Match Made In Hell (Mason & Lazarus)

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:: It's been a rough few weeks for one Kyle Mason that went farther down hill with the return of his "wife" and former training Partner, Antonia. Mason needed something to clear his head. Sittign in his living room watching sports highlights isn't working. He needs to do something that would get his blood pumping. As he channel surfs, he hears the ping of a e mail hitting his smartphone. The email was from a friend of his father, Cliff Young, who was inviting Kyle to take part in a training seminar. Something to help out other athletes and something that he himself could benefit from. MAson shakes his head. "Ok, Jackass, let's see what comes from this" runs through his mind as he accepts the invite. The scene fades as Kyle calls his travel agent to make travel arrangements. :: 

^{(One Week Later)} 

:: As the scene comes back, we find Kyle Mason in the middle of stretching out Trainee, Rocky Chavez. Rocky felt as if younger means always better. A point which Mason disproved by rolling through a full mount into an armbar before Rocky could attempt to regain control. ::

Mason: And that is why you don't get too cocky. Because when you are...someone is waiting to shut you up. 

:: The class starts clapping as Kyle flashes a grin. This felt good. Or at least it did until he heard one person still clapping as the others had already stopped. :: 

Man: Bra...vo...slick. Bra-fucking-vo. 

:: The man steps out from the pack and shoves his hair out of his face, holding it back by pushing his Ray Bans up over it. It's Corey Lazarus, and he's here because he, too, got a call from Cliff to be a part of his seminar. :: 

Lazarus: I'm glad you can take some little shit that's half the size of my dick...no offense, tiger... 

:: He gives Rocky a wink and "shoots" him with his finger, pulling himself onto the apron as he does so. Rocky raises an eyebrow as he rubs his arm and Mason is instantly disgusted by this man's very presence. :: 

Lazarus: ...and twist him up tighter than a nun's brown-eye. Let's see what you can do with a full-grown man. 

Rocky: Hey man, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? This guy got lucky. At least he's a fighter. What the fuck are you 'sposed to be? 

:: Corey smirks at Rocky's ego and Mason backs up, wiping sweat from his forehead. ::

Mason: Rocky...where is the respect? Don't you know who this is...he is a bonafide B Movie superstar!! Mr. Corey Lazarus. A ring vet. A multi-time Champion. Thing is on his big list of things down....I don't really see the place where it says "Guy that wants to get tapped out infront of a bunch of trainees". So I'm going to assume that you are trying to break the mood with a cute joke. 

:: Mason moves a little closer to Corey. :: 

Mason: Because last time I checked, it has been a while since you were in the ring. I'm sure this isn't the best way to work that rust off. 

:: Corey steps nose-to-nose with Mason and then backs away before pinching his cheek. Mason quickly goes to shoot in with a jab but Corey pivots away and holds up his hand in Kyle's face. ::

Lazarus: I'm not here to fight you, Kyle. I'm here because Cliff...oh, he didn't tell you, did he? 

:: Mason switch his pissed off look from Corey over to Cliff, who is slowly trying to inch his way into the office without being seen. ::

Mason: CLIFF!!! I think this is a great time for class to go to break, so we can talk. 

:: Corey and Mason both roll out of the ring as the student half head to break, but keeping an eye on the three men. :: 

Cliff: Well, brother, I think you need to realize just who the fuck you're talking to right now. Go call your dad if you need somebody to remind you. Watch your tone. 

:: Cliff grabs a portable DVD player off of his desk in his office and walks back to the ring, sliding in and marching over between Kyle and Corey. :: 

Cliff: See this? Every match you've had in the IWF so far. Each one. And see him? 

:: Cliff points to Corey with his thumb, and Lazarus takes an exaggerated stage bow as Mason shakes his head, fuming within. :: 

Cliff: He's somebody that I think you need to spend some time with. 

Lazarus: Yeah, babe, start rolling with the L-A-Z and I'll make sure that you get to see... 

Cliff: Oh no, don't you start on that shit, because I've got another disc with everything that YOU'VE done over the last couple of years. 

Lazarus: ...everything? 

Cliff: Everything. 

Lazarus: Fuck. 

Cliff: And this kid right here? The guy who just stretched one of the only people in this class with a future? He's definitely got a few tricks of his own that you need to study up on. 

Mason: Whoa...you want me to work with him. I don't think you realize what you are asking me to do, Cliff. I know his history. Hollywood over here isn't known for his ability to play nice with others. I'm already in shits creek as it is... 

:: Mason looks Lazarus up and down before turning back to Cliff. :: 

Mason: I refuse to be in a worse spot because of Mr. "I'm Awesome" over there. 

Lazarus: "Mr. I'm Awesome"? Please, junior, give me more credit than that! At least do some sort of pun about one of the nicknames or something. The Hollywood Skid, the Premier Detraction, the L-A-EZ-Colon... 

:: Cliff smacks the both of them off the back of their heads and backs away. :: 

Cliff: Get the fuck over yourselves. Laz, for as much as you've accomplished? You haven't been worth shit for the past couple of years. And Kyle? He may not be known to play well with others... 

:: Kyle smirks as Corey shakes his head, cracking it to his side. :: 

Cliff: ...but at least he's known. 

:: Mason pauses s if he had been hit with a sucker punch from outta nowhere. Kyle lowers his head, trying to fight back the anger. :: 

Mason: Does he even have a contract, Cliff? 

:: Corey and Cliff look at each other, and Corey shrugs. :: 

Lazarus: I can get one. Real easily. It's not like there haven't been offers left, right, center, backwards, forward in time, and in multiple parallel dimensions, like one where I ate a burrito for lunch on Tuesday instead of a bowl of brown rice and grilled chicken...speaking of which, where's the closest burrito place? 

:: Cliff sighs and rubs his eyes, placing a hand on either man's shoulder. :: 

Cliff: Guys, please, just listen to me on this. Corey, I've never steered you wrong, and Kyle? Your old man and I have some history. He asked me, PERSONALLY, to get somebody who could watch your back and help you fine tune what you're doing. 

Mason: Fuckin'... 

:: Mason extends his hand towards Corey Lazarus. :: 

Lazarus: ...yeah, whatever, let's do it. 

:: Corey weakly shakes Mason's hand and then turns to Cliff. :: 

Lazarus: If this is all some elaborate scheme to embarrass either one of us and I find out that you're really just Old Man Caruthers, owner of the haunted amusement park, and trying to steal my fortune? I'm going to be very upset. 

:: The scene slowly fades Cliff tries to reassure both men that this isn't a joke. ::