"Are you gonna join me in here or not?"
Maria's voice breaks through, soft like a song, and Mason smiles as he looks towards the shower.
"I did say first thing in the morning. For now, I have something better to focus on."
Mason gives the camera a slight smirk and heads off towards the shower. His trunks are tossed overhead, landing near the camera as a few low moans are heard right before the go pro that he was using to record, dies and everything goes black.