Post by Mason St. Croix on Aug 14, 2010 23:03:33 GMT -6
Please Justin, please tell me that ain’t all you got. For all the hype and all the talk surrounding you that’s the best you could come up with? You insulted my looks? I expected a lot more out of you Justin but I can clearly see the hype was not warranted and the only person that believes the crap you spew is yourself.
What part of I’m gonna beat your sorry ass did you not understand?
Seriously, I’m proud to be a hick from Warner Robins, GA. Where I’m from we FIGHT and that’s just what you’ve got on your calloused hands come Sunday. See Reynolds guys like you that brag about all the women they can get are usually the ones sitting at home spanking their pud to some softcore porn on Cinemax hoping for some brief shot of poontang so you can bust your load into the soft and soothing feel of a wad of Kleenex. I’ve got living breathing proof that I’ve actually had sex in my life, your test results from the Health Department for that case of Anal Warts are all you’ve got and you could have gotten that from a toilet seat, but I doubt it.
I wish we could add a stipulation to this match… are ya listening nCw management? That stipulation being that WHEN I win you’re no longer allowed to call yourself “Mister nCw”.
Yeah you’re “Mister nCw”, mister No Chance of Winning.
I wish this were one on one between you and me Justin, I want to be the only one responsible for handing you your first loss in nCw. You seem like the type that if you lose, which I’ll stress again that you’re going to, you’ll never be heard from again. By this time next week you’ll be “Mister PGWFWL” or what ever flea market promotion you’ll wind up in when you realize you can’t hang in nCw.
Red Dragon’s off chasing ghosts at the loony bin so I honestly don’t see him being much of a factor in this match.
Just in case you are though I do hope you know there are rules and this ain’t some garbage Hardcore match so leave your weapons at home. I’ve seen enough bloodshed to last me a lifetime, that’s not what I’m here for. For the brief amount of time I have been training for my debut match I’ve fallen in love with art of wrestling. The technical aspect and the ring psychology are what I like the most. I don’t care how hated you are or how long you’ve been in the business Dragon, you’re not taking this from me. I want it more.
They say you only get one chance to make a first impression and I plan on making everyone stand up and take notice that Mason St. Croix has arrived in nCw and he’s here to stay.
Monday March 15th, 2010 1435 hours
[The sun was shining bright in the sky as Mason St. Croix sat in his Camaro outside the school his children attended with a look of emptiness on his face. The look soon changed and a smile beamed from the face of the former Army Ranger as his six year old daughter Jessie came skipping out of the school with her little pink backpack. Jessie’s smile was infectious but didn’t seem the phase her nine year old brother Jacob who walked a few feet behind her with his head down. Mason got out of the car and Jessie ran to him with her blonde curls bouncing with each step. Mason grabbed her up and hugged her tight.]
Jessie: Daddy! I’ve missed you so much, I love you.
Mason: I love you too my lil Jessie Bug.
[Mason sat his daughter down and kneeled down next to his son who gave him a half hearted hug.]
Mason: You guys ready to go?
Jessie: Can I ride in the front seat?
Mason: Yeah you can this time, but you gotta let bubby ride up here next time.
Jacob: That’s ok, I don’t want to.
[Jacob got in the back and Mason helped Jessie in and buckled her seat belt for her before walking around and getting in the drivers seat. They pulled away from the school and Mason was all smiles for the first time in days.]
Mason: I was thinking we could stop for ice cream and then go to the park for a few hours before I take you two home.
Jessie: Can I have sprinkles on mine?
Mason: Sure, hey Jacob, you wanna toss a ball around while Jessie plays on the swing?
Jacob: Not really, Anthony bought me a new game for my Wii I just want to get home and play that.
[The remainder of the ride is silent except for Jessie trying to sing along with the radio. The car pulls into Dairy Queen and Anthony’s truck is sitting in the parking lot and Jacob’s eyes light up.]
Jacob: I think Mommy and Anthony are here!
[Mason pulls into a parking spot and opens his door only to have Jacob jump out of the car and go running towards the truck. Erica gets out of the passengers side of the truck.]
Jacob: Mommy can I go with you?
Erica: This is supposed to be your time with your Daddy, don’t you want to see him?
[Mason walks up to Erica and Jacob with Jessie on his back going for a piggy back ride. Jacob doesn’t notice them walk up before answering his mother.]
Jacob: No! I hate him, why can’t Anthony be my Daddy?
[The smile instantly fades from Mason’s face and he drops to a knee to let Jessie get down.]
Mason: You really feel that way son?
[Jacob turns around and looks at his father speaking very grown up for a nine year old.]
Jacob: Yeah I do, Anthony is fun and he plays with me. You’ve never been here.
[The words hurt Mason to his core but he held the emotions in.]
Mason: If that’s how you feel we don’t have to go to the park.
Jacob: Good!
Erica: Mason I’m sorry I didn’t know he felt this way.
Mason: What ever, if he wants to go with you that’s fine but I’m gonna take my daughter to the park.
[Jessie tugs on the leg of Mason’s pants.]
Jessie: Daddy if Jakie’s not going I don’t want to go either.
[Mason just drops his head.]
Mason: Well I guess I’m leaving then, I love you all.
[He turns to walk back to the car and Erica starts helping the kids into the truck. After she gets them in she yells to Mason.]
Erica: I’m really sorry Mason. I didn’t want it to be like this I’ll have a talk with them tonight.
[He just keeps walking away not even bothering to turn around as the scene fades.]
What part of I’m gonna beat your sorry ass did you not understand?
Seriously, I’m proud to be a hick from Warner Robins, GA. Where I’m from we FIGHT and that’s just what you’ve got on your calloused hands come Sunday. See Reynolds guys like you that brag about all the women they can get are usually the ones sitting at home spanking their pud to some softcore porn on Cinemax hoping for some brief shot of poontang so you can bust your load into the soft and soothing feel of a wad of Kleenex. I’ve got living breathing proof that I’ve actually had sex in my life, your test results from the Health Department for that case of Anal Warts are all you’ve got and you could have gotten that from a toilet seat, but I doubt it.
I wish we could add a stipulation to this match… are ya listening nCw management? That stipulation being that WHEN I win you’re no longer allowed to call yourself “Mister nCw”.
Yeah you’re “Mister nCw”, mister No Chance of Winning.
I wish this were one on one between you and me Justin, I want to be the only one responsible for handing you your first loss in nCw. You seem like the type that if you lose, which I’ll stress again that you’re going to, you’ll never be heard from again. By this time next week you’ll be “Mister PGWFWL” or what ever flea market promotion you’ll wind up in when you realize you can’t hang in nCw.
Red Dragon’s off chasing ghosts at the loony bin so I honestly don’t see him being much of a factor in this match.
Just in case you are though I do hope you know there are rules and this ain’t some garbage Hardcore match so leave your weapons at home. I’ve seen enough bloodshed to last me a lifetime, that’s not what I’m here for. For the brief amount of time I have been training for my debut match I’ve fallen in love with art of wrestling. The technical aspect and the ring psychology are what I like the most. I don’t care how hated you are or how long you’ve been in the business Dragon, you’re not taking this from me. I want it more.
They say you only get one chance to make a first impression and I plan on making everyone stand up and take notice that Mason St. Croix has arrived in nCw and he’s here to stay.
Monday March 15th, 2010 1435 hours
[The sun was shining bright in the sky as Mason St. Croix sat in his Camaro outside the school his children attended with a look of emptiness on his face. The look soon changed and a smile beamed from the face of the former Army Ranger as his six year old daughter Jessie came skipping out of the school with her little pink backpack. Jessie’s smile was infectious but didn’t seem the phase her nine year old brother Jacob who walked a few feet behind her with his head down. Mason got out of the car and Jessie ran to him with her blonde curls bouncing with each step. Mason grabbed her up and hugged her tight.]
Jessie: Daddy! I’ve missed you so much, I love you.
Mason: I love you too my lil Jessie Bug.
[Mason sat his daughter down and kneeled down next to his son who gave him a half hearted hug.]
Mason: You guys ready to go?
Jessie: Can I ride in the front seat?
Mason: Yeah you can this time, but you gotta let bubby ride up here next time.
Jacob: That’s ok, I don’t want to.
[Jacob got in the back and Mason helped Jessie in and buckled her seat belt for her before walking around and getting in the drivers seat. They pulled away from the school and Mason was all smiles for the first time in days.]
Mason: I was thinking we could stop for ice cream and then go to the park for a few hours before I take you two home.
Jessie: Can I have sprinkles on mine?
Mason: Sure, hey Jacob, you wanna toss a ball around while Jessie plays on the swing?
Jacob: Not really, Anthony bought me a new game for my Wii I just want to get home and play that.
[The remainder of the ride is silent except for Jessie trying to sing along with the radio. The car pulls into Dairy Queen and Anthony’s truck is sitting in the parking lot and Jacob’s eyes light up.]
Jacob: I think Mommy and Anthony are here!
[Mason pulls into a parking spot and opens his door only to have Jacob jump out of the car and go running towards the truck. Erica gets out of the passengers side of the truck.]
Jacob: Mommy can I go with you?
Erica: This is supposed to be your time with your Daddy, don’t you want to see him?
[Mason walks up to Erica and Jacob with Jessie on his back going for a piggy back ride. Jacob doesn’t notice them walk up before answering his mother.]
Jacob: No! I hate him, why can’t Anthony be my Daddy?
[The smile instantly fades from Mason’s face and he drops to a knee to let Jessie get down.]
Mason: You really feel that way son?
[Jacob turns around and looks at his father speaking very grown up for a nine year old.]
Jacob: Yeah I do, Anthony is fun and he plays with me. You’ve never been here.
[The words hurt Mason to his core but he held the emotions in.]
Mason: If that’s how you feel we don’t have to go to the park.
Jacob: Good!
Erica: Mason I’m sorry I didn’t know he felt this way.
Mason: What ever, if he wants to go with you that’s fine but I’m gonna take my daughter to the park.
[Jessie tugs on the leg of Mason’s pants.]
Jessie: Daddy if Jakie’s not going I don’t want to go either.
[Mason just drops his head.]
Mason: Well I guess I’m leaving then, I love you all.
[He turns to walk back to the car and Erica starts helping the kids into the truck. After she gets them in she yells to Mason.]
Erica: I’m really sorry Mason. I didn’t want it to be like this I’ll have a talk with them tonight.
[He just keeps walking away not even bothering to turn around as the scene fades.]