Post by Mason St. Croix on Oct 19, 2013 6:18:29 GMT
They say that a win is a win, and yeah it may show up as a victory in my favor in the record books but Eddie Black clearly kicked my ass two weeks ago. In fact, no one knows this because I guess I wasn’t important enough to miss, but I wasn't cleared to compete last week because of our match and he was, so let me ask you...
Who really won?
I'll tell you exactly who won, the fans that were in attendance that night. It may not have aired on TV but Eddie and I stole the show for the live crowd. Now we get to do it all over again with the added element that Jayson Matthews brings to the match. My goal for this week isn't just to win but to harass the IWF suits til they put us on the PPV and see to it they don't regret that decision.
For that to happen Eddie and Jayson have to put in the same kind of effort that I plan to, but I don't think that'll be a problem. Eddie we've been in the ring together already and I still feel it. You're by far the toughest guy I've ever faced, granted there's not much to compare you to but I'll venture to say when it comes to sheer toughness there’s not many on the whole IWF roster tougher.
I could say on that night that you and I faced off I was 3 seconds better but I wasn't, I was lucky. I don't like relying on luck, so this week I have to leave no doubt that I am better than not only you but Jayson as well. See Eddie, I got my hand raised the first time, but I wasn’t better. The difference between then and now comes down to a word you’ve used when referring to me on multiple occasions because of my service to the country and that’s respect.
You beat respect into me.
Eddie, I didn’t respect your style or your years of leaving everything you have in the ring. Now I do. I saw and I felt how much you love doing what you do, it’s the same kind of love I had for being a Ranger. There’s nothing pretty about what you do but it’s effective and you’re good at it. I called it garbage wrestling and so did you, but it’s far from garbage and because of you it’s now I a style I will never disrespect again. I also won’t disrespect you.
I didn’t just disrespect you, I underestimated you. I know it’s not often you hear the guy who won a match say he underestimated his opponent but I completely underestimated you and now I have loose teeth because of it. This time I know what to expect and I know better than to take you lightly. I respect you Eddie, and when I beat you this week maybe you’ll respect not only my years in the service but what I can do in the ring.
And now the X Factor.
Jayson, no offense but I honestly wish this were one on one between Eddie and myself. We’ve clearly got unfinished business but it seems you’ve now become part of our business. So since you’re going to be there I hope you found a fan shot video on Youtube of our match a few weeks back, just so you can see what you’ve got to look forward to.
I’m sure you have since you like to prance around with your iPhone. Not knocking the technology either, cause Facetime was the only way I could see my kids while I was fighting a war. You just seem like the type that would abuse it and take pictures of your food, your poop, or a lot of shots of yourself. You don’t have to confirm or deny it, I know I’m right.
Guys like you just really get under my skin.
It’s funny though. I’ll be perfectly honest, Jayson I don’t know shit about you other than what I’ve seen these last few weeks. That was enough for me to know that you and I wouldn’t get along. I don’t like the way you talk, hell I’d rather hear Eddie Black read Shakespeare and he sounds like he’s got a mouth full of marbles most of the time. Maybe it’s the age gap and I’m not up on the modern lingo, but I’m only 30. Or maybe, just maybe I am out of the loop because I was stuck in a place where there was nothing but sand around for miles and no one spoke English.
I guess I can’t hate you for having fun; I was forced to grow up fast because I joined the Army. You just seem like that frat boy that just never grew up, period. I mean you have more experience inside a wrestling ring than I do at this point, but you lack the maturity to expect to have a long a career. Have fun, smile, but there comes a time to take things serious. This’d be a good time to start. I’m not Randy whatever the hell his name was and Eddie Black damn sure isn’t Mr. Chuckles.
If you go into this PPV expecting to come out with a smile on your face, it’ll just be to count the missing teeth courtesy of either myself or Mr. Black.
I can’t completely disregard your talent though just based on your personality. I think I’m better than you, in fact I know I am, but I’m not overlooking you. You’ve been a champion before elsewhere, and that’s something I want to be here. Even if the quality of the talent wasn’t quite Imperial’s level it still takes skills to be a champion. You’ve got an exciting style and can pull off moves I wouldn’t even dream of attempting. You’re certainly more well known than I am because of your relationship with Steve Awesome so you’re probably the favorite to win this match in the eyes of many. I think it’s great that you have Steve around. I’m a big fan. It’ll be good to have him there to talk to after this match.
It’ll be a shoulder to cry on cause Mason St. Croix kicked your ass at October Revolution.
Totes.
Dude.
The room was engulfed in flames as Mason tried to focus his eyes through the smoke. Clad only in a plain white t-shirt and his boxers he crawled on his stomach towards an open door while the fire spread around him. He could hear people talking, screaming, and crying just outside as he struggled to breathe. He reached the door and rolled out onto the ground. Lying on his back and gasping for air, Mason’s eyes darted around at the women sobbing uncontrollably as soldiers pulled charred bodies from the burning buildings.
Soldier: This is the last one, Sir.
A young soldier carefully placed a still smoldering corpse next to a pile. An older man, obviously his commanding officer, surveyed the horrific scene before him.
Commander: Any survivors?
Soldier: No sir, they’re all dead.
This caused Mason to try to speak up but no words would come out, then everything went black.
I’m not dead…
I’m not dead…
I’m not dead…
Mason woke to his father shaking him. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping and looked at George standing over him, half awake. The room was a disaster. The small coffee table that sat in the middle had three empty pint jars sitting on it and shirtless Hank was lying on the floor in the corner, snoring.
George: Bad Dream?
Mason: Yeah you could say that. It felt so real, like I was really there.
George sat down on the couch next to him and flops back.
George: Maybe you were. I mean not then, but you could be remembering something that happened while you were missing.
Mason: I hope not, it was horrible.
George stands up and stretches.
George: Well you can tell me about it in the morning, but my old ass has got to get some sleep. You done kept me up way past my bedtime.
Mason: What happened here anyway? I don’t remember much after we came in the house.
The older man chuckles and strokes his long gray beard.
George: You decided that drinkin’ two pints of Walter Rose’s best Moonshine “might trigger a memory”. Those were your exact words. You puked on Hank, who was too drunk to drive home from just a few sips.
Mason just shakes his head, looking embarrassed.
Mason: I’m sorry Dad,that was stupid of me.
George: Oh it was plenty stupid, but it was damn funny. You better get some sleep though; we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.
George could tell by the look of confusion on his sons face that he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
George: Don’t remember do ya?
Mason: No.
George: You wanted me to take you to see your kids.
The tone in George’s voice changes as he continues to speak.
George: I think it’s gonna be a rough day for you and for them. Not to mention we have to deal with that whore you used to be married to.
Mason: Dad! She’s the mother of my children.
George: That don’t make her any less of a whore. Her and that pretty boy she married have cut me out of those kids life…
Mason tries to interrupt but George just keeps talking.
George: …they were the only piece of you I had left. I thought you were gone for good and I only saw them twice the whole time. It was a really rough couple of years, son. I know ya loved her at one point but she’s a miserable human being. I don’t want you going in there tomorrow expecting anyone to be happy to see you. They’ve moved on, hell I think everyone did except me. I just couldn’t, I was the proudest Dad in the world.
The words George spoke were filled with emotion and Mason looked up at his hero with a smile.
Mason: I love you Dad.
George: Love you too, boy.
Mason folded his arms behind his head and fell back on the couch while George walked back to his room and the scene faded out.
Who really won?
I'll tell you exactly who won, the fans that were in attendance that night. It may not have aired on TV but Eddie and I stole the show for the live crowd. Now we get to do it all over again with the added element that Jayson Matthews brings to the match. My goal for this week isn't just to win but to harass the IWF suits til they put us on the PPV and see to it they don't regret that decision.
For that to happen Eddie and Jayson have to put in the same kind of effort that I plan to, but I don't think that'll be a problem. Eddie we've been in the ring together already and I still feel it. You're by far the toughest guy I've ever faced, granted there's not much to compare you to but I'll venture to say when it comes to sheer toughness there’s not many on the whole IWF roster tougher.
I could say on that night that you and I faced off I was 3 seconds better but I wasn't, I was lucky. I don't like relying on luck, so this week I have to leave no doubt that I am better than not only you but Jayson as well. See Eddie, I got my hand raised the first time, but I wasn’t better. The difference between then and now comes down to a word you’ve used when referring to me on multiple occasions because of my service to the country and that’s respect.
You beat respect into me.
Eddie, I didn’t respect your style or your years of leaving everything you have in the ring. Now I do. I saw and I felt how much you love doing what you do, it’s the same kind of love I had for being a Ranger. There’s nothing pretty about what you do but it’s effective and you’re good at it. I called it garbage wrestling and so did you, but it’s far from garbage and because of you it’s now I a style I will never disrespect again. I also won’t disrespect you.
I didn’t just disrespect you, I underestimated you. I know it’s not often you hear the guy who won a match say he underestimated his opponent but I completely underestimated you and now I have loose teeth because of it. This time I know what to expect and I know better than to take you lightly. I respect you Eddie, and when I beat you this week maybe you’ll respect not only my years in the service but what I can do in the ring.
And now the X Factor.
Jayson, no offense but I honestly wish this were one on one between Eddie and myself. We’ve clearly got unfinished business but it seems you’ve now become part of our business. So since you’re going to be there I hope you found a fan shot video on Youtube of our match a few weeks back, just so you can see what you’ve got to look forward to.
I’m sure you have since you like to prance around with your iPhone. Not knocking the technology either, cause Facetime was the only way I could see my kids while I was fighting a war. You just seem like the type that would abuse it and take pictures of your food, your poop, or a lot of shots of yourself. You don’t have to confirm or deny it, I know I’m right.
Guys like you just really get under my skin.
It’s funny though. I’ll be perfectly honest, Jayson I don’t know shit about you other than what I’ve seen these last few weeks. That was enough for me to know that you and I wouldn’t get along. I don’t like the way you talk, hell I’d rather hear Eddie Black read Shakespeare and he sounds like he’s got a mouth full of marbles most of the time. Maybe it’s the age gap and I’m not up on the modern lingo, but I’m only 30. Or maybe, just maybe I am out of the loop because I was stuck in a place where there was nothing but sand around for miles and no one spoke English.
I guess I can’t hate you for having fun; I was forced to grow up fast because I joined the Army. You just seem like that frat boy that just never grew up, period. I mean you have more experience inside a wrestling ring than I do at this point, but you lack the maturity to expect to have a long a career. Have fun, smile, but there comes a time to take things serious. This’d be a good time to start. I’m not Randy whatever the hell his name was and Eddie Black damn sure isn’t Mr. Chuckles.
If you go into this PPV expecting to come out with a smile on your face, it’ll just be to count the missing teeth courtesy of either myself or Mr. Black.
I can’t completely disregard your talent though just based on your personality. I think I’m better than you, in fact I know I am, but I’m not overlooking you. You’ve been a champion before elsewhere, and that’s something I want to be here. Even if the quality of the talent wasn’t quite Imperial’s level it still takes skills to be a champion. You’ve got an exciting style and can pull off moves I wouldn’t even dream of attempting. You’re certainly more well known than I am because of your relationship with Steve Awesome so you’re probably the favorite to win this match in the eyes of many. I think it’s great that you have Steve around. I’m a big fan. It’ll be good to have him there to talk to after this match.
It’ll be a shoulder to cry on cause Mason St. Croix kicked your ass at October Revolution.
Totes.
Dude.
The room was engulfed in flames as Mason tried to focus his eyes through the smoke. Clad only in a plain white t-shirt and his boxers he crawled on his stomach towards an open door while the fire spread around him. He could hear people talking, screaming, and crying just outside as he struggled to breathe. He reached the door and rolled out onto the ground. Lying on his back and gasping for air, Mason’s eyes darted around at the women sobbing uncontrollably as soldiers pulled charred bodies from the burning buildings.
Soldier: This is the last one, Sir.
A young soldier carefully placed a still smoldering corpse next to a pile. An older man, obviously his commanding officer, surveyed the horrific scene before him.
Commander: Any survivors?
Soldier: No sir, they’re all dead.
This caused Mason to try to speak up but no words would come out, then everything went black.
I’m not dead…
I’m not dead…
I’m not dead…
Mason woke to his father shaking him. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping and looked at George standing over him, half awake. The room was a disaster. The small coffee table that sat in the middle had three empty pint jars sitting on it and shirtless Hank was lying on the floor in the corner, snoring.
George: Bad Dream?
Mason: Yeah you could say that. It felt so real, like I was really there.
George sat down on the couch next to him and flops back.
George: Maybe you were. I mean not then, but you could be remembering something that happened while you were missing.
Mason: I hope not, it was horrible.
George stands up and stretches.
George: Well you can tell me about it in the morning, but my old ass has got to get some sleep. You done kept me up way past my bedtime.
Mason: What happened here anyway? I don’t remember much after we came in the house.
The older man chuckles and strokes his long gray beard.
George: You decided that drinkin’ two pints of Walter Rose’s best Moonshine “might trigger a memory”. Those were your exact words. You puked on Hank, who was too drunk to drive home from just a few sips.
Mason just shakes his head, looking embarrassed.
Mason: I’m sorry Dad,that was stupid of me.
George: Oh it was plenty stupid, but it was damn funny. You better get some sleep though; we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.
George could tell by the look of confusion on his sons face that he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
George: Don’t remember do ya?
Mason: No.
George: You wanted me to take you to see your kids.
The tone in George’s voice changes as he continues to speak.
George: I think it’s gonna be a rough day for you and for them. Not to mention we have to deal with that whore you used to be married to.
Mason: Dad! She’s the mother of my children.
George: That don’t make her any less of a whore. Her and that pretty boy she married have cut me out of those kids life…
Mason tries to interrupt but George just keeps talking.
George: …they were the only piece of you I had left. I thought you were gone for good and I only saw them twice the whole time. It was a really rough couple of years, son. I know ya loved her at one point but she’s a miserable human being. I don’t want you going in there tomorrow expecting anyone to be happy to see you. They’ve moved on, hell I think everyone did except me. I just couldn’t, I was the proudest Dad in the world.
The words George spoke were filled with emotion and Mason looked up at his hero with a smile.
Mason: I love you Dad.
George: Love you too, boy.
Mason folded his arms behind his head and fell back on the couch while George walked back to his room and the scene faded out.
Well howdy there pardner.