Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 14:31:27 GMT -5
“Zeus versus Kronos, Hercules versus the Minotaur, Beowulf versus Grendel, all epic clashes recorded in history”
Mason Moore stands in the middle of an empty arena that looks to most likely be a Medieval Times he rented out. Sand beneath his feet, racks of weapons along the fake stone walls.
“Also, all mythological and nothing more than fun stories. Sunday night though, the world will witness a truly epic clash. A battle between two men who would be right at home in those classic myths and stories. Two titans going toe to toe in a battle for supremacy.”
Mason starts walking around the arena a bit, then bends down slightly and takes a bit of sand in his hand.
“This is a battle that could have taken place in the grand Colosseum thousands of years ago. It’s the kind of battle that would decide wars and kingdoms. The two biggest most powerful warriors meet on the open field and the victor claims glory for King and country. Only this time, there are no kings, no countries and the only glory will be the satisfaction of victory.”
Mason lets the sand fall through his fingers as he looks over at the weapons rack and almost takes a large cudgel off the rack, but decides not to.
“No doubt that you would prefer to be challenging for a title. I would prefer to be defending my Spotlight title. I would prefer to be coming into this match with momentum. I would prefer to be coming into this match with a win streak rather than a losing streak. Despite the lack of a title or a contendership stipulation. In spite of my recent failures, I can still say that this is exactly the match I wanted to be in come Wrestleforce.”
Mason looks straight forward as he nods his head and smirks slightly.
“Now the original plan was to still be the Spotlight champion and have shattered the record for defenses and days, even surpassing Shields days record with a title. The backup plan was to win the Global Cup, cash it in on the very next show, win the Heavyweight title and have the biggest main event in company history. Unfortunately, I lost the Spotlight title and failed to regain it, so plan A went out the window. Plan B got derailed when I was unable to win the Global Cup, which meant I couldn’t challenge for the Heavyweight title. Still, this is the match I always wanted at Wrestleforce. Jaxon Richards is the opponent I always wanted to face at Wrestleforce.”
Mason reaches out and grabs the cudgel off the rack, then easily heaved it up on to his shoulder.
“Game of Thrones had their battle of the bastards, so I wanted to give New Generation Wrestling their very own Big Bastard Battle, and well there’s no other bastard bigger than you Jaxon. I mean that in the most respectful way. You’re nine feet tall and eight hundred pounds. Alright, you’re actually only six foot nine and three hundred and twenty-six pounds, but you are the biggest man on the entire roster. What’s more, you have the killer instinct. You’ve got that nasty attitude. You are the kind of guy that not only doesn’t run from a fight, if you see one going, you’ll jump in just for the fun of it. I took an immediate interest in you for that reason. I challenged you for that reason. I need an opponent like you in order to prove myself. I need an opponent like you to push me to my limits. I need an opponent like you if I am ever going to get back to that zone I was in when I was Spotlight champion. I need an opponent like you if this is my last match. At least then I can say that I did lose to the biggest baddest bastard in the entire damn company.”
Mason takes a deep breath, then walks around the arena a bit swinging the cudgel back and forth a few times. He makes some killing blow swings and he’s impressed by the weight and balance.
“This clash, it’s a Wrestleforce worthy match. It’s not going to be a pretty match by any means. We’re certainly not going to have this grand technical battle. There won’t be any gravity-defying dives or splashes. It’s not going to be good versus evil. There won’t be an underdog triumphing and getting his moment in the sun. There won’t even be some great rivalry that’s put to rest as two enemies shake hands What there will be though, are two bulls locking horns. Two gorillas fighting to prove who the alpha is. Sunday night at Wrestleforce, two big bad bastards step into that ring, and it’s possible that only one is gonna be able to walk out.”
Mason puts the cudgel down on the ground, still holding the handle as he looks straight ahead.
“Sunday night, I have put my career on the line. I’m not planning to lose, but I am prepared should it happen. This isn’t gonna be some kind of bullshit deal where I pop up somewhere new or waltz back into New Generation Wrestling in three or four months if I don’t win this match. I was and am serious when I said that this is a career match for me. With that said, I want you to think about and remember a few things. My back is completely against the wall for this one. I am the superior athlete between the two of us. I fucked your baby sister. A wounded animal will lash out more than anything. Last thing to remember Jaxon. I am a desperate man right now. People think that a man with nothing to lose is dangerous, but I assure you that a man with everything to lose is far far worse.”
Mason heaves the cudgel back up onto his shoulder, walks over to the weapon rack, puts it back in place and walks off, out of the smoke-filled doorway as the scene slowly fades.
Mason Moore stands in the middle of an empty arena that looks to most likely be a Medieval Times he rented out. Sand beneath his feet, racks of weapons along the fake stone walls.
“Also, all mythological and nothing more than fun stories. Sunday night though, the world will witness a truly epic clash. A battle between two men who would be right at home in those classic myths and stories. Two titans going toe to toe in a battle for supremacy.”
Mason starts walking around the arena a bit, then bends down slightly and takes a bit of sand in his hand.
“This is a battle that could have taken place in the grand Colosseum thousands of years ago. It’s the kind of battle that would decide wars and kingdoms. The two biggest most powerful warriors meet on the open field and the victor claims glory for King and country. Only this time, there are no kings, no countries and the only glory will be the satisfaction of victory.”
Mason lets the sand fall through his fingers as he looks over at the weapons rack and almost takes a large cudgel off the rack, but decides not to.
“No doubt that you would prefer to be challenging for a title. I would prefer to be defending my Spotlight title. I would prefer to be coming into this match with momentum. I would prefer to be coming into this match with a win streak rather than a losing streak. Despite the lack of a title or a contendership stipulation. In spite of my recent failures, I can still say that this is exactly the match I wanted to be in come Wrestleforce.”
Mason looks straight forward as he nods his head and smirks slightly.
“Now the original plan was to still be the Spotlight champion and have shattered the record for defenses and days, even surpassing Shields days record with a title. The backup plan was to win the Global Cup, cash it in on the very next show, win the Heavyweight title and have the biggest main event in company history. Unfortunately, I lost the Spotlight title and failed to regain it, so plan A went out the window. Plan B got derailed when I was unable to win the Global Cup, which meant I couldn’t challenge for the Heavyweight title. Still, this is the match I always wanted at Wrestleforce. Jaxon Richards is the opponent I always wanted to face at Wrestleforce.”
Mason reaches out and grabs the cudgel off the rack, then easily heaved it up on to his shoulder.
“Game of Thrones had their battle of the bastards, so I wanted to give New Generation Wrestling their very own Big Bastard Battle, and well there’s no other bastard bigger than you Jaxon. I mean that in the most respectful way. You’re nine feet tall and eight hundred pounds. Alright, you’re actually only six foot nine and three hundred and twenty-six pounds, but you are the biggest man on the entire roster. What’s more, you have the killer instinct. You’ve got that nasty attitude. You are the kind of guy that not only doesn’t run from a fight, if you see one going, you’ll jump in just for the fun of it. I took an immediate interest in you for that reason. I challenged you for that reason. I need an opponent like you in order to prove myself. I need an opponent like you to push me to my limits. I need an opponent like you if I am ever going to get back to that zone I was in when I was Spotlight champion. I need an opponent like you if this is my last match. At least then I can say that I did lose to the biggest baddest bastard in the entire damn company.”
Mason takes a deep breath, then walks around the arena a bit swinging the cudgel back and forth a few times. He makes some killing blow swings and he’s impressed by the weight and balance.
“This clash, it’s a Wrestleforce worthy match. It’s not going to be a pretty match by any means. We’re certainly not going to have this grand technical battle. There won’t be any gravity-defying dives or splashes. It’s not going to be good versus evil. There won’t be an underdog triumphing and getting his moment in the sun. There won’t even be some great rivalry that’s put to rest as two enemies shake hands What there will be though, are two bulls locking horns. Two gorillas fighting to prove who the alpha is. Sunday night at Wrestleforce, two big bad bastards step into that ring, and it’s possible that only one is gonna be able to walk out.”
Mason puts the cudgel down on the ground, still holding the handle as he looks straight ahead.
“Sunday night, I have put my career on the line. I’m not planning to lose, but I am prepared should it happen. This isn’t gonna be some kind of bullshit deal where I pop up somewhere new or waltz back into New Generation Wrestling in three or four months if I don’t win this match. I was and am serious when I said that this is a career match for me. With that said, I want you to think about and remember a few things. My back is completely against the wall for this one. I am the superior athlete between the two of us. I fucked your baby sister. A wounded animal will lash out more than anything. Last thing to remember Jaxon. I am a desperate man right now. People think that a man with nothing to lose is dangerous, but I assure you that a man with everything to lose is far far worse.”
Mason heaves the cudgel back up onto his shoulder, walks over to the weapon rack, puts it back in place and walks off, out of the smoke-filled doorway as the scene slowly fades.