Post by Mason St. Croix on Aug 12, 2010 19:23:10 GMT -6
Before I get started let me just say thank you to the nCw staff, not only for giving me a job, but allowing me to be the man to shut down the self proclaimed "Mister nCw" before this **** gets anymore out of control. It will be my honor to put my boot in that kids ass.
Now, allow me to introduce myself... my name is Mason St. Croix, former Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army. I come from a long line of Military men and just like my Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather I was a proud Army Ranger. Serving this country was the only thing my family knows, we were born to have a career in the Military. The reason I used the term former, and say was and were instead of is and are is because on March 3rd, 2010 I was Dishonorably Discharged from the United States Army for almost beating a fellow soldier to death.
They'd just sent me this kid fresh out of Ranger Training Brigade in Fort Benning and I knew he didn't fit with my unit. I told my Superior officers right away that I didn't want him under my watch but they insisted he join my unit. A week later I caught him raping a twelve year old Iraqi girl and something in me snapped. I wanted to kill him, I could have killed him, but I didn't because every time I hit him I saw the faces of my beautiful wife Erica and my kids Jacob and Jessie flash before my eyes and I knew if I ended his life I'd never get to see the three people I live for again.
He survived and is facing a Court Martial and will probably spend the next twenty years in a Military prison. I could have faced a Court Martial myself but in order to stay out of prison I took the Dishonorable Discharge. It's hard enough to find a job these days anyway, but if you've been Dishonorably Discharged from the Army it's damn near impossible.
My opponents are the loud mouthed jack-ass I spoke of earlier who calls himself "Mister nCw", Justin Reynolds and some freak straight out of the loony bin named Red Dragon. I'll tell ya what boys, I didn't come here to lose and I doubt either one of ya'll did either. I got news for you though, two of us have to walk out of this match on Sunday as losers and one of them damn sure ain't gonna be me.
Justin you got the whole nCw roster chomping at the bit to humble your sorry ass and I'm so glad that I get to be the man to do it. You hyped yourself up a great deal in your little letter, but I ain't buying the **** you're selling. Even if half of what you said about yourself is true none of it matters one damn bit till you prove it inside the ring and you sure as hell ain't gonna do it at my expense. I didn't come in with the hype or some egotistical nickname but after Ascension they'll be callin' me Mason "The Man Who Beat The Living Piss Out Of Justin Reynolds" St. Croix...
Which brings me to this freakin' nut job Red Dragon. I dont know what caused you to lose your sanity, but I doubt you’ve ever seen the terror that is War. You wanna talk nightmares? Try having to decide between the lives of dozens of people including yourself or to gun down a nine year old boy with a bomb strapped to his chest.
Red Dragon at Ascension I’m gonna make you wish you were back in your padded cell at the nut house rockin’ like a retard. I’m glad you were able to gain a manner of revenge against the Doctor who stuck his Babcock in your no no spot. You might intimidate cameramen and doctors with your threats, but you don’t frighten me in the least. I fear no man, and certainly not some clown like you.
The fact of that matter here boys is that this is my DEBUT match, this is my night to make an impact on the nCw fans and the boys in the back. It's my time to shine. When the smoke clears and they sweep your teeth up off the mat my arm will be the one raised in victory that... is a promise.
Wednesday March 10th, 2010 0835 hours[/u][/i][/size]
[The light blue 2010 Chevy Camaro pulled up in front of a huge old historic home somewhere in Savannah, GA. The engine cut off and out of the drivers side of the car stepped nCw rookie Mason St. Croix wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, and black boots. Mason grabbed a black duffle bag from behind the seats and started walking towards the house. He hadn’t told his family he was coming home for good and planned to surprise his wife Erica and two children. As he got closer to the house Mason stopped in the front yard and slid his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose.]
Mason: Who’s truck is that?
[The former Army Ranger spoke out loud to himself as he wondered who the black Ford F-150 parked behind Erica’s Range Rover in his driveway belonged to. He shrugged and continued towards the house. He unlocked the front door and let himself in, he knew the kids should be at school and Erica should be getting ready for work... should be. A look of anger and disbelief came over his face as he heard the familiar and joyful moans of the love of his life coming from the bedroom and the headboard hitting the wall. He dropped his bag and bolted towards the bedroom where he saw his wife on top of an unknown man. He dropped to his knees and let out a primal scream.]
Mason: HOW COULD YOU!
[His scream halts the feverish love making and Erica falls off the man and pulls the covers around herself. Mason walks to the foot of the bed, rage filling his eyes.]
Erica: Mason! What are you doing home?
Mason: Looks like I’m catching you screwing some stranger.
[The man gets up from the bed with the sheet wrapped around him and approaches Mason with his hand extended expecting Mason to shake his hand.]
Man: I’m Anthony...
Erica: Mason please let me explain.
Mason: There ain’t nothing to explain Erica, I gotta go.
Erica: Please don’t...
[She stands up and starts putting her clothes on.]
Erica: Let me get dressed and we’ll go talk about things.
Mason: Don’t bother, I’m leaving.
[Mason walks out of the room and grabs his bag on the way out the door slamming it behind him. He gets into the car and speeds off with Erica running out of the house in nothing but a white mens button down shirt fading in the rear view mirror as the scene fades to black.]
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Now, allow me to introduce myself... my name is Mason St. Croix, former Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army. I come from a long line of Military men and just like my Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather I was a proud Army Ranger. Serving this country was the only thing my family knows, we were born to have a career in the Military. The reason I used the term former, and say was and were instead of is and are is because on March 3rd, 2010 I was Dishonorably Discharged from the United States Army for almost beating a fellow soldier to death.
And if I had it to do over again I would have finished the job.
They'd just sent me this kid fresh out of Ranger Training Brigade in Fort Benning and I knew he didn't fit with my unit. I told my Superior officers right away that I didn't want him under my watch but they insisted he join my unit. A week later I caught him raping a twelve year old Iraqi girl and something in me snapped. I wanted to kill him, I could have killed him, but I didn't because every time I hit him I saw the faces of my beautiful wife Erica and my kids Jacob and Jessie flash before my eyes and I knew if I ended his life I'd never get to see the three people I live for again.
He survived and is facing a Court Martial and will probably spend the next twenty years in a Military prison. I could have faced a Court Martial myself but in order to stay out of prison I took the Dishonorable Discharge. It's hard enough to find a job these days anyway, but if you've been Dishonorably Discharged from the Army it's damn near impossible.
And that's why I'm making my professional wrestling debut on Wired before nCw presents Ascension.
My opponents are the loud mouthed jack-ass I spoke of earlier who calls himself "Mister nCw", Justin Reynolds and some freak straight out of the loony bin named Red Dragon. I'll tell ya what boys, I didn't come here to lose and I doubt either one of ya'll did either. I got news for you though, two of us have to walk out of this match on Sunday as losers and one of them damn sure ain't gonna be me.
Justin you got the whole nCw roster chomping at the bit to humble your sorry ass and I'm so glad that I get to be the man to do it. You hyped yourself up a great deal in your little letter, but I ain't buying the **** you're selling. Even if half of what you said about yourself is true none of it matters one damn bit till you prove it inside the ring and you sure as hell ain't gonna do it at my expense. I didn't come in with the hype or some egotistical nickname but after Ascension they'll be callin' me Mason "The Man Who Beat The Living Piss Out Of Justin Reynolds" St. Croix...
Na... that's almost as bad as "Minister of Evil", almost.
Which brings me to this freakin' nut job Red Dragon. I dont know what caused you to lose your sanity, but I doubt you’ve ever seen the terror that is War. You wanna talk nightmares? Try having to decide between the lives of dozens of people including yourself or to gun down a nine year old boy with a bomb strapped to his chest.
Yeah I’m still having nightmares about that one.
Red Dragon at Ascension I’m gonna make you wish you were back in your padded cell at the nut house rockin’ like a retard. I’m glad you were able to gain a manner of revenge against the Doctor who stuck his Babcock in your no no spot. You might intimidate cameramen and doctors with your threats, but you don’t frighten me in the least. I fear no man, and certainly not some clown like you.
The fact of that matter here boys is that this is my DEBUT match, this is my night to make an impact on the nCw fans and the boys in the back. It's my time to shine. When the smoke clears and they sweep your teeth up off the mat my arm will be the one raised in victory that... is a promise.
Wednesday March 10th, 2010 0835 hours[/u][/i][/size]
[The light blue 2010 Chevy Camaro pulled up in front of a huge old historic home somewhere in Savannah, GA. The engine cut off and out of the drivers side of the car stepped nCw rookie Mason St. Croix wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, and black boots. Mason grabbed a black duffle bag from behind the seats and started walking towards the house. He hadn’t told his family he was coming home for good and planned to surprise his wife Erica and two children. As he got closer to the house Mason stopped in the front yard and slid his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose.]
Mason: Who’s truck is that?
[The former Army Ranger spoke out loud to himself as he wondered who the black Ford F-150 parked behind Erica’s Range Rover in his driveway belonged to. He shrugged and continued towards the house. He unlocked the front door and let himself in, he knew the kids should be at school and Erica should be getting ready for work... should be. A look of anger and disbelief came over his face as he heard the familiar and joyful moans of the love of his life coming from the bedroom and the headboard hitting the wall. He dropped his bag and bolted towards the bedroom where he saw his wife on top of an unknown man. He dropped to his knees and let out a primal scream.]
Mason: HOW COULD YOU!
[His scream halts the feverish love making and Erica falls off the man and pulls the covers around herself. Mason walks to the foot of the bed, rage filling his eyes.]
Erica: Mason! What are you doing home?
Mason: Looks like I’m catching you screwing some stranger.
[The man gets up from the bed with the sheet wrapped around him and approaches Mason with his hand extended expecting Mason to shake his hand.]
Man: I’m Anthony...
Erica: Mason please let me explain.
Mason: There ain’t nothing to explain Erica, I gotta go.
Erica: Please don’t...
[She stands up and starts putting her clothes on.]
Erica: Let me get dressed and we’ll go talk about things.
Mason: Don’t bother, I’m leaving.
[Mason walks out of the room and grabs his bag on the way out the door slamming it behind him. He gets into the car and speeds off with Erica running out of the house in nothing but a white mens button down shirt fading in the rear view mirror as the scene fades to black.]