AdamMason
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 Posted January 30th, 2010 11:49 PM IP   
Another night, another win for the young Adam Mason. This time, he makes a permanent impact in the XWF ranks, sending Donzig home for good, never to set foot in the Anarchy ring again. Impact, such an overused word. Every new competitor claims they want to want make an impact when they join a company, or step into the ring. But what do they mean when they say impact? What nearly everybody really means is that they want to win. But is winning really making an impact? You can win a match, and not make an impact. You can win via luck, or you can beat people only to have them come back next week and win their match. So, is that really impact? Adam Mason would think differently. Winning isn’t making an impact. Making an impact sends ripples through the organization, win or lose. In this case, a win sent someone home, that’s an impact. But making an impact takes precedence over winning, something that is always in the back of Adam Mason’s mind. Win or lose….Mason wants people to remember him, and so far, he’s succeeded in that.
However, he knows that being remembered is worthless if it’s contained inside a single organization. Mason is more of a big picture guy. It’s why he had an agent before. He knows he needs someone to work on his image outside the organization while Mason focuses on his next match. Yes, he fired his agent, but that was for incompetence, not because he didn’t need one. It’s why he finds himself in Los Angeles the week before Snow Job. He tried the New York agent, it failed, so he decided to try the West Coast this time. And sitting in the lobby of an agency is where he sits now.
‘This better be worth it…’ Mason thought to himself. ‘I guess if it doesn’t, I have two more places I can go to today. However, it’d be nice just to find someone and get the fuck out of dodge. They better have ideas though, I’m not accepting an imbecile like Rosenberg again.’
After a few minutes, a receptionist came out and motioned for Mason to follow her. They walked down the hallway into a conference room, with several men and women in suits sitting around the table. Mason sat at the head of the table, as they went around the table and introduced themselves. The head of the office was a young guy, John Wise, and kept a big smile on his face the whole time. You probably can picture him, expensive suit, extreme air of smugness that doesn’t quite fit the rest of him, probably compensating for the terror hat is churning inside him. He hit the lights, and turned on a power point, talking over each slide.
McDonalds…. A McDonald’s logo hits the screen.
BMW… A BMW logo hits the screen.
Apple… An Apple logo shows up.
And you, Adam Mason…
A large picture of Adam Mason hits the screen. Mason stares at it, frowning slightly. Wise turns the light back on, the grin still on his face as he addresses Mason.
That’s right. When you sign with us, your name will be as big as all of those companies. How does that sound?
Mason considers those words while formulating his response.
You’re going to make me as big as Apple huh? How are you going to do that?
The resources of this company are infinite, we can make you huge.
Yeah, well how are you going to do that?
Wise looks a little bit flustered at the questioning from Mason.
Well…you do what you do, and we’ll do what we do. We know you can dominate at your wrestling, and you can leave the rest to us.
So basically what you’re saying is that I’ll do the work, I’ll win the matches, I’ll destroy the competition, and you will take a commission check. Is that what I’m hearing? Please, explain that I am wrong.
Wise stutters and stammers a few times, the color rushing to his face. After a few aborted attempts at an explanation, Mason stood up without saying a word and walked out of the room.
‘Another person just trying to piggy back on me to the Promised Land. Just like fucking Rosenberg. No shot I let another person ride me to greatness. I’ve made that mistake too many times. They need me a hell of a lot more than I need them, so they’ll have to show me a reason why I should let them join me.’
After taking a cab ride to the next agency, Mason again sat in the lobby. The Senior Bowl was on TV as Mason relaxed and watched a bit. Tim Tebow of course was the main attraction, as the announcers gushed over him, even as he was sacked, fumbled and generally played terribly. Mason shook his head.
‘It’s amazing how much Tebow was given. He’s a loser that disguises it by surrounding himself with greatness. Sure, he got those awards, but who wouldn’t get awards when he’s surrounded by the greatest recruiting class in the history of college football. Look what happens now, you take away those recruits, you take away a fantastic coach, and he’s nothing. And yet, people still are all over his cock. He’s given everything in the world, and he’s still a loser. Absolutely unbelievable. I was never just given anything. I’ve worked my way into everything, including this title shot. I’ve made the impact that I said I would when I came here. I beat rookies and veterans alike. I even beat this Mia chick that I have to face at the pay-per-view. I beat her once, I can easily beat her again, so I can get my first bit of gold here. I don’t even know why she has this shot other than she’s the boss’s girl. Another way he’s trying to laugh at me. But boy, won’t that change quickly. And this other guy…the Emo Doc or whatever, he didn’t do shit to get the match. He just pandered to the crowd. They voted him into the match. He didn’t do a damn thing to earn the shot.’
Mason sighed, watching the TV screen, pondering on that.
‘Well…just like Tebow is going to be a failure in the league, those two will be failures come Sunday. Again, the powers-that-be try to make a joke of my career by putting me in a match with people who don’t deserve to be there. Just like Tebow, who will get his shit rocked by the NFL players who do deserve to be there, the doctor and the President’s little girlfriend will be on the receiving end of my solution. I’ll beat her again, and that will be the end of that. Maybe she can be my message that I won’t allow my career to be laughed at anymore. They’ll think twice before matching me up with cripples and women.’
Finally he’s called into an office. This time there’s no conference room with people, it’s just one man. A man in his late 30s, black hair with some touches of grey, wearing a nice business suit. He spins in his chair to look at Mason, just like Wise, with a bit of a grin on his face. However, this isn’t the same grin as before. It would best be described…well, as a devious grin. He places his hands on the desk, right behind his nameplate that reads ‘Scott Gold’ and then addresses Mason.
Well, Mr. Adam Mason. I have to say, I’m a big fan of yours. Yep, I’m an Adam Mason fan. I celebrate your entire catalogue. What brings you into my offices today?
Well, if you’re such a fan of mine, you probably know the answer to that. Why do you think I’m here?
Almost impossibly, Gold’s grin gets bigger, and he lets out a soft chuckle.
Yeah, I heard what happened between you and Rosenberg. Tough break that, though I might have been able to warn you. Rosenberg is great for pussy athletes who have their coaches and their media relations departments to do all the work for them. But he was never cut out to represent individual athletes. Especially someone as talented as you.
Well, you certainly are a first-rate ass kisser, that’s for sure. Now, what makes you different from every other ass kisser in this city? I feel like I’ll hear the same speech about how great I am in ever office in the country. So, what can you do for me?
Well, I’ll be straight with you. None of the other losers in this town knows shit about the business you are in. I know how to help you succeed, and how to get what you want in the XWF. Yeah, I even know you are the XWF, nobody else in this town probably knows that. And I also know you have a bit of a beef with the owner. If you sign with me, I can promise you that I can help you take care of business there. I know you, I know what you’re capable of, and I know what you want. I won’t lie and say I can do it all on my own, but you sign with me, I can do a hell of a lot more for you than anybody else could.
Mason stares at him for a few seconds, considering what he said. Finally, he breaks the silence.
So what you’re saying is that you actually have a plan on how you can help me?
Gold’s grin somehow gets even wider, and more mischievious.
I can’t say I have everything 100% planned out. However, I do have some plans for you, that will not only take care of your problems, it will help catapult you to be an even bigger star. I promise you, you sign with me, you’ll make a huge impact.
Mason thinks to himself, the word impact ringing in his ears. Finally, he reaches across the desk, and shakes Gold’s hand in agreement.
Excellent. While I have you here, I do have one idea. I think there’s somebody you should call before your match on Sunday…
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