Post by Mason St. Croix on Nov 16, 2013 19:59:27 GMT
I was taught years ago that an angry mind is a narrow mind, and a narrow mind can get you hurt or killed. I really hope that what I’m feeling right now at this very moment subsides between now and Survival of the Fittest, because what I feel goes way beyond anger. I’d call it…
Blind fucking rage.
It took four of you sorry bastards and a few stomps and kicks from your filthy whore to keep me down. I fought Eddie Black twice and lived to tell about it so it’ll take a lot more than you pricks in The Empire to keep me from getting back up I can promise you that. I don’t know your reasons for making an enemy out of me other than your glorious king, Spike Kane, saw me qualify for the Extinction Event match and he felt threatened.
I’m not sure why though, he’s a bonafide legend and I’m the first to admit I’m still as green as the stuff that oozes from Amber Richards snatch. I wasn’t a threat to your Imperial Championship, Spike. I’ve got no business even thinking about the biggest prize this company has to offer but this little beat down that you and your boys gave me has pissed me off enough that I went from being a non-factor to extremely dangerous to everyone involved.
You can thank Spike.
Another couple of guys who can thank Spike are Mike Machado and Gerald Killingbeck, collectively known as Defenders of the Realm. I feel sorry for you two, you did nothing to deserve the type of brutality I plan to unleash on you other than being the first ones I’m stepping in the ring with after that cowardly assault by The Empire. You may not deserve it, but you’re gonna get it.
As furious as I am I’d face you both by myself but unfortunately for you you’ve also got to deal with a Hall of Fame wrestler in Davey Ortega. Davey has had a few big wins lately but he’s had a couple of setbacks as well, one at my own hands because of his solitary focus on destroying Spike Kane and The Empire. I didn’t get it before but after the beatdown I got at the hands of Spike and his goons but I get it now Davey. All I have to say to you is…
Save it for Survival of the Fittest.
This week we need to be focused on Machado and Killingbeck. Next week we take out the king, this week we need to work as a cohesive unit to defeat the court jester and his ogre. It may seem like a meaningless match to you Davey but I feel like it’s a test to see if you and I can work together. I think with my new found fury we can. I understand now what your ultimate goal is but I work one week at a time and this week Defenders of the Realm will see that you and I can be a very formidable team.
It would appear Mike Machado has a “new attitude”. Nice to see your balls have dropped Mike, but you picked a bad week to try and be a tough guy. My little comment about you being the court jester was just me following suit with the general opinion of you up to this point. I’m glad you have decided to stop being a doormat and the butt of everyones jokes but I’m a fucking animal and Spike Kane just busted down the door to my cage.
You’re a star Mike; people can’t help but cheer for your goofy antics and that glorious mustache. I too am someone the fans are behind week in and week out because of my service to this country. Hopefully it’s just a one time thing but I plan to give them their first reason to boo me this week when I lift you into the air and violently bring you crashing into the mat on the back of your head. It’s called The Ranger’s Way and no one gets up from it Mike, you and your new attitude won’t be any different.
On the other hand there’s you Gerald. A guy who’s massive size may provide some difficulty when I try to lift you. I’m confident I can, but if I do you’ll probably be confined to a wheel chair the rest of your life because that much weight crashing down is sure to snap your neck. I’m not out to end anyone’s career though so I’ll just find another way to beat you or toss you out of the ring and beat up your boss. Either way you’re going to lose.
You and Mike both can try to put all the doubt in the World into Davey’s head that I’d just as soon put his lights out than team with him but you’re wrong. I have no intentions of fighting Davey Ortega, we had our match, but now we’re teammates both this week and next. I’ll be as loyal to him as I was the men in I served with in Iraq and Afghanistan. Even though you and Machado are an actual tag team, me and Mr. Ortega shouldn’t have our loyalty to each other questioned, but maybe you should.
How loyal are you Gerald?
I mean I just don’t get it Gerry. You could crush Mike like a piss ant yet you’re subservient and take his beatings for him. How long do you plan on being a 415lb lapdog? Somewhere deep down in that giant noggin of yours has to be thoughts that you could be a star on your own. With your size alone you’re a force to be reckoned with. I’m not trying to plant any seeds for you to turn your back on Mike, cause loyalty is a great quality to have but it has to get frustrating.
I hope I’m wrong and The Defenders of the Real go on to have a long partnership that results in many tag team championship reigns but this week you’re going to suffer your first loss as a team because you’re about to run into an extremely angry wrecking machine named Mason St. Croix.
And Davey Ortega too.
Mason paced anxiously in front of the door inside the living room of his father’s home. George sat a few feet away with a remote in his hand flipping between college football games. He slams the remote down and looks up at his son.
George: Damnit boy, would you sit down. Hank’ll be here soon.
Mason goes over and sits in front of the old Dell desktop computer in the corner.
Mason: I just wish you’d let me go on by myself.
George: You ain’t driving my truck with your head all screwed up. We’d already be there if you’d let me take you.
Mason: I know how you and Erica get along and I want the first time I’ve seen the kids in two years to go as smoothly as possible.
Mason turns and looks at the computer screen and then back at his Dad.
Mason: Does this old thing have the internet hooked up to it?
George: Well yeah, I’m old but I ain’t dead. How else would I get my porn?
Mason just shakes his head in disgust and turns the computer chair around and begins clicking around with the mouse.
George: What are you gonna do on there?
Mason: I wanted to check and see if my old bank account was still open. I’m sure with no deposit in two years they’ve closed it but if there’s anything in it I was going to have Hank run my by Walmart so I can pick up some things for Jack and Emmie.
George leans forward on the couch and reaches for his wallet while Mason logs in to the bank website.
George: Here I’ve got plenty of money, you can….
Suddenly Mason spins the chair around, his eyes wide with shock.
Mason: Oh my God.
George: What is it?
Mason: Just come here and look at this.
George gets up and walks over to the computer and leans over Mason’s shoulder and Mason point to a number on the screen that reads Account Balance: 1,200,000. George grabs his chest feigning a heart attack.
George: That’s 1.2 million dollars, where the hell did it come from?
Mason: I don’t know. There’s been a $50,000 monthly deposit in my account from something with the initials U.S.D.I.A.I for the last two years.
George: Well look it up, this might be a key to finding out where you’ve been.
Mason types the initials into a search engine.
Mason: It’s not giving me anything. You think the bank could trace it?
George: It’s possible. The bank’s closed now though.
Mason places his hands behind his head and lets out a sigh of relief.
Mason: These deposits in my bank account could finally give me some answers.
George: It’s also a hell of a lot of money, you can really get the kids something nice now.
Mason: You think it’s safe to spend it?
George looks at Mason as if he’d ask the stupidest question ever.
George: It’s in your bank account, it’s your money. I’m curious what you did to earn it though, hope it ain’t nothing I’m gonna have to disown you for.
Mason: I highly doubt that.
They both turn their attention to the sound of a vehicle pulling in the driveway and Mason stands up and starts towards the door.
Mason: Well that’s Hank, I’ll be back after while. I’m so relieved that I’ve got at least something to go on and so excited to see the kids. It’s going to be a good day, Dad.
George: I hope so son, but listen… don’t go telling people about that money.
Mason: Who am I gonna tell? I’m just going to see Hank and the kids.
George: No one, not the kids or Hank.
Mason just looks surprised.
Mason: You got trust issues Dad.
George: Damn right I do, when it comes to money people do strange things. Even the people you thought you could trust the most can do unthinkable things if money is involved.
The honking of a horn can be heard from outside.
Mason: Well I won’t say anything, see ya Dad.
Mason goes out the door and George goes over to the couch and sits back down as the scene fades.
Blind fucking rage.
It took four of you sorry bastards and a few stomps and kicks from your filthy whore to keep me down. I fought Eddie Black twice and lived to tell about it so it’ll take a lot more than you pricks in The Empire to keep me from getting back up I can promise you that. I don’t know your reasons for making an enemy out of me other than your glorious king, Spike Kane, saw me qualify for the Extinction Event match and he felt threatened.
I’m not sure why though, he’s a bonafide legend and I’m the first to admit I’m still as green as the stuff that oozes from Amber Richards snatch. I wasn’t a threat to your Imperial Championship, Spike. I’ve got no business even thinking about the biggest prize this company has to offer but this little beat down that you and your boys gave me has pissed me off enough that I went from being a non-factor to extremely dangerous to everyone involved.
You can thank Spike.
Another couple of guys who can thank Spike are Mike Machado and Gerald Killingbeck, collectively known as Defenders of the Realm. I feel sorry for you two, you did nothing to deserve the type of brutality I plan to unleash on you other than being the first ones I’m stepping in the ring with after that cowardly assault by The Empire. You may not deserve it, but you’re gonna get it.
As furious as I am I’d face you both by myself but unfortunately for you you’ve also got to deal with a Hall of Fame wrestler in Davey Ortega. Davey has had a few big wins lately but he’s had a couple of setbacks as well, one at my own hands because of his solitary focus on destroying Spike Kane and The Empire. I didn’t get it before but after the beatdown I got at the hands of Spike and his goons but I get it now Davey. All I have to say to you is…
Save it for Survival of the Fittest.
This week we need to be focused on Machado and Killingbeck. Next week we take out the king, this week we need to work as a cohesive unit to defeat the court jester and his ogre. It may seem like a meaningless match to you Davey but I feel like it’s a test to see if you and I can work together. I think with my new found fury we can. I understand now what your ultimate goal is but I work one week at a time and this week Defenders of the Realm will see that you and I can be a very formidable team.
It would appear Mike Machado has a “new attitude”. Nice to see your balls have dropped Mike, but you picked a bad week to try and be a tough guy. My little comment about you being the court jester was just me following suit with the general opinion of you up to this point. I’m glad you have decided to stop being a doormat and the butt of everyones jokes but I’m a fucking animal and Spike Kane just busted down the door to my cage.
You’re a star Mike; people can’t help but cheer for your goofy antics and that glorious mustache. I too am someone the fans are behind week in and week out because of my service to this country. Hopefully it’s just a one time thing but I plan to give them their first reason to boo me this week when I lift you into the air and violently bring you crashing into the mat on the back of your head. It’s called The Ranger’s Way and no one gets up from it Mike, you and your new attitude won’t be any different.
On the other hand there’s you Gerald. A guy who’s massive size may provide some difficulty when I try to lift you. I’m confident I can, but if I do you’ll probably be confined to a wheel chair the rest of your life because that much weight crashing down is sure to snap your neck. I’m not out to end anyone’s career though so I’ll just find another way to beat you or toss you out of the ring and beat up your boss. Either way you’re going to lose.
You and Mike both can try to put all the doubt in the World into Davey’s head that I’d just as soon put his lights out than team with him but you’re wrong. I have no intentions of fighting Davey Ortega, we had our match, but now we’re teammates both this week and next. I’ll be as loyal to him as I was the men in I served with in Iraq and Afghanistan. Even though you and Machado are an actual tag team, me and Mr. Ortega shouldn’t have our loyalty to each other questioned, but maybe you should.
How loyal are you Gerald?
I mean I just don’t get it Gerry. You could crush Mike like a piss ant yet you’re subservient and take his beatings for him. How long do you plan on being a 415lb lapdog? Somewhere deep down in that giant noggin of yours has to be thoughts that you could be a star on your own. With your size alone you’re a force to be reckoned with. I’m not trying to plant any seeds for you to turn your back on Mike, cause loyalty is a great quality to have but it has to get frustrating.
I hope I’m wrong and The Defenders of the Real go on to have a long partnership that results in many tag team championship reigns but this week you’re going to suffer your first loss as a team because you’re about to run into an extremely angry wrecking machine named Mason St. Croix.
And Davey Ortega too.
Mason paced anxiously in front of the door inside the living room of his father’s home. George sat a few feet away with a remote in his hand flipping between college football games. He slams the remote down and looks up at his son.
George: Damnit boy, would you sit down. Hank’ll be here soon.
Mason goes over and sits in front of the old Dell desktop computer in the corner.
Mason: I just wish you’d let me go on by myself.
George: You ain’t driving my truck with your head all screwed up. We’d already be there if you’d let me take you.
Mason: I know how you and Erica get along and I want the first time I’ve seen the kids in two years to go as smoothly as possible.
Mason turns and looks at the computer screen and then back at his Dad.
Mason: Does this old thing have the internet hooked up to it?
George: Well yeah, I’m old but I ain’t dead. How else would I get my porn?
Mason just shakes his head in disgust and turns the computer chair around and begins clicking around with the mouse.
George: What are you gonna do on there?
Mason: I wanted to check and see if my old bank account was still open. I’m sure with no deposit in two years they’ve closed it but if there’s anything in it I was going to have Hank run my by Walmart so I can pick up some things for Jack and Emmie.
George leans forward on the couch and reaches for his wallet while Mason logs in to the bank website.
George: Here I’ve got plenty of money, you can….
Suddenly Mason spins the chair around, his eyes wide with shock.
Mason: Oh my God.
George: What is it?
Mason: Just come here and look at this.
George gets up and walks over to the computer and leans over Mason’s shoulder and Mason point to a number on the screen that reads Account Balance: 1,200,000. George grabs his chest feigning a heart attack.
George: That’s 1.2 million dollars, where the hell did it come from?
Mason: I don’t know. There’s been a $50,000 monthly deposit in my account from something with the initials U.S.D.I.A.I for the last two years.
George: Well look it up, this might be a key to finding out where you’ve been.
Mason types the initials into a search engine.
Mason: It’s not giving me anything. You think the bank could trace it?
George: It’s possible. The bank’s closed now though.
Mason places his hands behind his head and lets out a sigh of relief.
Mason: These deposits in my bank account could finally give me some answers.
George: It’s also a hell of a lot of money, you can really get the kids something nice now.
Mason: You think it’s safe to spend it?
George looks at Mason as if he’d ask the stupidest question ever.
George: It’s in your bank account, it’s your money. I’m curious what you did to earn it though, hope it ain’t nothing I’m gonna have to disown you for.
Mason: I highly doubt that.
They both turn their attention to the sound of a vehicle pulling in the driveway and Mason stands up and starts towards the door.
Mason: Well that’s Hank, I’ll be back after while. I’m so relieved that I’ve got at least something to go on and so excited to see the kids. It’s going to be a good day, Dad.
George: I hope so son, but listen… don’t go telling people about that money.
Mason: Who am I gonna tell? I’m just going to see Hank and the kids.
George: No one, not the kids or Hank.
Mason just looks surprised.
Mason: You got trust issues Dad.
George: Damn right I do, when it comes to money people do strange things. Even the people you thought you could trust the most can do unthinkable things if money is involved.
The honking of a horn can be heard from outside.
Mason: Well I won’t say anything, see ya Dad.
Mason goes out the door and George goes over to the couch and sits back down as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.