Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 18:23:28 GMT -5
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May 2nd, 2017 7:48 PM
Mason Moore's House, Las Vegas Nevada
A small piece of purple paper sits on a table in front of Mason Moore's suspect board. Hovering over the paoper is an older African American man, dress in a simple navy colored suit and white shirt. He raises his index finger to his glasses and looks up for a second, then turns his head to Mason, clad in a simple pair of black short and one his new Muscle Machine tank tops.
"You do remember that I said my consulting fee on this would be five hundred, right?"
"Yes Doctor Morgan."
"I was making sure, because this seems like a bit much."
"This has been driving me crazy, and that letter right there feels like the biggest clue ever."
Dr Morgan picks up the letter and looks it over for a bit.
"My dearest Mason, I hope you enjoy these as much as the last ones. I hope my journey to your heart is almost complete. Hmm, what exactly did she send?"
Mason opens a small red box and pulls out a pink donut with white frosting, then takes a large bite.
"Would not have pegged you for the donut lover."
"They're protein donuts. These are strawberries and cream. Healthy and delicious."
"Well, that is quite sweet of her. It's no surprise really. Based on my analysis of the handwriting and the gifts you said she previously sent, I have determined a few key things that should help you at least narrow your search."
"Well that line about the Journey to my heart, I think that's a huge clue. I'm not one hundred percent though and after my last lead suspect turned out to not be her, I wanted some expert help."
"I typically profile serial killers and terrorist, so this was a bit different. Based on the information I have, I would say this is a younger female, early to mid twenties, smart and ambitious, but a bit shy and naive. She definitely has a passion for the business you're in, but as a fan, not a competitor. She most likely has some slight confident issues. which might explain why she is drawn to someone as... outgoing as yourself. Hopefully this helps."
"Immensely. That is pretty much an exact description of who I think it is."
"Wonderful. Now a potential warning. I don't believe she is the dangerous type, but if you're not interested in her in the way she seems to be in you, be very gentle with telling her that. Be direct, but choose your words carefully. I do think the possibility of her not handling it well and becoming violent, certainly exist."
Mason looks down at the note for a second, takes a deep breath and pulls up a chair to sit down.
"Well, she not my usual type, but she is nice and the flowers, and the protein donuts and the birthday cake, all were really thoughtful. She's definitely not unattractive. I've never really been that big on relationships, but I could give it a try."
"If you're unsure, I don't know if it would be wise to attempt a relationship. This is a girl who has deep feelings and if you do pursue a relationship, she will most likely latch on very tightly."
"I don't want to just reject her. She is cute, she did all this nice stuff for me. I feel like I at least owe her a date."
"Just do not get her expectations to high. Infatuations like this, can go very wrong very quickly. If you do suggest a date, make it something simple. Perhaps, you will find that you like her more than you think, or perhaps she will find that she is infatuated with the idea of you, but the actual man isn't what she wants."
"Come on now Doc."
Mason smirks and flexes, showing off his muscles for a bit.The doctor doesn't respond at all, he just stands up and looks at Mason.
"Well my work is complete, if you wouldn't mind, my payment?"
Mason stands up, pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it to the doctor.
"Thank you Mister Moore, I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks Doc."
The doctor makes his exit and Mason sits back down as he looks at the note.
"I hope my journey to your heart is almost complete."
Mason looks at the note a few more seconds, then tacks it up under all of the other ones.
"Maybe it is."
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May 7th, 2017 6:18 PM
Scotiabank Saddledome, Calgary AB, Canada
Mason Moore sits in the front row of the arena, staring straight ahead at the ring. The doors will open up in just a few minutes, but for now the place is almost empty. The crew has finished setting up, the announcers are backstage prepping, the camera crew is readying themselves, except for one man who is standing right in front of Mason. Mason is wearing his Redemption Wrestling MOORE POWER train t-shirt.
"Silence is golden, that's the adage I held this week. I decided to stay quite and listen to my opponents. Let them talk and figure out exactly what they think about me and who they think they're dealing with. Kayla Richards of course went with the cliche of assuming I'm nothing more than some dumb muscle head. Guess what Kayla, you're not the only one who has a college education. I have a degree from the University of Las Vegas, Bachelor of Science in Athletic Training. So there goes your whole theory about me having a ten cent brain. Then of course you had to get in the little insinuation that I'm somehow chemically enhanced, which once again is another cliche. It's really kind of pathetic, you went right for the same two things as so many others, that have fallen before my feet. You underestimate my intelligence, and no doubt you underestimate my speed and agility inside that ring as well, thinking that all I have is power. It might be the strong point in my game, but it's not the only arrow in my quiver. I hope it is you that I pin to win that title. Of all four people in this match, you're the only one who has yet to prove a single thing inside a Redemption ring."
Mason shakes his head a bit as he stands up, the camera quickly following him.
"Now if we want to talk about not proving much inside of a Redemption ring, let's talk about Blair, whatever her last name is. Three and two record, but most of those were tag matches. Now of course she says her most notable moment in Redemption is a one on one match, but she left out one massive fact. She lost that one on one match. Her most notable match as a singles wrestler in this company, she was beaten. If you're really gonna hang your hat on a match, it probably shouldn't be one that you lost. Of course, that's your only notable singles match in this company. Meanwhile, I have some very impressive wins, and I would be the current Genesis champion if the previous one wasn't a little bitch who needed his manager to distract me from kicking his ass all over the ring. I bounced back from that, and I earned my way in to this title match, you, much like Kayla Richards, just get tossed in here. Come on, you lost to Gavin Grimes, then you got counted out against Nightshade. How in the hell does that qualify you to be in a match for the Genesis title. Maybe it would be nice to pin you instead of Kayla."
Mason again shakes his head for a few seconds, then steps over the rail blocking the crowd from the ringside area.
"The only other person who actually does deserve to be in this match, is Trixie. Former champion, and another person who got screwed over by Tillman's slimy sneaky manager. Now Trixie, I appreciate you saying that you would be rooting for me if you weren't in this match. If I wasn't in this match, I would be doing the same for you. Problem is, I am in this match and I will do whatever it takes to wrap that Genesis title around this perfect waist."
Mason raises up his shirt to show off his waist and abs, as he does a one handed title motion over them.
"I can assure you, I'll drop Kayla Richards right on her head, but I won't stop there. I'll do the same to Blair and if I have to, I'll do the same to you. I'd like to consider us friends, but in this match, friendship doesn't mean a damn thing. The only thing that matters, is bringing that gold home with me. I won't go out of my way to hurt you Trixie, but I will do what I have to do, to make sure that it is me with my hand raised at the end of the night. That Genesis title has been the goal since day one, and I am not going to let my second chance go to waist. So Kayla, Blair, Trixie, be prepared for this sight at the end of the night."
Mason pulls himself up on to the ring apron, gets inside the ring, walks right to the middle and holds his arm up in victory as the camera fades to black.
May 2nd, 2017 7:48 PM
Mason Moore's House, Las Vegas Nevada
A small piece of purple paper sits on a table in front of Mason Moore's suspect board. Hovering over the paoper is an older African American man, dress in a simple navy colored suit and white shirt. He raises his index finger to his glasses and looks up for a second, then turns his head to Mason, clad in a simple pair of black short and one his new Muscle Machine tank tops.
"You do remember that I said my consulting fee on this would be five hundred, right?"
"Yes Doctor Morgan."
"I was making sure, because this seems like a bit much."
"This has been driving me crazy, and that letter right there feels like the biggest clue ever."
Dr Morgan picks up the letter and looks it over for a bit.
"My dearest Mason, I hope you enjoy these as much as the last ones. I hope my journey to your heart is almost complete. Hmm, what exactly did she send?"
Mason opens a small red box and pulls out a pink donut with white frosting, then takes a large bite.
"Would not have pegged you for the donut lover."
"They're protein donuts. These are strawberries and cream. Healthy and delicious."
"Well, that is quite sweet of her. It's no surprise really. Based on my analysis of the handwriting and the gifts you said she previously sent, I have determined a few key things that should help you at least narrow your search."
"Well that line about the Journey to my heart, I think that's a huge clue. I'm not one hundred percent though and after my last lead suspect turned out to not be her, I wanted some expert help."
"I typically profile serial killers and terrorist, so this was a bit different. Based on the information I have, I would say this is a younger female, early to mid twenties, smart and ambitious, but a bit shy and naive. She definitely has a passion for the business you're in, but as a fan, not a competitor. She most likely has some slight confident issues. which might explain why she is drawn to someone as... outgoing as yourself. Hopefully this helps."
"Immensely. That is pretty much an exact description of who I think it is."
"Wonderful. Now a potential warning. I don't believe she is the dangerous type, but if you're not interested in her in the way she seems to be in you, be very gentle with telling her that. Be direct, but choose your words carefully. I do think the possibility of her not handling it well and becoming violent, certainly exist."
Mason looks down at the note for a second, takes a deep breath and pulls up a chair to sit down.
"Well, she not my usual type, but she is nice and the flowers, and the protein donuts and the birthday cake, all were really thoughtful. She's definitely not unattractive. I've never really been that big on relationships, but I could give it a try."
"If you're unsure, I don't know if it would be wise to attempt a relationship. This is a girl who has deep feelings and if you do pursue a relationship, she will most likely latch on very tightly."
"I don't want to just reject her. She is cute, she did all this nice stuff for me. I feel like I at least owe her a date."
"Just do not get her expectations to high. Infatuations like this, can go very wrong very quickly. If you do suggest a date, make it something simple. Perhaps, you will find that you like her more than you think, or perhaps she will find that she is infatuated with the idea of you, but the actual man isn't what she wants."
"Come on now Doc."
Mason smirks and flexes, showing off his muscles for a bit.The doctor doesn't respond at all, he just stands up and looks at Mason.
"Well my work is complete, if you wouldn't mind, my payment?"
Mason stands up, pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it to the doctor.
"Thank you Mister Moore, I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks Doc."
The doctor makes his exit and Mason sits back down as he looks at the note.
"I hope my journey to your heart is almost complete."
Mason looks at the note a few more seconds, then tacks it up under all of the other ones.
"Maybe it is."
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May 7th, 2017 6:18 PM
Scotiabank Saddledome, Calgary AB, Canada
Mason Moore sits in the front row of the arena, staring straight ahead at the ring. The doors will open up in just a few minutes, but for now the place is almost empty. The crew has finished setting up, the announcers are backstage prepping, the camera crew is readying themselves, except for one man who is standing right in front of Mason. Mason is wearing his Redemption Wrestling MOORE POWER train t-shirt.
"Silence is golden, that's the adage I held this week. I decided to stay quite and listen to my opponents. Let them talk and figure out exactly what they think about me and who they think they're dealing with. Kayla Richards of course went with the cliche of assuming I'm nothing more than some dumb muscle head. Guess what Kayla, you're not the only one who has a college education. I have a degree from the University of Las Vegas, Bachelor of Science in Athletic Training. So there goes your whole theory about me having a ten cent brain. Then of course you had to get in the little insinuation that I'm somehow chemically enhanced, which once again is another cliche. It's really kind of pathetic, you went right for the same two things as so many others, that have fallen before my feet. You underestimate my intelligence, and no doubt you underestimate my speed and agility inside that ring as well, thinking that all I have is power. It might be the strong point in my game, but it's not the only arrow in my quiver. I hope it is you that I pin to win that title. Of all four people in this match, you're the only one who has yet to prove a single thing inside a Redemption ring."
Mason shakes his head a bit as he stands up, the camera quickly following him.
"Now if we want to talk about not proving much inside of a Redemption ring, let's talk about Blair, whatever her last name is. Three and two record, but most of those were tag matches. Now of course she says her most notable moment in Redemption is a one on one match, but she left out one massive fact. She lost that one on one match. Her most notable match as a singles wrestler in this company, she was beaten. If you're really gonna hang your hat on a match, it probably shouldn't be one that you lost. Of course, that's your only notable singles match in this company. Meanwhile, I have some very impressive wins, and I would be the current Genesis champion if the previous one wasn't a little bitch who needed his manager to distract me from kicking his ass all over the ring. I bounced back from that, and I earned my way in to this title match, you, much like Kayla Richards, just get tossed in here. Come on, you lost to Gavin Grimes, then you got counted out against Nightshade. How in the hell does that qualify you to be in a match for the Genesis title. Maybe it would be nice to pin you instead of Kayla."
Mason again shakes his head for a few seconds, then steps over the rail blocking the crowd from the ringside area.
"The only other person who actually does deserve to be in this match, is Trixie. Former champion, and another person who got screwed over by Tillman's slimy sneaky manager. Now Trixie, I appreciate you saying that you would be rooting for me if you weren't in this match. If I wasn't in this match, I would be doing the same for you. Problem is, I am in this match and I will do whatever it takes to wrap that Genesis title around this perfect waist."
Mason raises up his shirt to show off his waist and abs, as he does a one handed title motion over them.
"I can assure you, I'll drop Kayla Richards right on her head, but I won't stop there. I'll do the same to Blair and if I have to, I'll do the same to you. I'd like to consider us friends, but in this match, friendship doesn't mean a damn thing. The only thing that matters, is bringing that gold home with me. I won't go out of my way to hurt you Trixie, but I will do what I have to do, to make sure that it is me with my hand raised at the end of the night. That Genesis title has been the goal since day one, and I am not going to let my second chance go to waist. So Kayla, Blair, Trixie, be prepared for this sight at the end of the night."
Mason pulls himself up on to the ring apron, gets inside the ring, walks right to the middle and holds his arm up in victory as the camera fades to black.
