Post by Mason Kane on Aug 25, 2021 22:05:37 GMT -5
OFF-AIR
God damn that fucking phone!!!
Those were the thoughts going through the mind of “The Neutralizer” Mason Kane as he sits up in bed for what feels like the one-hundredth time. Grabbing his phone, Mason looks at the name on the screen and just lets out a loud sigh.
“What now?”
The tone of Mason’s voice was full of annoyance right now.
“A job? You do realize it’s four in the fucking morning right?”
Not caring about the other person on the phone hearing him, Mason lets out a loud yawn.
“You’ve called me non-stop for two hours straight now. All for you to expect me to do that. You must be as stupid as Lance Williams is for fucks sake. Only I don’t get paid to listen to your stupidity and before you say anything, you don’t have the kind of money that Lance is paying me to put up with your stupidity too.”
Before Mason can say anything else, he is interrupted by the person on the phone and that’s a pet peeve of Mason’s, being interrupted.
“I wasn’t done talking, you absolute bell end.”
With that Mason turned his phone off before placing it back down on the bedside table he got it from. Once he’d done that, Mason laid back down on his bed and drifted off back to sleep.
FIVE HOURS LATER…
With what happened in the early hours of the morning, Mason was still tired as hell as he poured himself a cup of coffee. As he walked into the lounge, he sat down in his armchair after placing his coffee down on the table beside the armchair. Finally, Mason switched his phone back on and saw the missed calls and texts as he rolled his eyes. Then he sees a text from Lance Williams and reads it before letting out a sigh. Mason goes out of the messages and goes into his contacts, scrolling down them he accidentally scrolls past Lance’s name and lands on Mackenna and smiles. Unfortunately, he wasn’t calling her right now, instead, he had to call that big stupid oaf Lance Williams who made Donkey Kong look like Einstein. The rolling of the eyes from Mason said it all as he scrolled back up to Lance Williams's name and called him.
“This King Kong looking bitch better answer his phone.”
Just as Mason had finished saying that, Lance answered the phone. Lance clearly didn’t hear what Mason had said but Mason wouldn’t have cared anyone if he had heard.
“I see that you’ve been trying to contact me. What do I need to do?”
As Lance started to talk and waffle on, Mason picked up his coffee and started to drink it. If he was going to have to deal with Lance, he was going to have to consume more coffee.
“A match? With who and why?”
The frustration in Mason’s voice was very noticeable, even for someone as slow as Lance.
“Serrano Poblano. You do realize these hands of mine have plenty of blood on them, right? Is there something you have against him?”
As Lance continued to go on and on, Mason finished the rest of his coffee and got up to his feet. He then heads into the kitchen and pours some more coffee.
“Oh, there will be more blood on my hands. You’ve basically led Serrano to his slaughter. I still don’t know why you couldn’t have done it yourself though.”
After saying that, Mason knew why Lance wasn’t doing it. Why would he get his hands dirty with someone he didn’t need to, right? That’s he was going to throw money at Mason to do it. Mason was happy enough to get a payday from Project: Honor and Lance Williams too. After all, Mason wasn’t going to tell Lance that he was getting an appearance fee for dealing with Serrano.
“You what? You’ll be at ringside and why is that? Do you really think I need babysitting?”
This angered Mason so much. Not only did Lance want him to do his dirty work but he wanted to be there to watch over him as he did so too.
“Just let me do my job. I don’t need you getting involved either. I’m capable of taking care of Serrano on my own. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to drop you too as well if you fuck this up for me.”
As Lance is talking, Mason is thinking to himself about if Lance costs him the match, Lance won’t be making the PPV to defend the X-Factor Championship.
“Whatever Lance. By the way, that information you wanted, I’ve just emailed it over. Don’t make me look like a fool at Proving Ground because I promise you now, it won’t just be Serrano getting neutralized.”
As Lance Williams starts to rant, a mischievous grin appears on Mason’s face as he just places the phone down on the kitchen side. Mason then picks up the coffee he’d just poured and walks off leaving Lance to rant to himself as Mason heads into the lounge.
“That dumb ass will be ranting forever, if it isn’t a mirror he is admiring himself in, his fucking talking nonstop just to hear the sound of his own voice. I think I need to make this coffee Irish.”
Speaking out loud to himself, Mason walks over to the bottle of whiskey and takes a swig from it before pouring quite a bit into the cup. Once he’d finished with the bottle of whiskey, Mason puts it back after screwing the cap back onto it. Now heading back out to the kitchen, he could still hear Lance going on and on as he picks the phone up and puts it to his ear.
“Right, now you’re done, I’m going to head off and stick my head in a hot oven.”
The sarcasm in Mason’s voice is obvious as he smirks as Lance replied.
“All I said was have a nice day, I have to go now.”
Having had enough of Lance, Mason doesn’t even wait for the reply from him as he ends the call and slides his phone into his pocket. Once he’d done this, Mason downs the coffee with whiskey in and keeps a straight face even with how strong it was.
“Good job that edge lord douche has money or I’d put him in the ground along with Serrano.”
With that said, Mason heads over to the bottle of whiskey, picking it up and heading out of the room.
On-Air
“I’ve not done this before but how hard can it be right?”
Mason Kane was sitting down in front of the camera in a room that Project: Honor has sorted out for him. “The Neutralizer” Mason Kane was there on his own to handle business, that’s just how he liked it too.
“Serrano Poblano, we have a problem. You see, you decided to make it personal on Twitter and that really wasn’t a good idea. I was just intent on turning up, kicking your ass, and only making you bleed a little. Now, I’m not going to be happy until I put an end to your fucking stupidity. I’ve warned you already but I’ll tell you again, if you try any funny business as you did with Brandon Hendrix, I’m going to break your fucking fingers. I’m not much of a wrestler but I am someone who enjoys a good fight. Serrano, feel free to bring Peter Pepper with you, Harry Jalapeno, and Carl Cubanelle too. Many times I’ve been in situations where I’ve had to fight multiple people on my own. Here is a little spoiler for you, I was the one with their blood on my hands. I was trained to kill with my hands, whereas you were trained to shove peppers up your ass. That’s right, I served some time in the military, what I did, what service I was in, and what division I was in will not be known. Just know that these hands of mine, they have taken the lives of others, they have saved this great country too and the best thing about who I am, I have friends in high places.”
A sinister grin appears on the face of Mason Kane before he sips on the glass of water that is in front of him.
“I’m not the man you want to have a problem with, Serrano. Yet you thought with that last brain cell of yours remaining, you’d try and have fun at my expense on Twitter. I bet every time a woman looks at you Serrano, you remind them of the human version of period cramps. The only time you’re actually funny though is when you’re trying to fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence. It was painful for me going back and forth with you on Twitter, it was as if I was back in my division and wanting to hang myself alongside others I’d seen hanging from a tree. I know, it’s a terrible thing to make a joke out of suicide and anyone who is thinking about it, I suggest that you avoid talking to Serrano or watching one of his promotional videos. I know I’ve just upset the cancel culture group of today, the sensitive snowflakes, and the censorship Karen’s. I would apologize but it wouldn’t be worth it. After all, I wouldn’t mean it because I’m a cunt.”
As Mason pauses to have some water, he thinks back about his comment and just shakes his head at it.
“What I say and what I do is in no relation to what Project: Honor as a company says or does. Just want everyone to know that what I say and what I do is to do with myself and myself only. As I’ve said I’m a cunt but I definitely wouldn’t want anyone to go kill themselves and anyone who is thinking of doing so, if you need someone to talk to, message me but honestly avoid Serrano Poblano at all costs. I sincerely mean that too, that I’m happy to help anyone in that situation because I’d hate to be in that situation, and trust me, I’ve been there.”
Mason has to pause again, shit got real for a moment then.
“Right. Let’s get back to why I am here. Back to the guy that when he has the shits it could be called Pepper Spray. Then again he talks a lot of shit too so maybe, yeah, let’s move on from that image. Serrano, do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right? Your poor mom, the midwife threw away the baby and kept the afterbirth when you were born. You see, I too can make jokes but what I can also do that you can’t is fight. When we meet in that ring, you’re going to be neutralized. I’m going to walk away with your blood on my hands and if Mark Hunter wants to come and try to save you, I’ll happily have his blood on my hands too. You’ve made an enemy out of the wrong person, Serrano, it didn’t have to be this way, just know that when you have that feeding tube in, it was all your fault.”
Getting to his feet, Mason Kane signals to the cameraman that he is done. Whatever the cameraman says, Mason just ignores and walks off as the camera just fades out.
