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| Topic Started: Jun 24 2012, 11:13 AM (262 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Jun 24 2012, 11:13 AM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS; AMMO: Featuring: Blake Mason vs. Jake Starr RP Limit: 3 RP each for singles; 4 per team in tag team, 6 per team in six man tag. Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, July 5, 2012 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| randyworld | Jun 30 2012, 05:33 PM Post #2 |
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Authors Note: As you can tell by the date, this rp happens one day after Breakdown. Reason for the significance is, on the 29th Mason will show up in the Gia Rose rp Jon posted for Aggression for Rose's match against WG Palmer. This event led him to Gia. [align=center]A Day to Disremember. June 28th, 2012 Las Vegas, Nevada. The June 27th edition of Breakdown could not had gone any better for Blake Mason. For weeks he was hiding in the spotlight that enveloped Thirteen like a glove, anything Mason did, or was apart of, was in someway connected to his associate. Breakdown changed everything. While Greg Cherry stormed down to the ring like he was challenging for another Heavyweight championship in hopes of laying waste to a man he thought was responsible for airing his dirty laundry on SCW airwaves, Mason, like a thief in the night, laid waste to two former Heavyweight champions, pointed to the screen, Masquerade's trademark “Ha, Ha, Ha” laugh blasted over the loud speaker. Mason was unabashedly proud of himself. Leading into his Friday Night Ammo match with one Jake Starr, the same Jake Starr who potentially robbed him off an opportunity to challenge Dark Fantasy for the World Tag Team Championships, the talk leading into that match will not be his association with Thirteen. The spotlight will clearly shine upon Mason. He smirked at the prospect. Finally, it will be all about me. Mason was so high on himself he decided to take a small detour on his way to Mexico. He wasn't slated to compete at the South of the Border pay per view, there was no real reason for him to travel south of the border. Mason fancies himself as a company guy. He will help promote the company any way he sees fit, after all, he works for Supreme Championship Wrestling. The companies success is his. Sign a few autographs, give a few Mexican senoritas the Blake Mason Experience. Nothing will stop Mason from doing what he can for a company he considers home. The fans can jeer him out the country, they can continuously send him death threats. Supreme Championship Wrestling is... home. The home he decided to visit was Dawn Lohan's. Last time he stood in front of her door he didn't follow through on a promise he made to Brittany. She wanted him to protect Dawn. It didn't matter to Mason that Brittany escaped her legal troubles, he had a soft spot in his heart for the youngest Lohan sister. Their conversation degenerated into an argument he quickly ran away from. Today, he had no intentions on running. He had a job to do. Mason knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Dawn to open it. Flashing an angelic smile that nearly brought Mason to his knees she cheerfully said; Dawn Lohan: Hey! Blake Mason: Can I come in? Dawn Lohan: Sure... of course. He knew Brittany wasn't inside the house. She was in Mexico preparing for her rematch against The Shoot Kings. He needed absolute privacy for what he came to the Lohan apartment to accomplish. He thought long and hard about this, weighed all the pros and cons, he seriously put championship level preparation into what could be a make or break moment in his life. He walked into the living room. He sat on the love seat. Didn't take long for Dawn Lohan to join him. Dawn Lohan: Why are you not in Mexico? Blake Mason: Mexico can wait, not like I'm scheduled to compete anyway. Mason sighed. He wished he was set to compete. His original match with Jake Starr that was slated to take place the previous night was pushed back to next week. He thought about asking for a match for South of the Border. Figuring focusing one hundred percent on Jake Starr was a more rational, intelligent decision he swallowed his pride. Promoting South of the Border gave Mason something to do other then complain on twitter about how management was misusing him. Blake Mason: I did agree to help promote South of the Border. I am thoroughly going to enjoy Brittany and Harmony burying The Shoot Kings. Dawn Lohan: They're not to be taken lightly. Mason scoffs. Blake Mason: One of them is a grown man wearing mask for Christsakes. I for one would feel embarrassed working for Supreme Championship Wrestling if they become tag team champions. Can't believe I'm saying this... Mason rolls his eyes. Blake Mason: I prefer Memphis Cade being champion over the self proclaimed kings. Dawn Lohan raised her eyebrow. Dawn Lohan: Why do you hate him? Blake Mason: Hate who? Dawn Lohan: Memphis Cade. Blake Mason: Who? Dawn shrugged her shoulders. Dawn Lohan: Never mind. Blake Mason slid closer to Dawn, he slipped his right arm around her shoulder. She stared up at him curious as to the reason why he made such an aggressive move. Mason reasoned to himself if he was going to accomplish what he came here to do now was the time. Wasting time wasn't as hallmark of his. Set a goal. Aim. Fire. Small talk? Pointless. Blake Mason: There's something that's been bugging me. Dawn lowered her head. Dawn Lohan: Did I do something wrong? Mason tilted her head upward. Blake Mason: Hell no. He has arrived at the moment of truth, the moment he has been agonizing over for three years now. For Mason this was harder then any championship made he had to prepare for. Swallowing hard, he gazed into the angelic eyes of Dawn Lohan. This is it he thought. Blake Mason: I can't believe I'm finally admitting this. Dawn Lohan.... I love you. You are an incredible woman, one of the nicest human beings I have ever meet in my life. You're compassionate. Your grace under pressure. Your ability to see the good in people, you truly are one of a kind. Every time I stare into your eyes my entire world stops. I am still in awe of the effect you have on me. With the truth finally out in full bloom, he sat back to gauge Dawn's reason to his confession. By the awestruck expression she gave him, she wasn't expecting him to pour out his feelings. He has never fashioned himself as an emotional guy, unless the world counted cockiness, arrogance, and anger as viable human emotions. Dawn's continuous silence unnerved Mason. Say something Mason silently demanded. Finally, the youngest Lohan's lips parted. Dawn Lohan: Wow... really? Mason nods. Blake Mason: I could become Heavyweight Champion by the end of the year, that wouldn't mean anything without you by my side. You are the woman I want to be with. I want to create a life with you, Dawnie, what I'm... Dawn placed her right hand over his mouth. Tears were running down her face. He continued to stare at her, confused by her sudden interruption meant. Dawn Lohan: Please. Stop. She removed her hand from over his mouth. She rose to her feet. She turned her back to Mason. He rose to his feet, he rested his right hand on her left shoulder. Blake Mason: What's wrong? Dawn Lohan: I... can't. Blake Mason: What do you mean, you can't? Dawn Lohan: You're a smart, intelligent, good looking man. I have no doubt in my mind you will make a lucky woman-- He cut her off not wanting to hear the rest of her “lets be friends speech.” Blake Mason: Don't do this to me. Dawn Lohan: But... I can't. I really can't. What happened to you? The Blake Mason I was proud to call my friend would not have kidnapped Sasha or set up Masquerade and Greg Cherry like that. Blake Mason: That was business. Dawn Lohan: Do you regret keeping Sasha hostage? Mason spun Dawn around. Staring at her unflinching, he said unapolitcily. Blake Mason: Hell no! I got my contract didn't I? I am going to compete on the Rise to Greatness main show because I played Stephen Strange and Greg Cherry. It's all about getting ahead in this world, if that means curb stomping a few toes to get there, who gives a damn. You can't hold that against me. Dawn grabbed Mason's hand. She lowered her head. Dawn Lohan: I can't spend the rest of my life with a man who thinks like that. He felt the blood pressure rapidly surge through every fiber of his body. Snatching his hand back from Dawn he turned his back to her. He felt her hand grab hold of his hand. Dawn Lohan: I'm sorry. You're a gre-- Blake Mason: I don't want to hear it. Dawn Lohan: B-- Blake Mason: I SAID I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. He snatches his hand back. Not wanting to be in the same room as Dawn he stormed at the front door, before he could turn the door knob Dawn managed to slip between him and door. She attempted to open her mouth. Before she could slip one syllable out he affirmed. Blake Mason: I was right, wasn't? It didn't matter how much I tried cleaning up my image I was never going to be good enough for everybodys favorite little princess. Ace was good enough for you? How about Collin? But not me right, no way in hell William Blake Mason is good enough for everybodys favorite princess. Our friendship is dead. I NEVER want to see you again. Dawn Lohan: You don't mean that. Blake Mason: Being your friend isn't good enough for me. You're either my girlfriend or nothing. Right now, you're nothing to me! Mason had said some screwed up things in his life, never has he told anyone he cared about they were dead to him. Dawn, understandably blown away by Mason's violent outburst knees dropped to the floor. She stared up into Mason's radiating all shades of compassion. Dawn Lohan: Calm down. Please. You're hurt... ok. I know what it's like. Mason scoffed. Blake Mason: You don't. You couldn't possibly understand what I'm feeling. I put myself on the line tonight, I risked everything to tell you how I really felt. You just want to be friends? Sorry. I don't need to be your friend. The less I see of you for now on, the better. Mason couldn't entertain Dawn's tears anymore. He pulled her way from the door and immediately stepped outside. Slamming the door behind him he muttered under his breathe. Blake Mason: You're dead to me. His pride wouldn't allow him to admit he was terribly wrong for lashing out at his friend like that. If sweet innocent Dawn Lohan didn't want to be with a man who justified his dishonorable deeds in the world of professional wrestling, so be it. Dawn had the right to date who she wanted. Bullshit. She should be with him. Dawn should be the lone woman standing by Blake Mason's side. He clinched his fist. He swung around to the door, feeling like he was ready to punch a hole through it. At the last possible moment he caught himself. He sighed. He rushed down the steps, he hopped into his black rented Lincoln continental. His driver didn't bother asking him did he accomplish his stated objective. Mason's sullen facial expression was enough to tell the story. Blake Mason: To the Vegas strip, Jake. Driver (Jake): Yes Mr. Mason. Mason made a vow to himself that he wouldn't become the womanizer he once was. He swore he wouldn't use women as a vehicle to satisfy his unlimited carnal desires again. Be respectful, remain abstinent. When the right woman comes along he would devour her with the Blake Mason Experience. He had a get together with Harmony Fisher the other day at The Skillet he categorizes as one of the most pleasant get togethers in the last five years. Should he had made a move? Should he had brought her to her knees, made her forget the other million or so men on the planet didn't exist. Doubt creeped into his mind. Dawn couldn't accept the 'better' version of him, what was the point? Forget being tame. Tonight is the night. No more mask. No more hiding. His carnal desires screamed to be feed. He went to a club. Spotted a woman. Flashed his million dollar smile. Just like that he was back in the game. It felt good. Really, really good. He's back. Or is he? …............... Promo Time: Hallelujah. Date: June 30th, 2012 Location: Mexico City, Mexico After the whirlwind past several days Blake Mason has had, he's glad he can focus on his first love, professional wrestling. With the incredible night he shared with Gia Rose still fresh in his mind, he felt motivated enough to round up the SCW camera crew hours before the South of the Border pay per view to promote his Friday Night Ammo match against former Heavyweight and Adrenaline Champion, Jake Starr. His match with Jake was originally scheduled for Breakdown. He didn't understand why The Board pushed his match back to July 6th. He didn't appreciate the lag time between matches. Oh well. That's life. On a bright sunny day Mason can be seen sitting in the drivers seat of a black 2005 Maybach. He sticks his head out the window. Flashing his trademark million dollar smile, he starts off by saying; Blake Mason: Breakdown was crazy, wasn't it? Last Breakdown symbolized Drach's last official night in power. Typical Drach, proving why The Board of Directors made the right decision. Contracts are meant to be honored, not cast aside whenever you want. Allowing Zero to compete in the main event? That's Drach for ya. Always operating in his own self interest. Wasn't that the reason why he was removed from the day to day operations in the first place? Thank god we can all breathe easy. No more authoritative figures with an ax to grind. No more impossible stipulations to overcome. Finally, finally I will be allowed to succeed on my own merit. Because the thing I hated most about Drach The Terrible' reign, his decision making. He books my return match against The Stewards? I hate The Stewards as much as anyone. Still. The Stewards? That match was beneath my abilities. He booked me in a singles match against Memphis Cade, knowing Cade had a hard on for Thirteen's Adrenaline Championship. Then there was the tag team tournament match two weeks ago. Glorious Bastards in round one? He gave Bad Company, The Hollow and The Shoot Kings free passes to the semis. Why not shove The Glorious Bastards to The Hollow. Or Bad Company. Or The Shoot Kings in round one. Nope. He shoved those jack assess to us out of spite. Mason shakes his head. Blake Mason: What do all these matches have in common? All Thirteen related. The Stewards wanted to avenge Sasha, Memphis had a hard on for the Adrenaline, and Drach used The Bastards to screw Thirteen. Hallelujah. No more. Breakdown was the greatest moment of my SCW career damn it. I trust the Board of Directors to treat me fairly. I trust them to schedule me in matches not related to Thirteen. I am looking forward to them seeing William 'Blake Mason' as his own person. Is that too much to ask? When William “Blake” Mason says this is what he wants, novel concept, give me a chance to prove I deserve a shot. Mason sighs. Blake Mason: Unfortunately, I'll need to wait for that shot. But you're facing the all mighty destroyer of worlds, Jake Starr. What are you talking about? Beating Jake will prove a lot. He shrugs his shoulders. Blake Mason: What have I done to earn the right to face, Jake? Nothing. We're here because of one backstage scuffle. Jake preventing me from getting involved in Thirteen's match with Thorn, and we can't forget, Jake costing me my opportunity to challenge Dark Fantasy for the tag team titles. This match is happening because, you guessed, my association with Thirteen. The Board would have likely booked this match based off the events anyway. I can't blame them for this, this was Drach's final strike against me. I would've appreciated getting this match over with three days ago. Why The Board decided subjecting this match to Friday Night Ammo? Hell if I know. I don't care. I want to step in the ring, wrestle Jake, move on. Based off my actions three days ago, I'll be very very busy come Rise to Greatness. Thinking about what he accomplished three days ago brings a much needed smile to Mason's face that last momentarily. Blake Mason: What am I supposed to say? Boy, I'm excited I'm wrestling the invincible Jake Starr? Gee, making a former SCW Heavyweight Champion and the most dominant Adrenaline Champion in history tap out will be the greatest coup of my SCW career? Man, I wish I could paint that picture. I wish I could plaster a smile on my face, lie to all you people, promote this match for what it isn't. In the big picture, this match means nada to me. Painting lipstick on a pig still doesn't mean it's not a pig. I'm a pawn to promote Thirteen and Starr. Thirteen hopes I soften up Jake for him, Jakes looking to make me a factor. Hello. I have my own Rise to Greatness match to worry about. Come on Board. Make Blake Mason versus Masquerade versus Greg Cherry official. It should not be that damn hard. Mason reaches over to the passenger side of the car. He produces a long stem rose for the camera. Blake Mason: Friday Night Ammo won't be about me seeking retribution. The potential of schooling two former Heavyweight Champions at Rise to Greatness; better than facing the World Tag Team Champions. I could see it now. If we had won the titles, ignorant fans would claim Thirteen carried me no matter what happened. On July sixth, I am not stepping into the ring with the intention of doing Thirteen's dirty work. If he wants to choke Jake out, I recommend he chokes him out on his own time. Not mines. I guarantee, if you stick your nose in my match, there will be issues. Does it sound like I care about you defending the title against him? You think I give a crap you're jumping out the seems to send him a message? Stay away. I can get the job done on my own. I never needed anyone, man or woman; to help me win matches. I don't need you on the 6th. Stay away, or I will choke you out myself. Where was I? Ah yeah. In spite of the events leading up to our match, Friday night will be my time to shine. I met someone special yesterday. We shared a couple drinks. Nothing happened. Even if she felt the ultimate rush of the Blake Mason Experience, I wouldn't tell you. I'm a gentleman. Impossible to believe? Whatever. Anyway. She saved me when I felt like slipping back into old self destructive habits. She's nice. Sweet. Incredible sense of humor. She's like me... without the baggage, and boy, do I have baggage. Relax. I'm not going to become Mother Theresa. I'm not quitting wrestling to save the poor and destitute in Calcutta. No woman is that powerful to turn this bad boy into a good man. But, what this woman has given me is gold at the end of the rainbow. Special lady, you know who you are, I'm dedicating this match to you. You are my inspiration to overcome what many fans feel is an impossible task for me. I don't feel beating Jake is impossible. As long as I'm prepared, as long as I believe in myself, I have a chance. And with you cheering me on... there is no doubt in my mind I will make this match my own. Mason throws the rose at the camera. Blake Mason: Until I hear from you, Jake. I'll be waiting. He knew Jake Starr would have plenty to say. Starr having nothing to say was a rarity. Mason turns the key to the ignition, waves goodbye to the camera. He drives off into the sunset as the scene fades to black.[/align] |
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| Jake Starr | Jul 2 2012, 08:49 PM Post #3 |
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"Game Changer" - SCW RP #165 Opponent: Blame Mason Date: 07.02.12 OOC Note: 1 of maybe 2... I dunno yet... |
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| Mr. D | Jul 3 2012, 07:47 PM Post #4 |
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| randyworld | Jul 5 2012, 09:18 AM Post #5 |
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Authors Note: The CD follows the events of my first for the week. The promo was filmed on July 4th, 2012. Really enjoyed writing Mason this week. Good luck Ian. Hope you're able to get a second one up with the extension granted. ... [align=center]Kiss From a Rose. The next morning Blake Mason woke up with two lovely blonds laying on each side of him. The details of the night before were blurry at best. Way to many drinks consumed. Useless small talk that led to this moment. He knew it wasn't his personality that sparked a threesome he barely has any memory of. When you're Blake Mason, professional wrestler, certified bad boy, and a self proclaimed God, there are women in this world who don't care who you are on the inside. So it was no surprise to him he woke up with two blonds laying next to him. Why should they care about my personality? Why should they worry about the demons I wrestle with? They want the bragging rights of sleeping with a professional wrestler. I wanted a distraction. They were looking for an ego boast. Win win? Mason didn't feel like it was a win win. He slid out of bed. He stormed to the bathroom. Looking at his own desolate reflection staring back at him, he wanted to forget last night. He wanted to purge from his mind the stinging rejection of Dawn Lohan. She has known Mason for three years, better then anyone, she has seen the best and worst of Mason. She has been overwhelmed by his charm, she's been put off by his over the top bluntness. She has seen how generous he can be. She has also witnessed the depths Mason would sink to to accomplish his objective. Watching Mason kidnap the owner's daughter? A crime she didn't believe Mason was capable of. Smashing a lead pipe into the abdomen of Masquerade and Greg Cherry? He remains proud of his actions. A part of him questioned his pride. What if he hadn't kidnapped Sasha or embarrassed Masquerade and Cherry, would Dawn Lohan had been his right now instead of two random blond women for all he knew could had given him crabs, or AID, or any number of STD's not named Sammy Thomas Davies. He splashed water in his face. There's no turning back now. He can't take back the past. He can't erase the emotional pain rushing through his body, like hell I'll try he demanded to himself. He walked back into the room, saw the blonds in his bed starting to stir. He stood by the bed, a smarmy grin spread from ear to ear. Waking up to two women, ten times better then being in a relationship with a certified virgin. “Hmmm... hi Blake.” the blond laying closest to the bathroom said with a grin on her face. “Damn.” he said. “Oh...” the woman said rubbing the sleep crust from her eyes. Mason walked over, he sat right next to her, running his hands through her thick blond hair that reminded him of Dawn's, he said; “Sorry, I'm still in awe.” She gazed at him quizzically. “Whys that?” He kissed her on the forehead. “You're even more striking in the morning then you were last night.” Chessy? Questionable. Whether the line was cheesy or not, the woman giggled. As much as Mason wanted to stay in the hotel, duty awaited. He stood up, he walked around to the head of the bed, grabbing his clothes from the night before he made his way to the bathroom. Knowing whoever he was talking to was going to ask where he was headed, he turned around. On cue, she appeared distraught Mason was hell bent on leaving. “Listen, I have to go.” She frowned. “Stay. Pretty please.” “As much as I'd like to, I have be in Mexico soon. Management needs me to promote the South of the Border pay per view.” “That sucks.” “I know, but, when I'm needed I'm needed.” “Me and Marissa need you.” “Another time perhaps.” The woman grinned. “I'll hold you to it.” Mason ran back to the bed, kissed the unnamed woman on the cheek. After hopping in the shower, grabbing his clothes and kissing the unnamed woman again, he left the hotel without a care in the world. His mind began to flutter of memories of his old life, where random sex with strange women was a common occurrence. Back then he was a little younger, bought without question his mentors ramblings about not buying into love. If only he bought into that philosophy when he dealt with Katie Steward, perhaps he wouldn't have gotten caught up in her warped fantasy world. On his way down the elevator he didn't feel the same glee he felt years ago. The ego trip that came from a common occurrence like this, not there. At least he wouldn't harbor any guilt from this. The women used him like he used them. Distraction. Fame whores. Win win? Win lose. They won. He lost. Deep down he knew that. No way he'd admit it. Pride has always been his unconquerable demon. Didn't take long for him to arrive in Mexico, City. The promotional tour for South of the Border would serve as the perfect distraction. He joined Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher. He wondered if there was an oft chance Brittany learned about the Dawn incident. He was confident she wouldn't know. When it comes to match preparation, he knew Lohan tended to block out the rest of the world. And he knew Dawn wouldn't intrude on her sister's zone. He couldn't be too certain, Dawn was an emotional wreck when he bolted on her. Would that be enough to disrupt their agreement? To his surprise, she didn't give the appearance she knew anything. They signed autographs. Answered fan questions. Flawless evening? He wasn't convinced. She might know. Lohan is unpredictable, maybe she will break into his hotel room, wait for him there. Leaving Lohan with a tidal wave of uneasiness rampaging his insides, Mason immediately headed to the hotel bar. Seeing Brittany wasn't what he needed. What he needed was to poison his body with hard liquor. As he prepared to order his first drink, he glanced to his right. His eyes couldn't pry themselves off the most stunning sight of the last two days. Gia Rose. He knew as much as everyone else. Lucas is the reason she's in Supreme Championship Wrestling, she was impressive in the Gauntlet for the Gold, failed to become champion at Riding Lighting. Hasn't made a solid impression since. With the stunning dress she was wearing, he had no interest in her stalled wrestling career. He wanted to get to know her. He was worried. Ring rats were one thing, the women Mason worked with, they had full knowledge of his nefarious past. Sleeping with co-workers had the potential to become a mitigated disaster, especially when word spreads around the locker room. That is why he always preferred to deal with ring rats. All the rats cared about was sleeping with a famous wrestler. Didn't matter to the rats Mason wasn't a main event performer. A wrestler is a wrestler. He beckoned the bartender over. “Hey bartender.” He pointed to Gia Rose.“See that young lady over there.” The bartender took one glance at Gia Rose. He nodded. “Send her a bottle of Tequila.” Mason slammed a twenty dollar bill on the table. The bartender wasted no time fetching the bars finest bottle of Tequila. Mason felt a twinge of nervousness flow through his veins. Made no sense for him to be nervous, he fashions himself to be a Modern Day God. Screw the fear, screw the rumors of his bad boy reputation, he was determined to share drinks with Gia Rose, and what will be, will be. Neglecting this chance was too good to pass up. Mason slid off the bar stool. With the bartender inching closer and closer to Gia he made himself scare. Mason watched from a brief distance the bartender handing Gia Rose the bottle. She shot her attention at the other end of the bar where Mason was sitting. Show time. Mason swooped in. "I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty of sharing a drink with you." She cracked a smile as he took a seat next to her. As brightly as the smile appeared it quickly simmered. He coached himself not to read to much into it. "I appreciate the gesture sir, but I-" She turned to look at him. He greeted her his million dollar smile. Mason extended his hand. "Hey, the name's..." She readily shook it. "I know who you are, I think the world does." Great. She knew who he was. How much she knew he had no way of knowing. Did she know about the Katie Steward fiasco? Was she paying astute attention to his kidnap attempt of the owners daughter? Dawn rejected him because of his debauchery. Would Gia Rose turn him away like Dawn did? Only one way to find out. He flashed his smile again, "Then I guess the formalities aren't needed, care to have a drink with me then?" He grabbed the Tequila bottle trying his best to purge all doubt from his mind, he poured the Tequila into two empty shot glasses. He confidently presented Gia her glass. "Why would I want to have a drink with you?" "Why wouldn't you? We're both young, both seemingly alone tonight, and you do look extremely beautiful if I say so myself. I think it would be a miscarriage of justice if you didn't at least share one drink with me." Mason laid her drink back on the bar. "Look, it's just one drink and if you don't have fun for say thirty minutes? Then I'll leave you alone." "What are you going to do, give me my money back if you fail?" Mason laughed. Gia's brashness had a surprise soothing effect on him. "Ha, a woman with a sense of humour, I like it. Don't worry, I don't bite." It was moment of truth time. He did the best he could to overcome whatever reservations were dancing around in Gia's head. If she accepted his offer, fine. If not, he would go back to his hotel room, bottle in hand, and drown his sorrows in alcohol. "Alright, thirty minutes - Impress me." She offered a small smile as he handed her her glass. So they drank. They made small talk mostly. He wanted to know why she became a professional wrestler. How was she enjoying her time in Supreme Championship Wrestling. There was the occasional flirtation mixed in with the small talk, as the thirty minutes flew by Mason enjoyed his time with Gia Rose. With more then enough shots raging inside him, the alcohol broke down Mason's defenses. He briefly thought about leaving, there was something about Gia that made him think... pouring my heart out in an alcoholic stupor can't hurt. He confessed everything. Him pouring his heart out. His stinging rejection. His emotional outburst. He left out the part about him sleeping with two women, he wasn't that drunk. Gia came across very empathic to his plight which made Mason feel like a million bucks. With his thirty minutes up, Mason thanked Gia for a lovely time. He didn't feel she was sober enough to make it to her room alone so he offered to escort her there. Gia nodded, thanking Mason for his offer. They hopped on an elevator, he pushed the button to her floor. When the elevator parted open he walked her the rest of the way. He shook her hand, thanking her for a nice time again. They exchanged contact information with each other. Feeling Gia was in safe hands Mason walked away. Gia was what he needed. A nice smart sassy woman he could spend time with. Was there a future for them? Could she be the woman to lift him from the darkness? Were these the questions a man consumed by tequila should be entertaining? Once he reached his room the only thing he entertained was the thrilling comfort of his King Size bed. Exhausted, he dropped straight to sleep for a second straight night.[/align] [align=center]...... Promo Time: Your Humility, Cometh. Mason didn't have time to set up shop the old fashioned way for his second promotional video, so instead, he opted to shoot his promo on all things, on his mini camcorder. He was sitting in the backseat of his rented Lincoln continental. He had every intention of spending his blissful 4th of July with a very special lady. Why not get the promotional stuff out the way, spend a great day with her and relax. Mason stares straight into the camera lens with heightened intensity oozing from his pores. He's wearing a black t-shirt with “Blake Mason Experience” plastered in yellow lettering. His hair, perfect. His demeanor, uncanny. Mason: I'll admit, Jake. When you came down to the ring and stole from me of a chance to advance further in the tag team tournament I was irate. I wanted nothing more then to mount your head above my fireplace... but the more I thought about it, as the weeks passed by, the more grateful I was you acted in your own self interest. I'm not naïve. You didn't get involved in my match to do me any favors but you did. You proved beyond a shadow of a doubt you're good for something after all. For weeks, Greg Cherry's personal life has filtered SCW airwaves. For weeks, Greg Cherry thought Masquerade was pulling the strings. No one expected me to be the puppet master behind it all. The memory of last week is still fresh. The shock radiating from everybody in the arena, a jam packed Staples Center wondering, why Blake Mason, why. Why did you drill two former Heavyweight Champions in the ribs with a lead pipe. Simple. I wanted a match at Rise to Greatness. I wanted a big time match to set the pace for the rest of my year. And, I wanted a moment not associated with Thirteen. All everyone is talking about on the message boards. In the chat rooms. All Greg Cherry and Masquerade can focus on is me. I like the attention Jake. Because when they want to get their hands on me, it won't be because of Thirteen. It will be because I gave them a reason to go. Now imagine if I would've became number one contender to the tag team titles. I wouldn't have my potential three way match against two former Heavyweight Champions would I? If you bothered listening to my first promo, you'd know that's what I wanted. Mason shakes his head. He wasn't shocked, Jake Starr taking the time to listen what anyone had to say isn't the reason he's a former Heavyweight champion. Mason: You have NO idea what I want, Jake. Is becoming champion important to me. Damn right it is. It's as important to me as it is to you. Even more so. So you haven't been a champion in SCW for a year? Boo fucking hoo, like I give a crap! At least you've been champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling. At least YOU are the man who brought the Adrenaline Division from the brink of death back to relevancy. You're right. You were. No disputing that. At least you're a former World Heavyweight Champion. And we can't forget you're the only man who was able to end the reign of Dark Fantasy. Listening to you speak about not being champion in a year, who cares. I don't. If anyone deserves to complain about NOT being champion, it's me. Not you you son of a bitch. You've never dealt with the crap I had to. Management always looking at me like I'm someones pawn. I already detailed every match I've been in since I've come back. Most of them related to Thirteen. Not one match I was allowed to shine on my own. I haven't been given the chance to carve a path for myself. Same thing when I was associated with Katie. I wrestled Shawn Winters, why? Because Winters had a past with Katie. I can accept those matches, when they comprise most of my matches? That, I have a problem with. Its not my fault SCW Management is so damn short sighted. I wish I was handed everything on a silver plater like you. Unlike you, the rest of us have to actually, I don't know, work to earn our spot. You haven't earned a damn thing since the initial Adrenaline Championship match. You never earned a shot at the Underground. Never earned a shot at the tag team titles. Never earned a shot to try and win the US title years ago, and you god damn didn't earn a title shot against Thirteen. The only reason you're receiving a shot at Thirteen is because Drach is using you out of desperation to get the title off him. Mason rolls his eyes. It's becoming tiresome to him, first the Adrenaline Gauntlet at Riding Lightning, then the Real Speed/Xavier Magnus back to back matches, now this. Where the big boys play Mason's ass, Thirteens Adrenaline Championship reign, his challengers weren't picked based on who deserved it more, Drach wanted to punish Thirteen. If anyone should be held accountable for the perceived unimpressiveness of Thirteens reign, Drach ego did it. Of course Starr won't blame Drach Mason thought, as long as Starr received another handout he wasn't going to bite the hand that fed him. Mason: Since you're clueless about EVERYTHING related to me, I'll tell you what I want. I need to make an impact. That isn't exclusive to championships. Greg Cherry has had ten championship reigns? What does that mean? He has ten championship reigns, most of them unmemorable. Your good buddy Jason Zero, seven Heavyweight Championship reigns. Does that make him the greatest Heavyweight Champion in history? Hell no. When I think of impact, I think of Infamous, a group of vultures who dominated this company for two years. No one could stop them. Not even you. I think of Christy Matthews, a woman who stood by her ideals no matter what. A woman you claimed you wanted to beat with every fiber of your being. What happened, Jake? You haven't beaten her, yet. Have you? In two years she has made more of a dent in this company then you. Whether she's loved. Hated. Despised. The fans will remember her before they remember your tired ass. They'll especially remember her when she closes out Rise to Greatness. Where will you be? Stuck in the middle of the show, lost in the shuffle, just like you are now. Mason smirks. Mason: This time around Jake, I will make an impact on this company. When I leave Supreme Championship Wrestling for the final time, everybody watching at home, everybody paying their hard earned money to watch me compete, every potential SCW signee will remember I made an imprint on this company that far surpassed championship reigns. Who am I? I'm ambitious. I'm a big thinker. I'm the guy who sets the highest standard possible, reaches for that brass ring, and will not rest until he conquers the entire world like Alexander The Great. That's who I see myself as, a modern day Alexander without the track record. This week is as great a time as any to begin my complete domination of this company. This week I start by dominating you. People like you Jake need to be humbled. You need to be humiliated. You need to be shown you are human just like everybody else. This Friday, I humble you. Friday night, my sole purpose is to dominate you. When the bell rings and the referee raises my hand in victory, you come to grips with your own humanity. You're not using me, I'm using you to send a message to the entire SCW locker room. I will be taken seriously from now on. And if you don't... welcome to the Blake Mason Experience. Thanks for serving your role, son. ... and with that the scene fades to black.[/align] |
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| Jake Starr | Jul 5 2012, 09:34 PM Post #6 |
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"Support System" - SCW RP #166 Opponent: Blake Mason Date: 07.05.12 OOC Note: Really had to rush to get this all out, but wanted to get it up quick for Olek. I hope it reads well. |
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