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March 23rd, 2017 9:47 AM
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore lies back on an incline bench, a fifty pound dumbbell in each hand, he slowly brings them up and let's them just clang together. He does this nineteen more times, then lowers them to the ground and sits up staring straight ahead.
Mason: That's set three on my first workout of the day. I Want Rebel Mason to tell me again how he's gonna hang with me come Glory. We're talking about a guy that lost to Alicia Hixx. Sure it was by disqualification, not an actual pin or submission or even a lame ass count out, but the fact remains, he gave her one of her only wins in this company. His last two matches, have been the only thing he's really good at, bloody, violent, over the top brawls where he could use weapons and disregard rules, and he lost one of those? Am I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who I know I can piss off and frustrate so much to the point where he'll grab a weapon and lose the match for himself? A, I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who bullied a woman with no experience in hardcore matches, in to accepting his exact type of match? Am I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who goes out and gets his ass kicked in the kind of match he requested? Not only that, he lost to a guy who has been focused on tag team wrestling for the last few months.
Mason shakes his head and laughs a little bit as he takes a quick swig from his water bottle, then grabs one of the fifty pound dumbbells and starts curling with his left arm.
Mason: If this was a normal match, I would still want to kick the shit out of Manson, and get the win. This match though, it gets me in to the Rags to Riches match. It gets me one step closer to getting the gold that I so rightly deserve. It also potentially allows me another chance to beat down that psycho coward bitch Coda. So not only do I have a massive size and power advantage, I have the idiot underestimating my speed and stamina, and huge motivation to win. Right now, I should be the Genesis champion. I should be defending my title against Spike Steel or giving Tillman his rematch. Instead, I have to beat that wanna be bad ass douchebag who seems like he's watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Matrix way to many times.
Mason finishes with that set of curls and switches over to his right arm.
Mason: Since the boss doesn't want to do anything about Tillman's manager screwing me out of a title win, I'll just have to take the long road to the gold, and I start paving it with Rebel Manson. This guy just flat out, is not on my level and I am going to enjoy proving that to him in just a few short days. The only reason he's even in a Rags to Riches qualifier, is so he can lose to me.
Mason gives the camera a smirk as he finishes up with that set, grabs the other dumbbell, stands, racks them up and then gives a flex.
Mason: Rebel Manson can't handle the Muscle Machine, and he'll learn that the hard way.
Mason grabs his water and towel, walking off towards the locker room as the camera fades out.
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March 23rd, 2017 10:15 AM
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore strolls out of the shower, drying his hair off with a small white towel, as he lets everything hang out on his way towards the locker, not even caring about the other people in there.
Unknown man: Mason, seriously, can you just wrap a damn towel around yourself? You're gonna put an eye out with that damn thing.
Mason laughs a little and looks down then smirks.
Mason: Come on Jack, you know that I prefer to air dry.
Jack shakes his head, grabs his bag and goes to walk out.
Jack: Just watch where you're swinging that damn thing.
Mason nods his head as he goes to his locker, quickly puts in the combination and opens it up. As he does, he notices a small piece of pink folded over paper. He grabs it and notices it has a smell to it, He gives it a quick sniff and smiles as he opens it up.
Mason: My Dear Mason Moore, Every second watching you has been a dream. I hope when I wake, it is in your powerful arms. Your number one fan forever and always.
Mason looks around to see if there's anyone else in the locker room, maybe someone laughing or smiling.
Mason: Who the hell left this?
March 23rd, 2017 9:47 AM
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore lies back on an incline bench, a fifty pound dumbbell in each hand, he slowly brings them up and let's them just clang together. He does this nineteen more times, then lowers them to the ground and sits up staring straight ahead.
Mason: That's set three on my first workout of the day. I Want Rebel Mason to tell me again how he's gonna hang with me come Glory. We're talking about a guy that lost to Alicia Hixx. Sure it was by disqualification, not an actual pin or submission or even a lame ass count out, but the fact remains, he gave her one of her only wins in this company. His last two matches, have been the only thing he's really good at, bloody, violent, over the top brawls where he could use weapons and disregard rules, and he lost one of those? Am I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who I know I can piss off and frustrate so much to the point where he'll grab a weapon and lose the match for himself? A, I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who bullied a woman with no experience in hardcore matches, in to accepting his exact type of match? Am I really supposed to be afraid of a guy who goes out and gets his ass kicked in the kind of match he requested? Not only that, he lost to a guy who has been focused on tag team wrestling for the last few months.
Mason shakes his head and laughs a little bit as he takes a quick swig from his water bottle, then grabs one of the fifty pound dumbbells and starts curling with his left arm.
Mason: If this was a normal match, I would still want to kick the shit out of Manson, and get the win. This match though, it gets me in to the Rags to Riches match. It gets me one step closer to getting the gold that I so rightly deserve. It also potentially allows me another chance to beat down that psycho coward bitch Coda. So not only do I have a massive size and power advantage, I have the idiot underestimating my speed and stamina, and huge motivation to win. Right now, I should be the Genesis champion. I should be defending my title against Spike Steel or giving Tillman his rematch. Instead, I have to beat that wanna be bad ass douchebag who seems like he's watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Matrix way to many times.
Mason finishes with that set of curls and switches over to his right arm.
Mason: Since the boss doesn't want to do anything about Tillman's manager screwing me out of a title win, I'll just have to take the long road to the gold, and I start paving it with Rebel Manson. This guy just flat out, is not on my level and I am going to enjoy proving that to him in just a few short days. The only reason he's even in a Rags to Riches qualifier, is so he can lose to me.
Mason gives the camera a smirk as he finishes up with that set, grabs the other dumbbell, stands, racks them up and then gives a flex.
Mason: Rebel Manson can't handle the Muscle Machine, and he'll learn that the hard way.
Mason grabs his water and towel, walking off towards the locker room as the camera fades out.
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March 23rd, 2017 10:15 AM
Muscle Masters Gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore strolls out of the shower, drying his hair off with a small white towel, as he lets everything hang out on his way towards the locker, not even caring about the other people in there.
Unknown man: Mason, seriously, can you just wrap a damn towel around yourself? You're gonna put an eye out with that damn thing.
Mason laughs a little and looks down then smirks.
Mason: Come on Jack, you know that I prefer to air dry.
Jack shakes his head, grabs his bag and goes to walk out.
Jack: Just watch where you're swinging that damn thing.
Mason nods his head as he goes to his locker, quickly puts in the combination and opens it up. As he does, he notices a small piece of pink folded over paper. He grabs it and notices it has a smell to it, He gives it a quick sniff and smiles as he opens it up.
Mason: My Dear Mason Moore, Every second watching you has been a dream. I hope when I wake, it is in your powerful arms. Your number one fan forever and always.
Mason looks around to see if there's anyone else in the locker room, maybe someone laughing or smiling.
Mason: Who the hell left this?
