Post by Johnny Mason on Feb 20, 2020 0:20:07 GMT -5
Inside the battlefield that is known as the squared circle lies two combatants.
Masochists by their own fate,
Maim and Jayson Sykes.
One of which, the girl, has fed from my flesh and drank from my blood.
At my lowest point, this, this vulture, gets a victory over me.
Although that bothers me and picks away at my mind I was willing to just let it go.
But seeing you across from this “man”, this apathetic bastard!
It made me realize something I’ve been to blind to see.
You both are mocking me,
Mocking my son!
So maim,
You can call it a case of “wrong place/wrong time”, but it was inevitable.
Now to the reason that I came back out to the ring after my own victory, over the father,
Jayson Sykes.
You claimed to be my friend.
My “buddy”
But like the rest of this world, you let me down.
You had to pay
And you did, dearly.
I came for my retribution and you Jayson, after your betrayal, paid in blood!
Johnny Mason is sitting in his locker room after these treacherous events have took place.
Looking down at his crimson stained hands, all he can hear is ringing.
It gets louder and louder until
MASON!
Wha- what do you want?
What do I want? That’s really how you’re gonna treat somebody who just won you a match?
You didn’t win anything Tyson you fat f*ck!
Tyson steps closer as Johnny rises to his feet just in time for watts to wrap his fingers across masons throat and hold him against the wall
You listen to me you little punk, without me you are nothing.
Look at what you accomplished tonight,
You got a win over the father and you left Jayson Sykes and Maim drowning in each other’s blood!
Johnny grabs Tyson’s hand and pushes him off of him as watts sits down and props his legs up on a coffee table as he bellows out,
“ As much as I would like to part the Red Sea with Maim, she was just in the way.”
“ As much as I would like to part the Red Sea with Maim, she was just in the way.”
Disgusted, Johnny sits back down in his chair
So, what now Tyson?
Watts slowly gazes up to find Johnny’s eyes and smiles a sinister grin from ear to ear.
We get what we’ve earned brother.
Future Hall of Famer
Future Hall of Famer
Here lately, more than ever, it seems as if all of my days merge into one.
I find it hard to remember what day it is, let alone what I need to be doing.
All I can ever be focused on is my next match.
It’s like a.... sanctuary, being in between those ropes.
Johnny awakens from his sleep somewhere around one in the evening after passing out from exhaustion around six in the morning to a loud banging noise.
He opens his eyes to a harsh ray of sunlight coming through the window on his left.
Dragging himself out of bed he slides a maybe clean t shirt over his head and finds a pair of basketball shorts to put on before making his way to the front door.
Reluctantly and regretfully he opens the door to the usual parasite,
Hey sexy
Johnny blankly stares at Tyson, picturing different ways he could meet his demise.
By his hands, preferably.
Aren’t you going to invite me in?
Johnny steps aside just in time for watts to rush in with a case of Budweiser that’s half empty and a yellow envelope
I have some beer in the fridge if you’d like a cold one.
Tyson laughs, Yeah thanks that will work when I run out of these!
So what’s in the envelope?
Well aren’t you direct!
No hey how are you doing?
No hey you’re sexy to Tyson!
Just what’s in the envelope.
Pardon me Tyson, I just don’t give a f*ck how you’re doing and the only person who would think you’re sexy or even remotely good looking is your mother.
Which somehow, someway, I think you would weirdly be into.
Tyson locks eyes with Johnny for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter
Okay okay Johnny boy don’t get your nuts twisted.
If you wanna know so bad here you go
Mason leans forward grabbing the envelope but unfortunately taking in the musty smell of Tyson, cigarette ashes and alcohol.
Opening it slowly, he uncovers an old promotional picture of the one and only Tyson Watts back in his WFWF days.
As Johnny is still processing what he is seeing, Tyson rips the picture out of his hands.
Barely being able to talk due to his ear splitting hollering he holds it up to his now aged face.
He tries to make the same expression but is unable to from being giddy like a schoolgirl.
Looks the same, don’t it?
Before Johnny can even roll his eyes Tyson cuts him off
This is my gift to you, but enough about me.
What do you have planned for the next show Mason?
“Survival of the fittest”
They’re wanting me to be in the chamber match-
Once again I ask you, what do YOU have planned at the next show
Uh win
Raising his voice Tyson bellows,
You need to smarten up around here Johnny before you get left in the dust.
You’re coming off your hottest showing yet, partly thanks to me.
You deserve a title shot NOW!
You shouldn’t have to be put in some hellhole they call the “chamber”
Yeah, you’re right
Hell yeah im right
And now we have from now until the show to find out how you’re going to become who you’re meant to be
What you deserve to be
Johnny as far as I’m concerned
You’re a future hall of famer
You’re right on the cusp of a breakthrough
I know it
You know it
And everyone in that damn company knows it!
Now all we have to do, is break the ice!