Post by Mason St. Croix on Oct 20, 2013 16:48:33 GMT
I was wrong, I admit it. I thought you were immature, Jayson, and I’d like to apologize to all the immature people in the world because that’s clearly not your problem. You aren’t immature.
You’re a grade A, window licking, helmet wearing RETARD.
I’m talking way too many chromosomes. I’m not sure how you function in your daily life without a certified caregiver accompanying you everywhere you go. I’m already feeling guilty about kicking your ass on Sunday. I mean I’ve done horrible things in my life; I shot a kid not much older than my own son because he had a bomb strapped to his chest. I’m not proud of it and it haunts me sometimes but I know I was protecting people. I’m not sure how I can justify this one, but I’ve got a job to do.
That job Jayson is to defeat you and Eddie Black on Sunday.
Seriously, I know you’re not really a retard, you’re just really fucking stupid. Here’s some facts for you, I’m not an ex-marine, I’m a former United States Army Ranger. I’ve made that fact very clear, so clear people are probably tired of hearing me talk about it but when you’re as proud as I am of being a Ranger and coming from a family of Ranger’s it’s gonna get talked about. Maybe you’re just too damn dumb to know the difference or maybe, maybe you’re just doing it to get under my skin. If it’s the later, it worked, DUDE.
You were just the odd man out like you said, now you’re my target. I think your total disrespect for Eddie may have made you his target as well. That’s a dangerous situation to put yourself in just because of a few moronic comments. I don’t care how much experience you have or how much deep down you really do take wrestling serious even though it doesn’t show. You may wow the crowd with your unique style of offense but all it takes is for me drop you on the back of your head ONE TIME with The Ranger’s Way and you’re not getting up.
Maybe ever.
I would hate that because unlike Eddie, I’m not here to end careers. I don’t want to tear the flesh from your bones or even make you bleed a single drop of blood. You’ve disrespected me and angered me greatly but I’ll channel that anger into your destruction. I want to beat you up, and I’m going to but I hope you have a long healthy career and win a lot of matches, this just ain’t gonna be one of them, Jayson.
Then there’s Eddie Black. It’s weird with me and Eddie. We went to war a few weeks ago and yeah, fine I’ll take it if you say so, I won. I am proud of that fact. You’ve earned my respect though and you’ve been the main focus of my short IWF career thus far. You’re tough as shoe leather. You’ve got a foul mouth, poor hygiene, and the widest meanstreak I’ve ever seen. I can’t put my finger on what’s gone on in my mind the last few weeks but…
I like you Eddie, as hard as I tried not too.
We’re very opposite but we’ve also got a lot in common. Pride, dedication, and focus are just a few of those things. That’s why this odd bond we’ve formed through the war we had inside the ring and spending so much time talking about each other is going to make it hard for me to hand you this loss. I know you could care less about winning, but I want to see you succeed. You deserve it but I won’t allow you to choke me, make me bleed, or get any kind of satisfaction from this match.
I’m gonna put you down again Eddie, but I know you’ll get back up.
That’s what guys like us do, we bounce back. I know there’s a chance all my confidence and faith in myself won’t pay off and I’ll walk out with the first loss of my career. I also know that neither of you, Eddie or Jayson want this more than I do. I feel like I have something more to prove than either one of you. I want to prove that even though wrestling was never my first choice it’s where I belong now and soon I’ll belong among the elite because I’m too damn stubborn not to keep fighting through adversity.
That’s the Ranger’s Way.
The old, loud truck pulled up in front of a quaint upper-middle class home somewhere in the suburbs of Savannah. Out of the drivers side of the pickup stepped Mason St. Croix, clad in a baby blue polo, some nice jeans, and black boots. Mason surveyed two story brick house, with it’s perfectly trimmed hedges, two car garage, and children’s toys everywhere. His children. He was sure he was at the right house but mumbled under his breath.
Mason: I hope this is it.
As he walked towards the front door he picked up a black and red BMX bike, with a license plate that read “JACK” which confirmed what he thought. He walked up cobble stone pathway that lead to the door and rand the bell nervously. After a few moments an attractive blonde woman open the inner door and looked at the man before her through the full glass storm door. Her face went pale and she brought a hand to her mouth while the other one reached out and opened the door.
Woman: Mason?
Mason: Hi Erica.
She stepped out onto the small porch and wrapped her arms around him, catching Mason off guard. The moment felt awkward to him but she seemed genuinely moved by the sight of her ex-husband. Erica’s current husband Anthony appeared behind her looking at them through the door making the moment even more uncomfortable for Mason who pulled away from a tearful Erica.
Erica: How…I mean they said… Where have you been?
Mason: I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure it all out myself.
Anthony opens the door and steps out beside his wife placing an arm around her.
Anthony: Hello Mason.
Mason couldn’t stand Anthony, much less the thought of speaking to him but for Erica’s sake he tried to remain cordial.
Mason: Hi, this is a really nice place you all have got here.
Anthony: Thanks, only the best for my Erica and our kids.
Our kids. The words ran through Mason like he’d been shot.
Mason: They’re MY kids.
Anthony: Well legally…
Erica cuts him off with a death stare.
Erica: Mason there’s some things we need to talk about. Is that your Dad’s old Scotsdale?
Mason: Yeah it’s is, he was gonna come with me but I know how you and him get along so I thought it’d be better if I came alone.
Erica: Why don’t we go for a ride and talk.
Mason shoots a glare at Anthony who just drops his head.
Mason: What about him?
Erica: He won’t mind, will you Anthony?
Anthony: No dear.
Anthony turns and goes back into the house while Mason and Erica walk towards the truck. Mason opens the door and lets her in before going around to the driver’s side and starting the truck. They take off down the street and Mason looks over at the woman he once called the love of his life.
Mason: So I guess I can see who wears the pants in your relationship.
Erica: Please Mason, I know how you feel about him but he’s good to me, and to the kids.
Mason turns down a road that looks as if it’s taking them into the country.
Mason: What did he mean legally? I want to see my kids Erica.
Erica remains silent just staring out the window as they roll down the old country road.
Mason: Answer me Erica.
Erica: Anthony adopted them Mason.
Mason swallows hard feeling a lump come up in his throat.
Mason: It’s not legal… I didn’t sign away custody.
Erica: You were declared dead, they needed a father.
Suddenly Mason slams on the breaks sliding into a pull off spot by the river. He gets out of the truck and folds his arms across the hood. Erica gets out and walks around to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Mason: I’m their father.
He turns to her and she removes her hand.
Mason: I’m gonna fight this.
Erica: Mason don’t do that please, we have a good life.
Mason: It’s MY LIFE! He’s living the life I created. We could have a good life.
She leans closer to him, trying to calm him down. She places a hand on his cheek.
Erica: I love him Mason… but I still love you.
She raises her head and brings her lips up to kiss him but he pulls away.
Mason: Stop it! You can’t have both and you made your choice when you screwed him in our bed while we were still married.
He turns and gets back in the truck.
Mason: Get in.
She runs around to the passenger side and he takes off, throwing gravel.
Erica: What are you doing?
Mason: I’m taking you home and I want to see my kids.
Erica: Let me talk to them first and tell them.
Mason: Why? I’m sure they’ll be happy to see me.
Erica just looks away.
Mason: Fine I’ll just drop you off, you talk to them but I’m coming back to see them.
He pulls up in front of the house and Erica gets out. She turns around about to say something but Mason’s just pulls away leaving her in the dust as the scene fades.
You’re a grade A, window licking, helmet wearing RETARD.
I’m talking way too many chromosomes. I’m not sure how you function in your daily life without a certified caregiver accompanying you everywhere you go. I’m already feeling guilty about kicking your ass on Sunday. I mean I’ve done horrible things in my life; I shot a kid not much older than my own son because he had a bomb strapped to his chest. I’m not proud of it and it haunts me sometimes but I know I was protecting people. I’m not sure how I can justify this one, but I’ve got a job to do.
That job Jayson is to defeat you and Eddie Black on Sunday.
Seriously, I know you’re not really a retard, you’re just really fucking stupid. Here’s some facts for you, I’m not an ex-marine, I’m a former United States Army Ranger. I’ve made that fact very clear, so clear people are probably tired of hearing me talk about it but when you’re as proud as I am of being a Ranger and coming from a family of Ranger’s it’s gonna get talked about. Maybe you’re just too damn dumb to know the difference or maybe, maybe you’re just doing it to get under my skin. If it’s the later, it worked, DUDE.
You were just the odd man out like you said, now you’re my target. I think your total disrespect for Eddie may have made you his target as well. That’s a dangerous situation to put yourself in just because of a few moronic comments. I don’t care how much experience you have or how much deep down you really do take wrestling serious even though it doesn’t show. You may wow the crowd with your unique style of offense but all it takes is for me drop you on the back of your head ONE TIME with The Ranger’s Way and you’re not getting up.
Maybe ever.
I would hate that because unlike Eddie, I’m not here to end careers. I don’t want to tear the flesh from your bones or even make you bleed a single drop of blood. You’ve disrespected me and angered me greatly but I’ll channel that anger into your destruction. I want to beat you up, and I’m going to but I hope you have a long healthy career and win a lot of matches, this just ain’t gonna be one of them, Jayson.
Then there’s Eddie Black. It’s weird with me and Eddie. We went to war a few weeks ago and yeah, fine I’ll take it if you say so, I won. I am proud of that fact. You’ve earned my respect though and you’ve been the main focus of my short IWF career thus far. You’re tough as shoe leather. You’ve got a foul mouth, poor hygiene, and the widest meanstreak I’ve ever seen. I can’t put my finger on what’s gone on in my mind the last few weeks but…
I like you Eddie, as hard as I tried not too.
We’re very opposite but we’ve also got a lot in common. Pride, dedication, and focus are just a few of those things. That’s why this odd bond we’ve formed through the war we had inside the ring and spending so much time talking about each other is going to make it hard for me to hand you this loss. I know you could care less about winning, but I want to see you succeed. You deserve it but I won’t allow you to choke me, make me bleed, or get any kind of satisfaction from this match.
I’m gonna put you down again Eddie, but I know you’ll get back up.
That’s what guys like us do, we bounce back. I know there’s a chance all my confidence and faith in myself won’t pay off and I’ll walk out with the first loss of my career. I also know that neither of you, Eddie or Jayson want this more than I do. I feel like I have something more to prove than either one of you. I want to prove that even though wrestling was never my first choice it’s where I belong now and soon I’ll belong among the elite because I’m too damn stubborn not to keep fighting through adversity.
That’s the Ranger’s Way.
The old, loud truck pulled up in front of a quaint upper-middle class home somewhere in the suburbs of Savannah. Out of the drivers side of the pickup stepped Mason St. Croix, clad in a baby blue polo, some nice jeans, and black boots. Mason surveyed two story brick house, with it’s perfectly trimmed hedges, two car garage, and children’s toys everywhere. His children. He was sure he was at the right house but mumbled under his breath.
Mason: I hope this is it.
As he walked towards the front door he picked up a black and red BMX bike, with a license plate that read “JACK” which confirmed what he thought. He walked up cobble stone pathway that lead to the door and rand the bell nervously. After a few moments an attractive blonde woman open the inner door and looked at the man before her through the full glass storm door. Her face went pale and she brought a hand to her mouth while the other one reached out and opened the door.
Woman: Mason?
Mason: Hi Erica.
She stepped out onto the small porch and wrapped her arms around him, catching Mason off guard. The moment felt awkward to him but she seemed genuinely moved by the sight of her ex-husband. Erica’s current husband Anthony appeared behind her looking at them through the door making the moment even more uncomfortable for Mason who pulled away from a tearful Erica.
Erica: How…I mean they said… Where have you been?
Mason: I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure it all out myself.
Anthony opens the door and steps out beside his wife placing an arm around her.
Anthony: Hello Mason.
Mason couldn’t stand Anthony, much less the thought of speaking to him but for Erica’s sake he tried to remain cordial.
Mason: Hi, this is a really nice place you all have got here.
Anthony: Thanks, only the best for my Erica and our kids.
Our kids. The words ran through Mason like he’d been shot.
Mason: They’re MY kids.
Anthony: Well legally…
Erica cuts him off with a death stare.
Erica: Mason there’s some things we need to talk about. Is that your Dad’s old Scotsdale?
Mason: Yeah it’s is, he was gonna come with me but I know how you and him get along so I thought it’d be better if I came alone.
Erica: Why don’t we go for a ride and talk.
Mason shoots a glare at Anthony who just drops his head.
Mason: What about him?
Erica: He won’t mind, will you Anthony?
Anthony: No dear.
Anthony turns and goes back into the house while Mason and Erica walk towards the truck. Mason opens the door and lets her in before going around to the driver’s side and starting the truck. They take off down the street and Mason looks over at the woman he once called the love of his life.
Mason: So I guess I can see who wears the pants in your relationship.
Erica: Please Mason, I know how you feel about him but he’s good to me, and to the kids.
Mason turns down a road that looks as if it’s taking them into the country.
Mason: What did he mean legally? I want to see my kids Erica.
Erica remains silent just staring out the window as they roll down the old country road.
Mason: Answer me Erica.
Erica: Anthony adopted them Mason.
Mason swallows hard feeling a lump come up in his throat.
Mason: It’s not legal… I didn’t sign away custody.
Erica: You were declared dead, they needed a father.
Suddenly Mason slams on the breaks sliding into a pull off spot by the river. He gets out of the truck and folds his arms across the hood. Erica gets out and walks around to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Mason: I’m their father.
He turns to her and she removes her hand.
Mason: I’m gonna fight this.
Erica: Mason don’t do that please, we have a good life.
Mason: It’s MY LIFE! He’s living the life I created. We could have a good life.
She leans closer to him, trying to calm him down. She places a hand on his cheek.
Erica: I love him Mason… but I still love you.
She raises her head and brings her lips up to kiss him but he pulls away.
Mason: Stop it! You can’t have both and you made your choice when you screwed him in our bed while we were still married.
He turns and gets back in the truck.
Mason: Get in.
She runs around to the passenger side and he takes off, throwing gravel.
Erica: What are you doing?
Mason: I’m taking you home and I want to see my kids.
Erica: Let me talk to them first and tell them.
Mason: Why? I’m sure they’ll be happy to see me.
Erica just looks away.
Mason: Fine I’ll just drop you off, you talk to them but I’m coming back to see them.
He pulls up in front of the house and Erica gets out. She turns around about to say something but Mason’s just pulls away leaving her in the dust as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.