Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Aug 23, 2011 14:21:12 GMT -5
The following footage was released on SNMEWrestling.com, giving fans a look at a highly anticipated match that is scheduled to happen at Highway 2 Hell:
Anthony Ferraros music is still blaring over the PA System as he walks up the ramp, victorious. The camera pans back to the ring as Mason still sits there, tied up within the ropes. His head hangs down in shame as sweat pours from his forehead and down his back. He peers up and spys Jacob Jones stirring, coming back from his dream world back to reality. Jacob grabs the back of his head as he realizes that he had lost the match. Squinting, Jacob looks over at Mason, no smiles are exchanged as Jacob brings himself to the kneeling position. He places his hands on his lap and looks over at Mason, still with his head down. Jacob waves off Mason and makes his exit out of the ring under neath the bottom rope by rolling out. Referees enter the ring and help Mason escape from his prison. As his arms are freed Mason sits there for a moment. You can see the sadness making its home on his face. The sold out crowd stands out of their seats and give Mason a standing ovation. Mason picks his head up and looks around at the crowd. It's strange to see a new comer get such a response from the crowd, especially a SNME crowd. They begin to chant his name.
"Mason ... Mason ... Mason"
Mason can't help but to crack a smile as a single tear rolls down his cheek. This was his chance at the title, and he knew it. Mason stands up and looks around at the crowd, still standing on their feet clapping and cheering. He waves and goes to exit the ring. Midway through the second rope he stops. He turns back into the ring and walks over towards the announce table position. He motions to the ring announcer for a microphone. Justin runs one over to him immediately.
Mason Moore: You people... You people are my drive.
The crowd goes nuts as Mason smiles into the microphone, sweat pouring off his chest. He puts one hand up. as his white teeth shine through with his eyes closed. He puts his hand back down and looks around again. He walks over to the corner of the ring, facing the camera. He leans on the buckle and puts his head down.
Mason Moore: I may have lost tonight, but there will be many more matches in my future. The wins and losses never mean anything to me, it's about what I do every night out here. I come out here and give you my all, and after tonight, my all just wasn't good enough. But who's to say that I still didn't win? Anthony may have come out the victor, but thousands here in this arena disagree as well as the millions watching at home.
Mason thrusts himself off the corner buckle and walks back to the middle of the ring. He smiles as his bright blue eyes help him embrace the cheers coming from the crowd. He stretches out his arms and closes his eyes, still smiling, breathing in the electricity. He places the microphone to his lips.
Mason Moore: So it looks like a spot just opened up for Mason Moore at the Pay Per View. It looks like I'm free for anyone. If it's alright with Shawn, I would like him to send out someone to challenge me. It sure as hell isn't a Pay Per View without a little but of Mason Moore on it.
Mason drops the microphone to his side as the crowd goes insane. He faces the ramp and awaits a challenger.
"What Kammy Wants, Kammy Gets" hits the PA and out comes the blonde bombshell to a standing ovation. She stands on the stage smiling at the fans, holding a microphone in her hands. The fans eventually calm down, giving her a chance to speak.
Kammy: Well hello there! I don't believe we had the chance to meet, so allow me to introduce myself. I am the queen of wrestling....I am the queen of SNME...I am Kammy!
The fans erupt once again, starting a "Kammy" chant throughout the arena. Moore looks around through the crowd, seeing them applaud the lady on the stage.
Kammy: Mr. Moore, I've seen your work out here in the ring, and I must say...you're quite impressive. Although you haven't been on the winning end very much, I'd like to be the one to offer you another chance to prove yourself. That's right, I'm out here to accept your challenge. I think working with a veteran like myself could do wonders for your career....whereas if I defeat you, it wouldn't really do much more. I've done a lot in this business, and now I'm giving you the opportunity to be on my level of greatness. What do you say, Mason?
Kammy stands on the stage awaiting an answer.Mason smiles at Kammy and looks around the arena at all the fans and listens to them chanting her name.
Mason Moore: In my entire life I would not have dreamed of a superstar of such caliber as yourself would even want to face a piss-ant such as myself. To be graced with your presence right now in this very ring is indeed an honor. To be frank, you are an amazing wrestler who's had an illustrious career and you left me awestruck. You have proven to the world that you're not your average female wrestler. You proved on countless occasions that you are, in fact, a force to be reckoned with. Kammy, I accept. I accept your invitation, but on one condition. You say that you're impressed with me, and you also brought up that I haven't been on the winning end a lot. So I have this proposition. If I win, you become my valet. Let me rephrase that. If I win, you become my mentor. You help mold me into the wrestler I should be. If you accept this, then you get to pick the stipulation if you win.
Mason smiles and lowers the microphone, awaiting Kammys response.
Kammy: You want me as your mentor? You want me as your valet? I'd be completely fine with that. I have managed many great superstars in my day, and I think I could definitely push you to your limits. However, if I push you to your limits in our match....well, let's just say I have a stipulation of our own. If you defeat me, sure...I'll manage you.....but if I win? Hmm, well I overheard you calling out management demanding a shot at the Intercontinental Championship match, being you pinned Alberto Del Rio. Surely you deserve that opportunity...but if I defeat you, your opportunity becomes mine. That's right Mr. Moore, I've yet to hold a man's title here in SNME, and my chances are surely running low with all these new talent. So how do you feel about that? My services against your title shot?
Mason stands there, staring at Kammy for a moment. He looks around the arena as if weighing his options. He turns back to Kammy and places the microphone up to his lips.
Mason Moore: Kammy, I accept.
Mason drops the microphone and walks up the ramp leaving Kammy smiling in the ring.
Anthony Ferraros music is still blaring over the PA System as he walks up the ramp, victorious. The camera pans back to the ring as Mason still sits there, tied up within the ropes. His head hangs down in shame as sweat pours from his forehead and down his back. He peers up and spys Jacob Jones stirring, coming back from his dream world back to reality. Jacob grabs the back of his head as he realizes that he had lost the match. Squinting, Jacob looks over at Mason, no smiles are exchanged as Jacob brings himself to the kneeling position. He places his hands on his lap and looks over at Mason, still with his head down. Jacob waves off Mason and makes his exit out of the ring under neath the bottom rope by rolling out. Referees enter the ring and help Mason escape from his prison. As his arms are freed Mason sits there for a moment. You can see the sadness making its home on his face. The sold out crowd stands out of their seats and give Mason a standing ovation. Mason picks his head up and looks around at the crowd. It's strange to see a new comer get such a response from the crowd, especially a SNME crowd. They begin to chant his name.
"Mason ... Mason ... Mason"
Mason can't help but to crack a smile as a single tear rolls down his cheek. This was his chance at the title, and he knew it. Mason stands up and looks around at the crowd, still standing on their feet clapping and cheering. He waves and goes to exit the ring. Midway through the second rope he stops. He turns back into the ring and walks over towards the announce table position. He motions to the ring announcer for a microphone. Justin runs one over to him immediately.
Mason Moore: You people... You people are my drive.
The crowd goes nuts as Mason smiles into the microphone, sweat pouring off his chest. He puts one hand up. as his white teeth shine through with his eyes closed. He puts his hand back down and looks around again. He walks over to the corner of the ring, facing the camera. He leans on the buckle and puts his head down.
Mason Moore: I may have lost tonight, but there will be many more matches in my future. The wins and losses never mean anything to me, it's about what I do every night out here. I come out here and give you my all, and after tonight, my all just wasn't good enough. But who's to say that I still didn't win? Anthony may have come out the victor, but thousands here in this arena disagree as well as the millions watching at home.
Mason thrusts himself off the corner buckle and walks back to the middle of the ring. He smiles as his bright blue eyes help him embrace the cheers coming from the crowd. He stretches out his arms and closes his eyes, still smiling, breathing in the electricity. He places the microphone to his lips.
Mason Moore: So it looks like a spot just opened up for Mason Moore at the Pay Per View. It looks like I'm free for anyone. If it's alright with Shawn, I would like him to send out someone to challenge me. It sure as hell isn't a Pay Per View without a little but of Mason Moore on it.
Mason drops the microphone to his side as the crowd goes insane. He faces the ramp and awaits a challenger.
"What Kammy Wants, Kammy Gets" hits the PA and out comes the blonde bombshell to a standing ovation. She stands on the stage smiling at the fans, holding a microphone in her hands. The fans eventually calm down, giving her a chance to speak.
Kammy: Well hello there! I don't believe we had the chance to meet, so allow me to introduce myself. I am the queen of wrestling....I am the queen of SNME...I am Kammy!
The fans erupt once again, starting a "Kammy" chant throughout the arena. Moore looks around through the crowd, seeing them applaud the lady on the stage.
Kammy: Mr. Moore, I've seen your work out here in the ring, and I must say...you're quite impressive. Although you haven't been on the winning end very much, I'd like to be the one to offer you another chance to prove yourself. That's right, I'm out here to accept your challenge. I think working with a veteran like myself could do wonders for your career....whereas if I defeat you, it wouldn't really do much more. I've done a lot in this business, and now I'm giving you the opportunity to be on my level of greatness. What do you say, Mason?
Kammy stands on the stage awaiting an answer.Mason smiles at Kammy and looks around the arena at all the fans and listens to them chanting her name.
Mason Moore: In my entire life I would not have dreamed of a superstar of such caliber as yourself would even want to face a piss-ant such as myself. To be graced with your presence right now in this very ring is indeed an honor. To be frank, you are an amazing wrestler who's had an illustrious career and you left me awestruck. You have proven to the world that you're not your average female wrestler. You proved on countless occasions that you are, in fact, a force to be reckoned with. Kammy, I accept. I accept your invitation, but on one condition. You say that you're impressed with me, and you also brought up that I haven't been on the winning end a lot. So I have this proposition. If I win, you become my valet. Let me rephrase that. If I win, you become my mentor. You help mold me into the wrestler I should be. If you accept this, then you get to pick the stipulation if you win.
Mason smiles and lowers the microphone, awaiting Kammys response.
Kammy: You want me as your mentor? You want me as your valet? I'd be completely fine with that. I have managed many great superstars in my day, and I think I could definitely push you to your limits. However, if I push you to your limits in our match....well, let's just say I have a stipulation of our own. If you defeat me, sure...I'll manage you.....but if I win? Hmm, well I overheard you calling out management demanding a shot at the Intercontinental Championship match, being you pinned Alberto Del Rio. Surely you deserve that opportunity...but if I defeat you, your opportunity becomes mine. That's right Mr. Moore, I've yet to hold a man's title here in SNME, and my chances are surely running low with all these new talent. So how do you feel about that? My services against your title shot?
Mason stands there, staring at Kammy for a moment. He looks around the arena as if weighing his options. He turns back to Kammy and places the microphone up to his lips.
Mason Moore: Kammy, I accept.
Mason drops the microphone and walks up the ramp leaving Kammy smiling in the ring.