I don’t know if you thought I wouldn’t pay any attention to it our not but this is the fourth time you walked by me, and you have yet to pick anything up!
Girl: So you did notice me did you?
I noticed you from the first time I saw you walk into the display upfront because you where starring at me!
Girl: Well I’m Ashley what’s your name?
Mason….Mason Meadows.
Ashley: Well it’s nice to meet you. You want to hook up this weekend?
Tell you what Ashley here’s my number. Sunday I am having a after party for my victory at Doomsday I want you to be my special guest.
Mason pull’s out a small business card and hands it to her. She smiles and tucks it in her back pocket.
Ashley: Ok,….So you’re a wrestler huh?
The best!
Ashley: I’m sure you are. I cant wait to see what you can do.
Well just watch Doomsday on pay per view and you will see exactly…….
Ashley: That’s not what I meant….. I’ll call you Sunday bye!
The girl smiles and as she walks away rubs her hand along Mason’s chest. He turns and watches as she walks down the aisle and out the front door. The camera fades to black.
A Day In The Life of Mason Meadows
Location: Masons home
Date and Time: 10-01-04 01:00 AM
Subject: Doomsday
Cameras open in the home of Mason Meadows. The huge living room has a treadmill in the middle of it which Mason is jogging on. He has on his Adidas running shoes with his faded baby blue north Carolina Tar Heels shorts. He isn’t wearing a shirt but has the television turned on ESPN. He look’s at the camera then stop’s the treadmill. He stands there on it and wipes some sweat off his body with the towel there. Hew mutes the television set and then looks back up at the camera.
Well the war of words has become very loud and fast! The people are starting the chants as they get ready for battle. Vigilante and Corey Bull have promised each other a beating. Zephiniah has told Tyler and Payne both what he plans on doing. Billy Kronik and Nathan Sampson are also getting the old mouths warmed up! It seems to me that everyone here is nothing but a bunch of talk. They all want to run there mouths and most of them barely speak proper fucking English! I have never worked with some many ignorant humans in my life. What the saddest part of all is most of them don’t even know it. I mean hell a thousand dollar bounty on the head of Vigilante? I can squeeze a thousand bucks out of my seat cushions, The dumb asses here all think that a thousand dollars is something to go jump for joy about! There fucking morons. Patrick Shelley is just getting off cheap by ridding Vigilante of the belt. The way I see it is you can give me ten thousand dollars. I’ll take both Vigilante and Payne out…..Hell I’ll even rid Mo Fugga from ACW. Patrick you’re a cheap ass bitch. I hope you don’t think these idiots you hand selected are going to do the job. You need real men. Men with brains. Men with power. Men who will do it right the first time. Your cheap! Find a real fucking hitman! Find someone to get the job done and don’t waste our time!
Mason step’s off his treadmill and walks to his recliner. He grabs the Gatorade bottle next to his chair and takes a swallow. He then leans back in the chair and closes his eyes for a moment. He then smirks as he looks up.
Now also on Doomsday they have placed me against the current Generation champion Stone Cold Steve Austin. The dumbass himself. The drunk, broke down redneck bitch! Steve you claim to be bi polar? I think the bi word is right. But I’m not so sure about the polar. You run your little mouth. You drink some beer. You call the people names. You think now that you turned to the so called evil side that you are more scary? Do you think the people really care? Hell do you think I care? Really do you even think for some damn reason I care if they care or not? I have always been about myself! Making sure I get mine! Come Doomsday I am going to beat the shit out of you. I will totally destroy your sorry broke down ass. You say I seem pissed off? I’m not pissed off because of anything you did Austin. I’m pissed off because of that fucked up Ric Flair and Patrick Shelley fucking up a match at the last minute. I am pissed off because I didn’t get to go up against a real man like Corey Bull not some worthless drunk like yourself! Steve every time I see or hear your face or voice I want to cry. Your shit! Your something that ole Vinnie Mac in WWE created! I cant help it that you couldn’t keep your hands off your wife and you had to leave! That’s not my fault! Learn to deal with it. You may have been the shit in ACW but not anymore. You have me to deal with. You have Mason Meadows looking at you. I admit you beat me in a prison yard match. But that’s not wrestling that is not a sport. That’s a drunks fight! A fight for untrained scum to go knock each other around in! I’m not some hardcore fuck up! I’m a wrestler! I’m the best damn wrestler to ever grace the ring! Doomsday you will get your fate handed to you when I take that Generation championship and make it mine1 Just wait and see what the fuck I can do!
Mason stands up and flip’s the television off. He then cut’s off the lights in the living room as he walks down the hall and the camera fades.
