Post by Mason St. Croix on Oct 27, 2013 19:22:46 GMT
Wow, what a match we put on at October Revolution. I want to thank Eddie Black again, and also thank Jayson Matthews. You two gave me the best match of my career thus far. It was an honor to share the ring with you gentlemen and neither one of you has a damn thing to ashamed of in your performance. It all came down to one thing.
On that night I was better.
If any combination of the three of us ever face off again the outcome could be different, but that night it was my time. I’m 3-0, undefeated, which brings the added pressure of trying to keep that zero there while also getting a step up in competition. This is meant as no offense to Jayson or Eddie, but this week I’m facing a huge step up in competition.
Davey Ortega.
Mr. Ortega you are a true legend and your placement in the NCW Hall of Fame signifies that. I know at this point in my career I’d be a fool to say that I’m better than you like I could to all my previous opponents. I’m not better than you Davey, one day maybe I will be but at this point our paths are crossing while my legacy is just beginning and I don’t know what I’ll be remembered for in the long run.
You’ve built your legacy by being great at what you do, but every week you tarnish it more and more by being so obsessed with Spike Kane that you’re losing to guys you never should have lost to like Nero Blake. I’m the next guy you’re going to lose to that you shouldn’t have because you said yourself that you’re not focused on me. You’re focused on this war that you’ve waged against the Imperial Champion.
A war you won’t win.
That’s what you’ll be remembered for Davey. You won’t be remembered as a Hall of Famer who’s won countless championships and defeated some of the best the business has ever seen. You won’t be remembered as the evil genius who could outsmart any opponent. You’ll be remembered as the guy who became so consumed with all things Kane that he turned into nothing more than a win in the rising careers of future stars like Killian Creed and Mason St. Croix.
I almost slipped up and said an easy win but I know nothing about defeating you will be easy, Ortega. I know better than to even attempt to hit you with The Ranger’s Way, I’m sure you’ve already got a counter figured out in that giant brain of yours. Instead I’ll just take the easy route and when you’re drifting off to daydream about finally getting your hands on Spike, I’ll finally get to use my other finisher that I’ve yet to even attempt in an IWF ring and you’ll meet your Reckoning.
Either that or I’ll just roll you up.
Cause let’s face it Davey, you’ve made it perfectly clear by placing far more of your attention on seemingly everyone BUT me that even though I’m the guy that’ll be standing across the ring from you, you’re not concerned about me winning. I’m going to though because rather than spending more time name dropping and talking about people who have absolutely no impact on our match what so ever, I’m talking about you Davey. I’m focused on you and you alone because what happened last week is done, what’ll happen next week doesn’t matter.
What matters is what’s right in front of us, and that’s each other. I’m going to beat you Davey, not because I’m better than you but because I’ve got nothing else to preoccupy myself with. No arch rivals, rivals families, rivals friends, rivals former tag team partners. I’ve got nothing to to look past you towards. I live in the here and now and right here, right now all you are is…
Next.
Mason stood outside the door of the home where his children now resided with Erica and Anthony. He was dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt that read #1 Dad. Under his left arm was a big pink stuffed teddy bear and in his hand was a copy of the Batman Arkham City video game. With his free hand he reached out and rang the doorbell. No one came to the door for a few moments but finally the door opened and a beautiful little girl with blonde curls answered the door and Mason’s face lit up with a smile.
Mason: Hey Emmie.
The little girl just stood there staring through the glass storm door at her father before turning away to her mother who was approaching.
Emmie: Mommy there’s some strange man at the door.
Mason’s heart sunk as Erica ushered Emmie into the other room and came to the door.
Erica: I’m so sorry Mason, she doesn’t remember you.
Rather than open the door, Erica just slams it in his face and Mason drops the bear and the game and falls to his knees with his eyes full of tears.
Mason: Remember me! Please, please remember me….
Suddenly Mason opens his eyes to find himself slumped over the steering wheel of his father’s old pickup truck with George shaking him.
George: Wake the hell up boy!
Mason sits up in the seat of the truck, confused.
Mason: What’s going on, Dad?
George: You tell me. I got a call about 30 minutes ago that someone seen my truck parked on the side of Old Mill Road. You just decide to pull over and take a nap or what?
Mason just remains quiet, deep in thought about what must have been a dream.
George: Well?
Mason: I don’t know, I guess I must have blacked out. What time is it?
George looks down at his watch.
George: It’s a quarter til four.
Mason: Geez, I dropped Erica of at two. I’ve been out here almost two hours.
George: Yeah and you must have been having another one of those crazy dreams. When I woke ya up this time you were cryin’ and snotin’ all over my steering wheel.
Mason just looks down, still thinking about how real it felt.
Mason: This one wasn’t like the others, Dad. I dreamed I went to see the kids and Emmie didn’t remember me.
George just shakes his head.
George: That’s silly, that little girl misses you more than anyone did. Let’s talk about this on the way home it’s getting chilly out here. Hank gave me a ride out here so I’m going to go tell him thanks before he takes off.
Hearing that Emmie actually missed him brings a smile to Mason’s face. George walks back to where Hank is pulled in behind them and Mason looks up and watches in the rear view mirror as they seem to be having a pretty deep conversation. Finally Hank takes off and waves as he drives past in the Rambler while George walks back to the truck.
George: Slide over, I’m driving.
Mason: I can drive.
George: No ya can’t, I don’t want you blacking out while we’re moving.
Mason slides over to the passenger’s side of the truck and George gets behind the while and starts it up before taking off down the road.
Mason: You seem worried.
George: Well hell yeah I’m worried. I just got you back and now you’re going all crazy, having these wild dreams, and blacking out in the middle of the day. I think maybe we should do what we should have done when Hank first found you on the beach.
Mason: What?
George: Take you to the doctor.
Mason nods in agreement.
Mason: I think you’re right. I mean I feel fine, but these headaches I’m having are almost more than I can stand.
George: You didn’t say anything about any headaches, but I think you need to get your head examined not just by a medical doctor but by a shrink.
Mason: Maybe so.
They remain silent for a few minutes as the truck rolls to a stop at a red light. Mason looks over at his father and smiles.
Mason: So you really think Emmie will remember me Dad?
George: Of course she will, she’s always been a Daddy’s Girl. I gave her one of your old Patrol Caps, and she wouldn’t have but Erica had to threaten to burn it to keep here from wearing it in her second grade school pictures. That little girl loves you son.
Mason just looks away to keep his father from seeing the single tear that rolled down his cheek as the truck took off and the scene faded.
On that night I was better.
If any combination of the three of us ever face off again the outcome could be different, but that night it was my time. I’m 3-0, undefeated, which brings the added pressure of trying to keep that zero there while also getting a step up in competition. This is meant as no offense to Jayson or Eddie, but this week I’m facing a huge step up in competition.
Davey Ortega.
Mr. Ortega you are a true legend and your placement in the NCW Hall of Fame signifies that. I know at this point in my career I’d be a fool to say that I’m better than you like I could to all my previous opponents. I’m not better than you Davey, one day maybe I will be but at this point our paths are crossing while my legacy is just beginning and I don’t know what I’ll be remembered for in the long run.
You’ve built your legacy by being great at what you do, but every week you tarnish it more and more by being so obsessed with Spike Kane that you’re losing to guys you never should have lost to like Nero Blake. I’m the next guy you’re going to lose to that you shouldn’t have because you said yourself that you’re not focused on me. You’re focused on this war that you’ve waged against the Imperial Champion.
A war you won’t win.
That’s what you’ll be remembered for Davey. You won’t be remembered as a Hall of Famer who’s won countless championships and defeated some of the best the business has ever seen. You won’t be remembered as the evil genius who could outsmart any opponent. You’ll be remembered as the guy who became so consumed with all things Kane that he turned into nothing more than a win in the rising careers of future stars like Killian Creed and Mason St. Croix.
I almost slipped up and said an easy win but I know nothing about defeating you will be easy, Ortega. I know better than to even attempt to hit you with The Ranger’s Way, I’m sure you’ve already got a counter figured out in that giant brain of yours. Instead I’ll just take the easy route and when you’re drifting off to daydream about finally getting your hands on Spike, I’ll finally get to use my other finisher that I’ve yet to even attempt in an IWF ring and you’ll meet your Reckoning.
Either that or I’ll just roll you up.
Cause let’s face it Davey, you’ve made it perfectly clear by placing far more of your attention on seemingly everyone BUT me that even though I’m the guy that’ll be standing across the ring from you, you’re not concerned about me winning. I’m going to though because rather than spending more time name dropping and talking about people who have absolutely no impact on our match what so ever, I’m talking about you Davey. I’m focused on you and you alone because what happened last week is done, what’ll happen next week doesn’t matter.
What matters is what’s right in front of us, and that’s each other. I’m going to beat you Davey, not because I’m better than you but because I’ve got nothing else to preoccupy myself with. No arch rivals, rivals families, rivals friends, rivals former tag team partners. I’ve got nothing to to look past you towards. I live in the here and now and right here, right now all you are is…
Next.
Mason stood outside the door of the home where his children now resided with Erica and Anthony. He was dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt that read #1 Dad. Under his left arm was a big pink stuffed teddy bear and in his hand was a copy of the Batman Arkham City video game. With his free hand he reached out and rang the doorbell. No one came to the door for a few moments but finally the door opened and a beautiful little girl with blonde curls answered the door and Mason’s face lit up with a smile.
Mason: Hey Emmie.
The little girl just stood there staring through the glass storm door at her father before turning away to her mother who was approaching.
Emmie: Mommy there’s some strange man at the door.
Mason’s heart sunk as Erica ushered Emmie into the other room and came to the door.
Erica: I’m so sorry Mason, she doesn’t remember you.
Rather than open the door, Erica just slams it in his face and Mason drops the bear and the game and falls to his knees with his eyes full of tears.
Mason: Remember me! Please, please remember me….
Suddenly Mason opens his eyes to find himself slumped over the steering wheel of his father’s old pickup truck with George shaking him.
George: Wake the hell up boy!
Mason sits up in the seat of the truck, confused.
Mason: What’s going on, Dad?
George: You tell me. I got a call about 30 minutes ago that someone seen my truck parked on the side of Old Mill Road. You just decide to pull over and take a nap or what?
Mason just remains quiet, deep in thought about what must have been a dream.
George: Well?
Mason: I don’t know, I guess I must have blacked out. What time is it?
George looks down at his watch.
George: It’s a quarter til four.
Mason: Geez, I dropped Erica of at two. I’ve been out here almost two hours.
George: Yeah and you must have been having another one of those crazy dreams. When I woke ya up this time you were cryin’ and snotin’ all over my steering wheel.
Mason just looks down, still thinking about how real it felt.
Mason: This one wasn’t like the others, Dad. I dreamed I went to see the kids and Emmie didn’t remember me.
George just shakes his head.
George: That’s silly, that little girl misses you more than anyone did. Let’s talk about this on the way home it’s getting chilly out here. Hank gave me a ride out here so I’m going to go tell him thanks before he takes off.
Hearing that Emmie actually missed him brings a smile to Mason’s face. George walks back to where Hank is pulled in behind them and Mason looks up and watches in the rear view mirror as they seem to be having a pretty deep conversation. Finally Hank takes off and waves as he drives past in the Rambler while George walks back to the truck.
George: Slide over, I’m driving.
Mason: I can drive.
George: No ya can’t, I don’t want you blacking out while we’re moving.
Mason slides over to the passenger’s side of the truck and George gets behind the while and starts it up before taking off down the road.
Mason: You seem worried.
George: Well hell yeah I’m worried. I just got you back and now you’re going all crazy, having these wild dreams, and blacking out in the middle of the day. I think maybe we should do what we should have done when Hank first found you on the beach.
Mason: What?
George: Take you to the doctor.
Mason nods in agreement.
Mason: I think you’re right. I mean I feel fine, but these headaches I’m having are almost more than I can stand.
George: You didn’t say anything about any headaches, but I think you need to get your head examined not just by a medical doctor but by a shrink.
Mason: Maybe so.
They remain silent for a few minutes as the truck rolls to a stop at a red light. Mason looks over at his father and smiles.
Mason: So you really think Emmie will remember me Dad?
George: Of course she will, she’s always been a Daddy’s Girl. I gave her one of your old Patrol Caps, and she wouldn’t have but Erica had to threaten to burn it to keep here from wearing it in her second grade school pictures. That little girl loves you son.
Mason just looks away to keep his father from seeing the single tear that rolled down his cheek as the truck took off and the scene faded.
Well howdy there pardner.