Post by Mr. Mason on Sept 30, 2016 0:08:14 GMT
Mason is sitting at a cheap table in a dark room with only a light shining down on him that hangs from the ceiling. He stares at the camera as the light swings slow. Mason’s hands rest, folded on the table. Wearing a dark blue suit and matching tie, he looks at his watch. He looks back up at the camera and begins to speak.
“You’re looking at a man who has defeated champions and former champions. This could be said of anyone in this business. How many can say that after only stepping foot in the ring for the first time four months ago. Give or take a few days?”
He continues on as he stares at the camera.
“You could say that I had a bit of a losing streak prior to signing with EOW. Everyone I've faced had more experience than me. Regardless of the outcomes of those matches, I still pushed everyone I faced to the limit. They began to think twice about who they were facing. People began wondering what side of me they’d be up against. Kimitsu, I wouldn’t make that same mistake if I were you. Don't waste time wondering which side of me you'll meet at Livewire. I’m going to tell you.”
Mason unfolds his hands, reaches into his suit jacket, and takes out a pack of cigarettes. Opening them, he takes out a lighter with the menthol cigarette, and lights up. He takes a drag, exhales, and leans back in the chair.
“Like you, I’ve been trained well. I may be inexperienced when it comes to wrestling, but last I checked you weren’t exactly a seasoned talent in the industry yourself. But, jump on my back to choke me out, because I’m not someone that will tap out. I have a high tolerance for pain, and you'll learn that the hard way.”
Mason grins at the camera.
“I’m too focused to lose sight of you, no matter how fast you try to move around and confuse me. I’m not going to let you stand there in front of me, thinking that you can wrap your legs around my head and flip me over like a buffoon. Try to kick me, Kimitsu. You'll wish you hadn't. You'll be leaving Livewire with a bad limp.”
Mason takes a drag from the cigarette and exhales.
“It’s not as simple as it sounds, Kimitsu. I don't expect you to roll over. I’m not here claiming to be the toughest man on the planet. I’m not here saying I’m the best. But, October 9th, I’ve got a mission. I see you as an objective. One that I will finish, no matter how long it takes.”
He smiles and continues on, flicking his ashes on the floor.
“You know how I'm going beat you? I’m telling you because I don’t sneak around. I don’t need to. I don't have to attack people when they're not expecting it.”
He takes another drag, exhales, and watches the smoke as it rises. He looks to the camera again.
“Every time you make a cover, I’m going to let you get a two count on me before I kick out. It's going to piss you off. Right now, you’re sitting at a bar somewhere, drinking because you’re nervous. Why? Because you know what’s coming to you. Pretend you’re not worried about our match, if you like. I won’t care what state of mind you're in. I’m coming to teach you a lesson you should have learned from your mentor.”
He flicks more ashes onto the floor.
“After I kick out, time and time again, your temper is going to get the better of you. You won’t have to question whether you’re living up to the Zombie legacy or not, because the answer is already no. Our match will come down to who makes the first mistake. Your biggest problem is that I have the stamina and endurance to outlast you. And you have to accept that you know it’s true.”
Mason takes another drag from the cigarette. He pauses a moment before saying his last words.
“You might as well face it, Kimitsu. Karma is standing at the door with a bouquet of violence for you. Tokyo Zombie, don't leave the light on for Kimitsu. Goodnight."
