Post by Mason St. Croix on Jan 26, 2014 8:29:08 GMT
I’ve been shot and went back to work the next day. I’ve had bombs dropped on the barracks where I was sleeping and I walked out of the burning building virtually unscathed. To say that I was lucky when it came to injuries during my time as a Ranger would be an understatement, so to have a doctor tell me the day after Christmas that my wrestling career may be over because of a Nero Blake elbow was devastating. I had a small piece of bone surgically removed from my right maxillary sinus cavity and the docs say I should be fine now, but it was certainly a scare.
I’d like to THANK Nero Blake for that.
I’d become complacent and was buying my own hype. People were telling me I couldn’t lose and I believed them. Then it happened, although I don’t remember it because of a mild concussion to go along with the broken nose, Nero defeated me fair and square. It was humbling, it allowed me to have these last three weeks to sit and think. It woke me up.
No one is unbeatable.
Now I’ve been brought back to reality. I realize that my days as a United States Army Ranger are over. I can’t continue to dwell on that life and get by on my accolades from another profession because I’m a professional wrestler now, and a damn good one, but I’ve still got a lot to learn.
Metamorphosis is a very fitting title for IWF’s Pay Per View this week. The entire landscape of the promotion has changed since I arrived here four months ago. There are faces who are gone, possibly for good, and there are even more new or returning stars that are rising up to fill those voids.
No one has risen quite like my opponent Kristoff Liam Bates. His IWF career began a little bumpy but a few loses lit a fire under his ass and he mowed through everyone put in front of him in order to win the Heavyweight Tournament and earn his shot at me.
I’ll be completely honest with you Bates, when I saw the brackets for the tournament I never thought in a million years that you’d be the guy I would be defending my IWF Heavyweight Championship against at Metamorphosis. I even sat at ringside and watched you do battle with Malaki Toala and didn’t think you had a chance. This is no slight at you or your ability; I’m just really impressed with the big Samoan. You should be very proud of your performance.
You proved me, and a lot of other people wrong though.
So for that I give you all the credit in the world. I’d also like to thank you for being the only person I’ve faced in IWF since Eddie Black in my first few matches here who wasn’t either falling in line at the heels of Spike Kane or obsessed with destroying him. It’ll be a pleasure to do battle with an opponent who is completely focused on the task at hand and that’s being IWF Heavyweight Champion. I have it, you want it, and that’s what we’re fighting for. We’re not going out there to impress any of the boys in the back and we’re not looking past each other. I like that and I appreciate the challenge you bring.
This is where the pleasantries stop though, Kris.
Please don’t ever call yourself a soldier. You probably spent your teenage years alone in the basement trying to become a Level 43 Orc while I was going to Army ROTC meetings and learning to be a soldier. You’ve earned your living outside the ring pushing a pencil and pecking away at a keyboard. Me? I spent the majority of my adult life walking through the hot ass desert with a hundred pounds of gear strapped to me, constantly in fear that I’d step wrong and be missing a leg or worse. While you were preparing for the launch of the next big technologic breakthrough I was pilling the bodies of my friends on the back of a truck so they could be shipped back to their families. You don’t know the first damn thing about what it means to be a soldier.
I faced another guy early in my IWF career who claimed to have me figured out just like you think you do Mr. Bates. He’s also a guy who plans ahead and told me that I’d never be able to hit The Ranger’s Way on him because he was too smart and he’d counter it. That guy is Davey Ortega, who I’ve become pretty good friends with since our match, but I beat him that night. You’re a smart guy, Bates, but you’re no Davey Ortega and if he couldn’t beat me you won’t. You can plan five, hell plan ten moves ahead but all it takes is ONE, that one move that’ll send you crashing down on the back of your head is the same one that no one who’s been hit with has gotten up from yet.
I have no doubt you will offer me one of the toughest challenges I’ve faced yet in my career Kristoff but I’ve had to sit on the sidelines for weeks now and watch. I’m ready to do battle and give you the shot you earned to take my title but I’m not ready to give it up.
You’ve made a hell of a climb up the ladder but I’m the guy that’s going to kick you back down a few rungs.
Mason stood at the urinal relieving himself when he heard the door to the multi-stall bathroom at Sticky Fingers Barbeque open behind him. He just assumed it was another customer who needed to use the restroom and continued urinating but then he heard the door lock. He finished, shook a couple of times, and zipped up. When he turned around standing right in front of him was Erica.
Mason: What the hell are you doing? I told you I’d be right back.
She stepped towards him with a strange look in her eyes and ran her hand down his chest.
Erica: I want you Mason.
Mason: Yeah well you had…
She puts her finger against his lips to cut him off and then moves her hand to the back of his head and pulls his face towards hers kissing him deeply. With their lips and tongues still dancing against each other’s Mason tries to turn towards the door but Erica pushes him up against the sink. She begins to rub her hand over the crotch of his jeans. Feeling him become more aroused she stops kissing his lips and begins kissing along his neck until her lips brush against his ear and she whispers to him.
Erica: I said I want you, and I think you want me too…
The words no more than escape her mouth before the former Army Ranger grabs her hips and spins her around sitting her up on the edge of the sink. Erica begins pulling her skirt up while Mason unbuckled the belt that held his jeans up and in one fluid motion his jeans and boxers were on the floor. As Erica fumbled to get her panties off Mason became frustrated and just ripped the thin material away and tossed the underwear to the ground.
Erica: You do want me don’t you?
Mason: I’ve always wanted you.
He entered her and with each thrust the back of her head hit the mirror but the pain didn’t even register as she moaned in ecstasy. Without missing a beat Mason placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Their bodies worked in rhythm until the movement of Mason’s hips became faster and harder, his face contorted and a low guttural groan came from him as Erica bit down on his hand. He leaned against her resting his forehead against the mirror. They were cheek to cheek, each breathing heavy.
Mason: I love you Erica.
Erica: I love you too Mason, I never stopped loving you no matter what you believe.
He stood up, pulled his pants up and extended a hand to help her down off the sink as they just stood and stared at each other, neither one really sure what to say.
Mason: We can make this work; I want to be there for you… and the kids.
Erica looks confused as she shakes her head.
Erica: No Mase, I have a husband.
Mason inhales deeply through his nose, anger over taking him.
Mason: Are you kidding me right now? After what we just did?
Erica: Oh honey…
She steps towards him and reaches for him but he pulls away.
Erica: That was just sex, it was obvious we both needed it.
Mason: My old man was right; you’re nothing but a whore.
The look of shock on her face is followed by her loudly slapping him and running out of the bathroom.
Mason: Erica…. wait!
Mason just stand and gazes at his own reflection in the mirror before throwing a punch that shatters it and the scene fades.
I’d like to THANK Nero Blake for that.
I’d become complacent and was buying my own hype. People were telling me I couldn’t lose and I believed them. Then it happened, although I don’t remember it because of a mild concussion to go along with the broken nose, Nero defeated me fair and square. It was humbling, it allowed me to have these last three weeks to sit and think. It woke me up.
No one is unbeatable.
Now I’ve been brought back to reality. I realize that my days as a United States Army Ranger are over. I can’t continue to dwell on that life and get by on my accolades from another profession because I’m a professional wrestler now, and a damn good one, but I’ve still got a lot to learn.
Metamorphosis is a very fitting title for IWF’s Pay Per View this week. The entire landscape of the promotion has changed since I arrived here four months ago. There are faces who are gone, possibly for good, and there are even more new or returning stars that are rising up to fill those voids.
No one has risen quite like my opponent Kristoff Liam Bates. His IWF career began a little bumpy but a few loses lit a fire under his ass and he mowed through everyone put in front of him in order to win the Heavyweight Tournament and earn his shot at me.
I’ll be completely honest with you Bates, when I saw the brackets for the tournament I never thought in a million years that you’d be the guy I would be defending my IWF Heavyweight Championship against at Metamorphosis. I even sat at ringside and watched you do battle with Malaki Toala and didn’t think you had a chance. This is no slight at you or your ability; I’m just really impressed with the big Samoan. You should be very proud of your performance.
You proved me, and a lot of other people wrong though.
So for that I give you all the credit in the world. I’d also like to thank you for being the only person I’ve faced in IWF since Eddie Black in my first few matches here who wasn’t either falling in line at the heels of Spike Kane or obsessed with destroying him. It’ll be a pleasure to do battle with an opponent who is completely focused on the task at hand and that’s being IWF Heavyweight Champion. I have it, you want it, and that’s what we’re fighting for. We’re not going out there to impress any of the boys in the back and we’re not looking past each other. I like that and I appreciate the challenge you bring.
This is where the pleasantries stop though, Kris.
Please don’t ever call yourself a soldier. You probably spent your teenage years alone in the basement trying to become a Level 43 Orc while I was going to Army ROTC meetings and learning to be a soldier. You’ve earned your living outside the ring pushing a pencil and pecking away at a keyboard. Me? I spent the majority of my adult life walking through the hot ass desert with a hundred pounds of gear strapped to me, constantly in fear that I’d step wrong and be missing a leg or worse. While you were preparing for the launch of the next big technologic breakthrough I was pilling the bodies of my friends on the back of a truck so they could be shipped back to their families. You don’t know the first damn thing about what it means to be a soldier.
I faced another guy early in my IWF career who claimed to have me figured out just like you think you do Mr. Bates. He’s also a guy who plans ahead and told me that I’d never be able to hit The Ranger’s Way on him because he was too smart and he’d counter it. That guy is Davey Ortega, who I’ve become pretty good friends with since our match, but I beat him that night. You’re a smart guy, Bates, but you’re no Davey Ortega and if he couldn’t beat me you won’t. You can plan five, hell plan ten moves ahead but all it takes is ONE, that one move that’ll send you crashing down on the back of your head is the same one that no one who’s been hit with has gotten up from yet.
I have no doubt you will offer me one of the toughest challenges I’ve faced yet in my career Kristoff but I’ve had to sit on the sidelines for weeks now and watch. I’m ready to do battle and give you the shot you earned to take my title but I’m not ready to give it up.
You’ve made a hell of a climb up the ladder but I’m the guy that’s going to kick you back down a few rungs.
Mason stood at the urinal relieving himself when he heard the door to the multi-stall bathroom at Sticky Fingers Barbeque open behind him. He just assumed it was another customer who needed to use the restroom and continued urinating but then he heard the door lock. He finished, shook a couple of times, and zipped up. When he turned around standing right in front of him was Erica.
Mason: What the hell are you doing? I told you I’d be right back.
She stepped towards him with a strange look in her eyes and ran her hand down his chest.
Erica: I want you Mason.
Mason: Yeah well you had…
She puts her finger against his lips to cut him off and then moves her hand to the back of his head and pulls his face towards hers kissing him deeply. With their lips and tongues still dancing against each other’s Mason tries to turn towards the door but Erica pushes him up against the sink. She begins to rub her hand over the crotch of his jeans. Feeling him become more aroused she stops kissing his lips and begins kissing along his neck until her lips brush against his ear and she whispers to him.
Erica: I said I want you, and I think you want me too…
The words no more than escape her mouth before the former Army Ranger grabs her hips and spins her around sitting her up on the edge of the sink. Erica begins pulling her skirt up while Mason unbuckled the belt that held his jeans up and in one fluid motion his jeans and boxers were on the floor. As Erica fumbled to get her panties off Mason became frustrated and just ripped the thin material away and tossed the underwear to the ground.
Erica: You do want me don’t you?
Mason: I’ve always wanted you.
He entered her and with each thrust the back of her head hit the mirror but the pain didn’t even register as she moaned in ecstasy. Without missing a beat Mason placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Their bodies worked in rhythm until the movement of Mason’s hips became faster and harder, his face contorted and a low guttural groan came from him as Erica bit down on his hand. He leaned against her resting his forehead against the mirror. They were cheek to cheek, each breathing heavy.
Mason: I love you Erica.
Erica: I love you too Mason, I never stopped loving you no matter what you believe.
He stood up, pulled his pants up and extended a hand to help her down off the sink as they just stood and stared at each other, neither one really sure what to say.
Mason: We can make this work; I want to be there for you… and the kids.
Erica looks confused as she shakes her head.
Erica: No Mase, I have a husband.
Mason inhales deeply through his nose, anger over taking him.
Mason: Are you kidding me right now? After what we just did?
Erica: Oh honey…
She steps towards him and reaches for him but he pulls away.
Erica: That was just sex, it was obvious we both needed it.
Mason: My old man was right; you’re nothing but a whore.
The look of shock on her face is followed by her loudly slapping him and running out of the bathroom.
Mason: Erica…. wait!
Mason just stand and gazes at his own reflection in the mirror before throwing a punch that shatters it and the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.