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February 6th, 2017 9:48 PM
InterContinental Yokohama Grand, Yokohama, Japan
The faint sound of steps on a treadmill echoes through the gym of the InterContinental Yokohama Grand, then the sound of steel clanging against steel is head.
Mason Moore: Oh yea, one hundred baby.
The camera catches Mason Moore, once again in the gym, and once again shirtless as he looks up.
Moore: It's one hell of a sight, isn't it?
Mason flexes and smirks at the camera.
Moore: Go ahead and take a few extra seconds to drink it all in. Just no touching. Actually, wait a second.
Mason gets up and walks to the camera. He reaches forward and takes something in his hand. After a few seconds he sits back down.
Moore: Alright, those don't look fake. After the weird old dude photographer, can't be too careful.
Mason lays back and goes to start another set, but then stops and sits back up.
Moore; You guys are here to get comments about that moron I'm gonna be smashing at Glory, right? John freaking Blade.
Mason shakes his head and grabs up the large one liter bottle of water beside him.
Moore: Before we talk about that idiot, let's talk about the one that cost me a win in my television match debut. Anton Chase got himself pinned, and has the nerve to somehow blame me. I did everything I said I was going to do in that tag match, but nobody remembers that. Nobody remembers the fact I was throwing those freaky goth bitches around the ring like they were nothing. All they remember is that the team I was on lose. That is all Anton Chase's fault, and I'm gonna pay him back for that one of these days.
Mason takes another sip of water and grabs up a towel to wipe some sweat from his brow.
Moore: Now, a few people were smart enough to see that I'm amazing. Coda had some good things to say, and I think after Glory, maybe I'll reward that intelligence and support, by letting her get a hands on appreciation for Moore Muscle.
Mason smirks at the camera and flexes up one bicep. He tosses his towel around his neck and takes another quick sip of water.
Moore: Now though, let's get to Big John Match? What a stupid ass nickname. It doesn't even make any sense. I swear I've seen someone almost exactly like him before, but with slightly more charisma, and a fully functioning brain. He had a stupid nickname too though, something about his face running somewhere, maybe a place. Who really cares about that though. Fact is, John Blade is a proven loser. Yea yes, he was the first New Gen champion, big damn deal. He held it for 2 weeks and lost it in his very first defense. He's won a grand total of three matches, and I know at least one was by disqualification. My singles match winning streak, is gonna start with him, and end with gold wrapped around my oh so sexy waist.
Mason stands and rubs his hands across his abs.
Moore: Blade relies almost entirely on strength and power, and he's up against the damn definition of those words. People can say all they want that I'm only here because of how I look. They can say that all I am is a bunch of muscles stuffed in to a pair of small trunks to get attention. They can say it, and they will be completely wrong. Mason Moore is Pure Physical Perfection, and an absolutely incredible wrestler. I got signed because I can look good, and wrestle my sexy ass off at the same damn time. Everyone better watch real close, what I do to John Blade. It's going to be very similar to what I've been doing on these road shows, and what I did to those gotchic skanks, only this time I won't have an anchor dragging me down to a loss.
Mason lays back on the bench and starts doing another set as the camera crew backs off and the scene fades.
February 6th, 2017 9:48 PM
InterContinental Yokohama Grand, Yokohama, Japan
The faint sound of steps on a treadmill echoes through the gym of the InterContinental Yokohama Grand, then the sound of steel clanging against steel is head.
Mason Moore: Oh yea, one hundred baby.
The camera catches Mason Moore, once again in the gym, and once again shirtless as he looks up.
Moore: It's one hell of a sight, isn't it?
Mason flexes and smirks at the camera.
Moore: Go ahead and take a few extra seconds to drink it all in. Just no touching. Actually, wait a second.
Mason gets up and walks to the camera. He reaches forward and takes something in his hand. After a few seconds he sits back down.
Moore: Alright, those don't look fake. After the weird old dude photographer, can't be too careful.
Mason lays back and goes to start another set, but then stops and sits back up.
Moore; You guys are here to get comments about that moron I'm gonna be smashing at Glory, right? John freaking Blade.
Mason shakes his head and grabs up the large one liter bottle of water beside him.
Moore: Before we talk about that idiot, let's talk about the one that cost me a win in my television match debut. Anton Chase got himself pinned, and has the nerve to somehow blame me. I did everything I said I was going to do in that tag match, but nobody remembers that. Nobody remembers the fact I was throwing those freaky goth bitches around the ring like they were nothing. All they remember is that the team I was on lose. That is all Anton Chase's fault, and I'm gonna pay him back for that one of these days.
Mason takes another sip of water and grabs up a towel to wipe some sweat from his brow.
Moore: Now, a few people were smart enough to see that I'm amazing. Coda had some good things to say, and I think after Glory, maybe I'll reward that intelligence and support, by letting her get a hands on appreciation for Moore Muscle.
Mason smirks at the camera and flexes up one bicep. He tosses his towel around his neck and takes another quick sip of water.
Moore: Now though, let's get to Big John Match? What a stupid ass nickname. It doesn't even make any sense. I swear I've seen someone almost exactly like him before, but with slightly more charisma, and a fully functioning brain. He had a stupid nickname too though, something about his face running somewhere, maybe a place. Who really cares about that though. Fact is, John Blade is a proven loser. Yea yes, he was the first New Gen champion, big damn deal. He held it for 2 weeks and lost it in his very first defense. He's won a grand total of three matches, and I know at least one was by disqualification. My singles match winning streak, is gonna start with him, and end with gold wrapped around my oh so sexy waist.
Mason stands and rubs his hands across his abs.
Moore: Blade relies almost entirely on strength and power, and he's up against the damn definition of those words. People can say all they want that I'm only here because of how I look. They can say that all I am is a bunch of muscles stuffed in to a pair of small trunks to get attention. They can say it, and they will be completely wrong. Mason Moore is Pure Physical Perfection, and an absolutely incredible wrestler. I got signed because I can look good, and wrestle my sexy ass off at the same damn time. Everyone better watch real close, what I do to John Blade. It's going to be very similar to what I've been doing on these road shows, and what I did to those gotchic skanks, only this time I won't have an anchor dragging me down to a loss.
Mason lays back on the bench and starts doing another set as the camera crew backs off and the scene fades.
