AdamMason
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Registered: Dec 2009 |
 Posted January 20th, 2010 11:57 PM IP   
The scene opens up in Long Beach, after last week’s Anarchy. Adam Mason, having changed out of his wrestling gear and back into more casual clothes, walks down a well-lit sidewalk. As he turns the corner, a row of nightclubs and bars lines the street. He slowly walks towards the bars, looking at them, clearly trying to decide which one to go into. He stops in front of one that’s not too crowded, dark, looking more like a lounge than a rundown sports bar or a trendy nightclub. As he walks in, he slips some cash to a bouncer, pointing to a booth in the back, secluded from the rest, clearly meant for VIPs. The bouncer nods at him and waves him to the back. As Mason passes the bar, he asks for a beer and a few shots to be delivered to the booth. He went to the back and sat down, surveying the “talent” in the room.
‘Well, at least Long Beach has some decent looking girls,’ Mason thought to himself. ‘Makes up for that debacle of a match. Who let’s women wrestle guys? What a joke this place is. What the hell am I still doing here? Shouldn’t Rosenberg have had this taken care of weeks ago? Maybe it’s time to seriously think about getting new representation.
One of the bartenders comes by, flashing him a smile as she carries a small mug of beer and 4 shots of whisky. Mason doesn’t return the smile, but does give her a small tip as he downs two of the shots back to back. Just then a guy nervously approached the booth. He couldn’t have been older than 21, and, as evidenced by his XWF shirt, had just come from the show, not even bothering to change after. Mason turned and shot him a glare that stopped him in his tracks, but he managed to clear his throat after coughing a few times and nervously started talking.
You’re Adam Mason right? You did great tonight! I’m a huge XWF fan. You might have seen me in the front row of the show tonight. I was the guy holding up a different sign for each match. I’m the biggest fan XWF has!
‘Fan huh? I think what you meant was attention whore…holding up a different sign each match…’
Mason glared, and was about to send him away, when the kid said the magic words. [/i]
Can I buy you a few rounds?
‘Well, maybe it’ll be worth listening to this fanboy for a bit if it means free booze.’
Mason gave the slightest of nods towards the other side of the booth. The kid practically leapt into the air, pulling aside a waitress and excitedly ordering 3 more rounds of whisky. He then slid in and started babbling excitedly.
Oh man, this is great. I’m a huge fan man. My name is Kevin by the way. You’ve been great since you’ve gotten to XWF man. Even when you lost in that triple threat last week…
Let me make one thing clear to you kid. I didn’t lose that match. I could’ve won that match. Did you notice how I disappeared at the end there? You really think someone could keep me down for that long? No…I was out there for the 5 minutes I thought was appropriate, and then didn’t care after that. As if any of these idiots could legitimately beat me. Careful what you say kid.
Kevin nervously gulped, and went slightly pale after the harsh rebuttal. He then collected himself and went on.
Of course, of course. Like I said, you’re awesome. You came out tonight and beat two great wrestlers. Jack Nation and Mia Sanchez are both really really good, they’ve been around for so long. That was a seriously impressive win.
So I beat a has-been and a girl? That’s what you’re trying to say? There’s nobody “really really good” in this place. Everyone there is between terrible and mediocre. I guess you can give me credit for winning despite having someone decidedly mediocre as a teammate if you must. And knowing guys like you, I think you’re one who must find a way to compliment me.
Kevin nodded quickly, a confused, but goofy, grin on his face.
I always look forward to your matches. I haven’t seen anybody like you before. Knocking out guys, or making them submit…you do something new every week. It’s absolutely incredible. And next week’s match should be absolutely fantastic, I can’t wait for it.
Kevin was so enthusiastic about the last statement that Mason stared at him, curious what he could mean. He, of course, masked his curiosity by reaching forward and taking another couple shots. As he grabbed his beer, he asked.
I have a big match huh? It’s about time they took notice and put me in a match that people want to see. So, what’s the match?
You’re going against Roxy Nova next week.
Mason spat out the beer, spraying Kevin with the delicious beverage.
Another woman? Are you kidding me? Don’t get me wrong, I love the ladies. However, I love them in my bed, and when not in my bed, making me a sandwich. And yes, that sounds sexist. However, it’s not sexist. It’s compassion. I’ve hurt enough men in my lifetime, I know what I can do in the ring. I don’t like doing it to women. Now, this Roxy girl….first off…Roxy is the name of a Vegas Showgirl, not a wrestler. That being said, she should just get in the ring and lay down. That way I won’t have to hurt her.
Yeah, but she’s won quite a few matches here. She’s a great wrestler. I know you’re awesome, but don’t take her lightly, she could surprise you.
Yeah yeah, they’re all great wrestlers here. Everyone is the best and the brightest. Yet somehow, none of them stack up to me. Real great, I'm terribly scared of the women in this fed. You’re boring me now. Hit the bricks.
Kevin went pale, almost looking like he was about to cry, as he slowly left the booth and, looking at the ground, walked out of the bar, leaving Mason alone.
‘Another woman. What a joke…an old guy, a handicap match, a triple threat match, a tag team match against a has-been and a woman, and now, finally, a singles match, and it’s against a woman. That’s it, that’s the last straw. After I take care of her, I’m going to have a long talk with Rosenberg. While I’m in California, I may be finding my new agent as well as winning a match.’
Mason knocked down his last few shots, getting up and started heading out of the bar. On his way out, he noticed a guy chatting up an attractive blonde wearing leather pants. He walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.
You’re with me, leather.
She turned around, a stunned look on her face being replaced with a coy smile, grabbing his arm, and walking out with him.
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