Who Are You?
Jun 14, 2016 18:36:07 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Jun 14, 2016 18:36:07 GMT -5
06.12.16
“Think it’s a good time to keep your guard up?”
Perhaps he said it ironically, throwing the disembodied head of a punching dummy at my spine simultaneously. I winced, turning to face Evan Envi, who looked to be in worse condition than he sounded. An eye was swollen shut, he walked with a heavy limp, and he could barely turn his head-- courtesy of a brutal Sin City Wrestling-based match-- but he smirked as I picked the head up off the floor of the Evans Estate, launching it back at his chest, which he caught with a snicker.
“What if that was a bat? What if I was--?” Evan started with that antagonistic tone.
“Please,” I interrupted, gruffly. “I don’t feel like joking about…” I sighed and shrugged. “Any of them.”
“Ah! Young man! Is that defeat I hear?”
“I just don’t want to hear about them,” I said, sharper this time. It wasn’t intentional. My voice just raised. My neck grew hot. “If you don’t mind.”
I turned back toward what had my attention before; Baroness and Hightower on the flat-screen before us. The moment where she’d swung and taken the bat to Becky’s skull… I reached for the control, striking the PAUSE button, grimacing as I turned toward the screen again. Without turning, I could feel Evan watching.
“It was good that this happened to the two of you,” he continued. “Builds character.”
“Shut up.”
“Really,” he insisted. “You came into the Lion’s Den and aside from your terrible judgment in the Serengeti, you’ve been unstoppable since last year. You didn’t know your own limits. You didn’t as an individual and the two of you didn’t as a team.” Evan shrugged, tossing the disembodied dummy head from side-to-side. “Bet you know them now though.”
“You finished?” I asked, turning away from him again, unable to help but stare at the still image of Becky.
The Baroness.
That fucking bat.
“Just saying." Evan shrugged. “Seven months without a flaw, right? But for seven months, no one has had any idea who you are.” And then that devilish smirk returned. “For your sake and Becky’s, I hope you know, little one, who are you?”
06.14.16
”Who are we?
I didn’t give it too much thought until we won the Tag Team Championships. Months here in the Lion’s Den, and while I haven’t had a single dude or chick pin me or tap me out in this ring-- I still don’t know who ‘the Mason’ is supposed to be. I still don’t know what flavor I actually bring to the Brute Camp along with Becky. Truth be told, I don’t even know how good I am, because I don’t know how hard I’ve been tested yet.
It feels like I’ve been through the goddamned ringer. Blindsides, cheap-shots, ambushes, and with all these odds stacked against Beck and myself, in all the time I’ve been in the Den, I somehow only have one blemish on my record, and now these motherfuckers-- the Systemic-- wanna make it two. They wanna be the next duo that dismantles the Brute Camp. We may be the Tag Team Champions, but they wanna be THE tag team. The force. The entity, man.
But who are they?
For as cohesive as they seem to be or whatever, these two clowns don’t even have their own names. They’re embodiments of-- of whatever fucked up reality Skylar Cloud lives in. And while a big part of me thinks that’s on that Jim Jones cult level of ‘fuck all this’, I can’t see it staggering them, you get me? Like… these two are blindly following a lunatic, and we can say what we want-- poke and prod at their goddamned existence in LDFC all we want-- but all they know is unity.
It’s in their names.
One of them snaps on me or Beck in the ring, then both of them are going to. If we get one of them down-- then the other’s gonna be right on us.
They don’t have wills or spirits of their own to break, man. They share Skylar’s. And anyone that’s been plagued with having to encounter that psychotic bitch knows that she’s nearly unbreakable. One of her was enough to dominate a part of our roster for months, but two of her? That’s… unfortunate.
If anybody ever had to be tasked with putting them down, it should’ve been us. It had to be us.
Even with the APEX Tag Team Championships, we’ve looked like idiots; jumped and taken down night after night-- and it stops at Pride. We’re gonna hold these titles the way they were meant to be held, on top of every other tag team in our division. That’s who we are. And that’s how it’s gotta be.”
“Think it’s a good time to keep your guard up?”
Perhaps he said it ironically, throwing the disembodied head of a punching dummy at my spine simultaneously. I winced, turning to face Evan Envi, who looked to be in worse condition than he sounded. An eye was swollen shut, he walked with a heavy limp, and he could barely turn his head-- courtesy of a brutal Sin City Wrestling-based match-- but he smirked as I picked the head up off the floor of the Evans Estate, launching it back at his chest, which he caught with a snicker.
“What if that was a bat? What if I was--?” Evan started with that antagonistic tone.
“Please,” I interrupted, gruffly. “I don’t feel like joking about…” I sighed and shrugged. “Any of them.”
“Ah! Young man! Is that defeat I hear?”
“I just don’t want to hear about them,” I said, sharper this time. It wasn’t intentional. My voice just raised. My neck grew hot. “If you don’t mind.”
I turned back toward what had my attention before; Baroness and Hightower on the flat-screen before us. The moment where she’d swung and taken the bat to Becky’s skull… I reached for the control, striking the PAUSE button, grimacing as I turned toward the screen again. Without turning, I could feel Evan watching.
“It was good that this happened to the two of you,” he continued. “Builds character.”
“Shut up.”
“Really,” he insisted. “You came into the Lion’s Den and aside from your terrible judgment in the Serengeti, you’ve been unstoppable since last year. You didn’t know your own limits. You didn’t as an individual and the two of you didn’t as a team.” Evan shrugged, tossing the disembodied dummy head from side-to-side. “Bet you know them now though.”
“You finished?” I asked, turning away from him again, unable to help but stare at the still image of Becky.
The Baroness.
That fucking bat.
“Just saying." Evan shrugged. “Seven months without a flaw, right? But for seven months, no one has had any idea who you are.” And then that devilish smirk returned. “For your sake and Becky’s, I hope you know, little one, who are you?”
06.14.16
”Who are we?
I didn’t give it too much thought until we won the Tag Team Championships. Months here in the Lion’s Den, and while I haven’t had a single dude or chick pin me or tap me out in this ring-- I still don’t know who ‘the Mason’ is supposed to be. I still don’t know what flavor I actually bring to the Brute Camp along with Becky. Truth be told, I don’t even know how good I am, because I don’t know how hard I’ve been tested yet.
It feels like I’ve been through the goddamned ringer. Blindsides, cheap-shots, ambushes, and with all these odds stacked against Beck and myself, in all the time I’ve been in the Den, I somehow only have one blemish on my record, and now these motherfuckers-- the Systemic-- wanna make it two. They wanna be the next duo that dismantles the Brute Camp. We may be the Tag Team Champions, but they wanna be THE tag team. The force. The entity, man.
But who are they?
For as cohesive as they seem to be or whatever, these two clowns don’t even have their own names. They’re embodiments of-- of whatever fucked up reality Skylar Cloud lives in. And while a big part of me thinks that’s on that Jim Jones cult level of ‘fuck all this’, I can’t see it staggering them, you get me? Like… these two are blindly following a lunatic, and we can say what we want-- poke and prod at their goddamned existence in LDFC all we want-- but all they know is unity.
It’s in their names.
One of them snaps on me or Beck in the ring, then both of them are going to. If we get one of them down-- then the other’s gonna be right on us.
They don’t have wills or spirits of their own to break, man. They share Skylar’s. And anyone that’s been plagued with having to encounter that psychotic bitch knows that she’s nearly unbreakable. One of her was enough to dominate a part of our roster for months, but two of her? That’s… unfortunate.
If anybody ever had to be tasked with putting them down, it should’ve been us. It had to be us.
Even with the APEX Tag Team Championships, we’ve looked like idiots; jumped and taken down night after night-- and it stops at Pride. We’re gonna hold these titles the way they were meant to be held, on top of every other tag team in our division. That’s who we are. And that’s how it’s gotta be.”