Post by Mason Moore on Aug 3, 2011 22:30:04 GMT -5
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"Blackness serves as my cover,
Blackness serves as my shield,
Blackest of the hearts,
Blackest of the damned.
White is my veil,
White is my guidance,
Whitest of the clouds,
Whitest of the soul.
When in doubt I'll set you free,
When in doubt you'll stand by me.
What is pain but only fear,
When the light seems bleak,
I'll keep you near.
I'll rise today never falling again,
Because on this day,
On THIS day,
This day,
You are my only friend."
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Set Back
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The scene fades from black to the inside of barely lit room. A near burnt light bulb swings above the center of the room causing a small amount of light to grab on to whatever object it can. The walls are covered in graffiti and stains as the camera pans to the other side of the room to notice that one wall has a hole in the center of it, seeping into the next room.
*Tink … Tink tink ... Tink*
Rain begins to pour on the roof, smacking against the metal gutters and beating across the siding. Attention is met back at the center of the room where a figure is sitting Indian style under the swinging light bulb. Its soft glow outlines the figure as rain begins to seep through the cracks in the ceiling, running down the light bulb and dripping on to the man. As the man begins to speak we realize that it is Mason Moore.
Mason Moore:
Guts and glory. Hail to the almighty Anthony.
Mason brings his hands up and starts a slow clap.
*Clap ... Clap ... Clap*
Mason Moore:
Words cannot express how embarrassed I am. I was conned. I let the eagerness control me. Oh how I loathe the joys of being green. I expected too much and I expected more; Hell, the locker room expected more. A count out, the numbers of one through ten spewing from the referees mouth, the over excitement of being so close to my first victory to only be laid out on the outside of the ring at the number 9. Dazed and confused, I heard every number; how could numerals hurt so much to make me question everything?
Mason, still in the Indian style position but never bringing his head up, puts his hands to the side of him and starts to rub the ground that he sits on.
Mason Moore:
But questions, heh, questions are not without answers. Questions are nothing more than a lead in to the follow through. That night, I took a long hard look at myself in the mirror, I looked at my bruises and laughed. Another memory added to my mind, another story to tell.
I was driving myself insane looking for the answer to why I couldn't just stay in the ring, but in all honesty, this was one question that I would not be able to find an answer for. But if you wanted a quick, rational one, I guess stupidity could pay the bill, or maybe just being a bit anxious.
Mason picks up his head with his eyes closed and tilts it towards the ceiling as rain begins to pour from every crack and crevice. The rain streams off of Masons face and a smile forms on his face.
Mason Moore:
The rain knows no passion nor does it know sympathy; yet when stricken with pain, remorse, grief, or just plain reflections, the rain seems to sooth and wash away all feelings.
Mason tilts his head down as his eyes meet with the camera.
Mason Moore:
My feelings of redemption are ones of my own needs. I must face him again, but not today. This day is not of redemptions, this day is for another path. But I did write you a letter, Anthony. Let me read it for you.
Mason reaches behind his back and pulls out a piece of paper.
Mason Moore:
Dear Anthony,
Our lives will cross again, but for now let's keep our heads clear. Every day when we pass each other in the hallways with pupils of brimstone, let the feelings hide. We have other agendas right now, but later on, we will meet again. Maybe sooner than expect.
Forever,
Mason Moore.
Mason reaches behind his back once more and brings back a Zippo. He flips open the lid with a single wrist motion. He flicks the Zippos and ignites the wick. He puts the letter over the flame and catches it on fire. He smiles and sets it in front of him.
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Playing with Nitro-us
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Mason Moore:
The fire that burns in front of me is one that I see burning in the soul of Mr. Johnny Nitro. Don't let his arrogance fool you; he is a talented wrestler who knows his way around our squared circle. But, I know one other man with the fire and passion that he has, and that man is me.
The power and grace of one man with amazing acrobatics and a no-quit attitude. Mr. Nitro will indeed be a fierce opponent.
I welcome the challenge.
Mason stands up and lets his arms dangle to his side. He once again picks his head up and looks through the cracks of the ceiling as rain pours in his face. Constantly staring, but never blinking, Mason opens his mouth and lets in some of the water. He closes his mouth and swallows the water. He put his head back down, facing the camera.
Mason Moore:
No matter how skilled nor how powerful; Height advantage or small and agile, every person has a weakness.
Mr. Nitro, you may have attained a win to my loss, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to walk into the ring and lay down, no way no how.
After my loss against Anthony I may have dwelled on it a tad too long, but why wouldn’t I? It was my first match in SNME and I was there to make a statement. But what I can say is that I stood toe to toe with a veteran. I earned my loss from being a rookie with a small mistake. You earned your win from a man who thinks he was someone else from a past era. He was handicapped from the start.
But don’t let my words fool you, or trail off from your thoughts. I’m not cocky nor am I arrogant, I’m just a man with one goal, to make an impact.
I started that last week, but unfortunately for me I couldn’t close the deal. This week, however, is a different story.
Johnny, enter through those ropes and leave it all behind you. Your past, present and future. Enter those ropes and look into my eyes and see the fire that burns with passion. Enter those ropes and see a man that stands before you, willing to do whatever it takes to win. I don’t expect to win every week, and I’m not going to run my mouth like I do. You win and lose, and it’s easy to go either way.
On Saturday, Johnny, let’s ignite the Nitro and blow this arena up.
Mason looks up to the ceiling as the rain beats off his face. Drop by drop run down the light bulb until finally…
*POP*
The light bulb explodes as the scene fades to black and the SNME logo washes across the screen.
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