Post by masondestruction on May 13, 2021 18:02:21 GMT -5
War? War never changes.
That’s a fallout quote, and seeing how I have had the pleasure of being placed on the fallout brand, It’s one that has stuck with me. Even now as I lay on the raggedy mattress in my hotel room, I hear those words. My name is Mason Destruction. That’s me laying on the bed, in a room that would make Indiana’s worst tug’n’go look accommodating. But it’s what I can afford, after the flight, after all the traveling, the child support… I’m a man with very little financial gain to my name, but that was all about to change. It’s why I set out on this journey, why I put everything else down and picked up the one thing that has always been there for me.
Professional Wrestling.
And If I have to go broke making my way to Brazil? Just to open up one of the biggest pay-per-views of the year? Then I’ll fuckin’ do just that! Because this is the biggest break I’ve gotten, this opportunity isn’t just one you can pass up! The audience that will see me, see me make my name is bigger than it’s ever been. This is my chance to shine, to put out a good first impression. To show not only the Fallout Roster what I can do, but the entirety of Project Honor.
Stretching out my arms and wiping away a few crumbs from my vintage “Finn Whelen” shirt, I place my hands behind my head, lost in the thought of what was to come. Scanning the room it occurs to me that even though I’m surrounded by the bodily fluids of a thousand other former occupants of this room, I’ve never been happier. Never been more sure that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, figuratively speaking - because no one’s destiny is a puke-colored room with a television that doesn’t work.
No
What the shit-eating grin on my face is an expression of, is the satisfaction of knowing the only thing between myself and the Ascension championship, is myself. Now that’s not to say that there aren’t other people in this match, those that want the same thing that I do. But the more I focus on them, the deeper I get away from myself.
My goals.
My dreams.
My career.
It’s at that moment that my thigh lights up, vibrating as “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry drowns out my thoughts.
Right on time.
Picking up my phone I already know who it is and swipe to accept as the screen switches to that of my ever-loving son, his natural blond locks obscuring his face as his grin lights up the room.
“ Heeyyy, babe! That hair’s gettin’ long, can you even see me?”
This is the longest apart we’ve ever been, three weeks, and I was feeling it.
“ Course I can daddy! How… How is you? “
Something else had gotten his attention as he rambles on his words, it didn’t really matter to me - as long as we had our time together.
“ I’m great bud, Just staying in the fanciest of hotels and being the best wrestler on earth! “
“ BEST IN THE UNIVERSE! “ he blurts out, his arms extending as he reached for the sky.
“ Damn straight! Who out there is better than your daddy? None”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!”
I hope that his mother didn’t hear that as I chuckle, smoothing my hair back as I just stare, and it’s then that my mind starts to wander back to Fallout. Everything I do, I do for my child and to see him smiling, to see him happy. It means the world to a guy like me, even if I was sacrificing being there in person. I watch as he puts the phone down and starts to play with his toys, action figures of wrestlers who no longer exist. Someday he’ll be playing with mine, and the thought of that makes the sacrifice worth it.
Sitting on the bed and watching Kadence play with his toys, asking him how his day was and other fatherly shit - the time just seems to fly by. And before I know it, his mother was taking the phone and telling him to get ready for bed. As her face fills up the screen, my smile dampens a little bit - not because me and her are on bad terms, just the reality settling in that I won’t be able to tuck him in. She notices, as she always does.
“ You’ll be home again after the PPV Mace, he’s not forgetting you. “
Those words are comforting, a hollowed comfort. Forcing a smile, I push my hair back and chuckle.
“ I know. I know. Just didn’t realize the toll of not being able to hug him every day, ya know? Just being in his presence... Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love what I’m doing… I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be at this moment. But I miss the kid. “
Eyes wandering from the screen, I look across the room.
“ You’re there in your fancy hotel right?”
“ Oh yeah, fancy as fuck.” I switch to the front camera so that she can see the shithole I was staying in. She doesn’t look too surprised as I turn the camera back to myself, giving her the ol’ Jim halbert “Welp” look. With great sarcasm she replies. “ I can see that, did it come with tetanus? Or did you pay extra for that?”
“Extra, of course, you know I like the extravagant. “ I flash a toothy grin, playfully cocking my head to the side with a snickering laugh. She reciprocates the laugh before getting distracted by something Kadence was doing.
“ Hey.” he wasn’t listening.” HEY! Come tell Dad you love him, so I can get your butt into bed. “
After a moment of camera shifting, it settles back onto Kadence “ Love you daddy!” as he kisses the phone.
“ Love you too babe, now go give your mother hell. “
Click.
Placing the phone at my side, I run my hands through my hair, eyes closing for just a moment before taking in a deep breath. Like a bull before the charge, the air comes rushing through my nostrils, this was it. It was time to go to war.
“ War… War Never Changes”
Said loudly and clear as I push myself up from the bed, pushing my hands through my hair before digging into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes. Marlboros weren’t cheap over here, so I had to settle for some knockoff brand that I couldn’t pronounce. Placing the cigarette between my lips, my eyes meet up with the camera for the first time, I always knew it was there, but pacing is everything. As the tip of my cigarette glows a cherry red, my bones crack, popping off from the lack of movement.
“ And trust me... This is going to be a war. You don’t just put seven of the hungriest men on the roster in a ring, dangle some meat above them, and expect anything less. But this just isn’t any kind of meat, no this the pecking order for the Ascension championship! “
My first match in, and I’m already fighting for a shot at the title. That weight weighs heavily on my shoulders as I take another drag of my cigarette and start to pace around the room, cracking my knuckles, knees, neck, and anything else that felt tight.
“ I was raised to never look a gift horse in the mouth, that when life gives you lemons you do whatever the fuck it is you do with lemons! “
I was never good with analogies.
“ My point being, that I know exactly what’s been placed before me, what’s been placed before everyone else! It’s opportunity, a chance to make an impact, a chance to show everyone who’s watching who exactly they should be looking out for!”
As if that wasn’t obvious with my six-foot-seven havin’ ass, my frame taking up a majority of the hotel room.
“ And though my name may be Destruction, I won’t put on some show to make myself seem more intimidating than I am. I’ve never needed an act for that, I’ve always been the first one in the pit, and the last one standing. I don’t need to call myself the devil or put people in chains. I don’t have a cult of people hanging on my every word, I just have myself, and my size sixteens! And honestly? That’s all I’m gonna need. “
There’s a cockiness dripping from my words, as I start to really feel what I’m saying. So what if I’m the least experienced man in this match? If I wanted to walk out of this with a championship match in tow, I needed to walk the walk.
“ Not to downplay anyone else here, because you got guys like Atlas, and Heartbreaker who want to make a name for themselves just as much as I do. It’s just…”
Pausing and taking another drag from my smoke, I think over my words carefully - I’m usually a humble man, but humble men don’t make an impact, humble men don’t win wars.
“ It’s just that I want it more... I’ve given up everything to be where I am now, for an opportunity! This is my fucking dream, and I will be damned if it’s killed before it even gets started. Because this match right here? Disputed Territory? It’s the start of the rise of Destruction, it’s the birth of my legacy! It’s when the backyarder, becomes a professional wrestler! “
It wasn’t my first match as a professional but on this stage? In this grandeur of another country? It sure did feel like it.
“ If you think that I’m not ready for this opportunity, that I haven’t earned this. That’s all fine with me. Because I’ll show you exactly why I got placed here. I’ll show you exactly why I breathe, eat and bleed wrestling! I know it won’t be easy, and I know this isn’t a game. This is my fucking life! And If I’m not putting my everything into it? Then I should just quit now, I should go back home…Put on that fuckin’ uniform and spend the rest of my days breaking my back for minimum wage. “
Walking over to the bed, I grab my dark grey gym bag from underneath and sling it over my shoulder with a grunt - smashing the butt end of my cigarette down into the ashtray before looking back into the camera.
“See I don’t care about the light, and I’ve known my share of hell. But when I’m inside of that ring? All of that will be noise, just static in the background while I boot each and every one of your fucking heads off.
Kevin Hunter, you get a boot. “
Stomping my foot down with every "boot".
“Lesley Adora, you also get a boot!
Heathen Jones, boot!
Horror, Atlas, Burgess. BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!”
I can’t help but let out a very hillbilly-sounding “ Ooo-wee” as I slap my hand over my knee with a grin that reeked of playful confidence. Almost pulling my arm out of its socket as I shoot my finger forward so that I’m pointing directly into the lens of the camera.
“ Welcome to boot camp boys!.”
Slick as fuck.
Scene.
That’s a fallout quote, and seeing how I have had the pleasure of being placed on the fallout brand, It’s one that has stuck with me. Even now as I lay on the raggedy mattress in my hotel room, I hear those words. My name is Mason Destruction. That’s me laying on the bed, in a room that would make Indiana’s worst tug’n’go look accommodating. But it’s what I can afford, after the flight, after all the traveling, the child support… I’m a man with very little financial gain to my name, but that was all about to change. It’s why I set out on this journey, why I put everything else down and picked up the one thing that has always been there for me.
Professional Wrestling.
And If I have to go broke making my way to Brazil? Just to open up one of the biggest pay-per-views of the year? Then I’ll fuckin’ do just that! Because this is the biggest break I’ve gotten, this opportunity isn’t just one you can pass up! The audience that will see me, see me make my name is bigger than it’s ever been. This is my chance to shine, to put out a good first impression. To show not only the Fallout Roster what I can do, but the entirety of Project Honor.
Stretching out my arms and wiping away a few crumbs from my vintage “Finn Whelen” shirt, I place my hands behind my head, lost in the thought of what was to come. Scanning the room it occurs to me that even though I’m surrounded by the bodily fluids of a thousand other former occupants of this room, I’ve never been happier. Never been more sure that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, figuratively speaking - because no one’s destiny is a puke-colored room with a television that doesn’t work.
No
What the shit-eating grin on my face is an expression of, is the satisfaction of knowing the only thing between myself and the Ascension championship, is myself. Now that’s not to say that there aren’t other people in this match, those that want the same thing that I do. But the more I focus on them, the deeper I get away from myself.
My goals.
My dreams.
My career.
It’s at that moment that my thigh lights up, vibrating as “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry drowns out my thoughts.
Right on time.
Picking up my phone I already know who it is and swipe to accept as the screen switches to that of my ever-loving son, his natural blond locks obscuring his face as his grin lights up the room.
“ Heeyyy, babe! That hair’s gettin’ long, can you even see me?”
This is the longest apart we’ve ever been, three weeks, and I was feeling it.
“ Course I can daddy! How… How is you? “
Something else had gotten his attention as he rambles on his words, it didn’t really matter to me - as long as we had our time together.
“ I’m great bud, Just staying in the fanciest of hotels and being the best wrestler on earth! “
“ BEST IN THE UNIVERSE! “ he blurts out, his arms extending as he reached for the sky.
“ Damn straight! Who out there is better than your daddy? None”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!”
I hope that his mother didn’t hear that as I chuckle, smoothing my hair back as I just stare, and it’s then that my mind starts to wander back to Fallout. Everything I do, I do for my child and to see him smiling, to see him happy. It means the world to a guy like me, even if I was sacrificing being there in person. I watch as he puts the phone down and starts to play with his toys, action figures of wrestlers who no longer exist. Someday he’ll be playing with mine, and the thought of that makes the sacrifice worth it.
Sitting on the bed and watching Kadence play with his toys, asking him how his day was and other fatherly shit - the time just seems to fly by. And before I know it, his mother was taking the phone and telling him to get ready for bed. As her face fills up the screen, my smile dampens a little bit - not because me and her are on bad terms, just the reality settling in that I won’t be able to tuck him in. She notices, as she always does.
“ You’ll be home again after the PPV Mace, he’s not forgetting you. “
Those words are comforting, a hollowed comfort. Forcing a smile, I push my hair back and chuckle.
“ I know. I know. Just didn’t realize the toll of not being able to hug him every day, ya know? Just being in his presence... Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love what I’m doing… I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be at this moment. But I miss the kid. “
Eyes wandering from the screen, I look across the room.
“ You’re there in your fancy hotel right?”
“ Oh yeah, fancy as fuck.” I switch to the front camera so that she can see the shithole I was staying in. She doesn’t look too surprised as I turn the camera back to myself, giving her the ol’ Jim halbert “Welp” look. With great sarcasm she replies. “ I can see that, did it come with tetanus? Or did you pay extra for that?”
“Extra, of course, you know I like the extravagant. “ I flash a toothy grin, playfully cocking my head to the side with a snickering laugh. She reciprocates the laugh before getting distracted by something Kadence was doing.
“ Hey.” he wasn’t listening.” HEY! Come tell Dad you love him, so I can get your butt into bed. “
After a moment of camera shifting, it settles back onto Kadence “ Love you daddy!” as he kisses the phone.
“ Love you too babe, now go give your mother hell. “
Click.
Placing the phone at my side, I run my hands through my hair, eyes closing for just a moment before taking in a deep breath. Like a bull before the charge, the air comes rushing through my nostrils, this was it. It was time to go to war.
“ War… War Never Changes”
Said loudly and clear as I push myself up from the bed, pushing my hands through my hair before digging into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes. Marlboros weren’t cheap over here, so I had to settle for some knockoff brand that I couldn’t pronounce. Placing the cigarette between my lips, my eyes meet up with the camera for the first time, I always knew it was there, but pacing is everything. As the tip of my cigarette glows a cherry red, my bones crack, popping off from the lack of movement.
“ And trust me... This is going to be a war. You don’t just put seven of the hungriest men on the roster in a ring, dangle some meat above them, and expect anything less. But this just isn’t any kind of meat, no this the pecking order for the Ascension championship! “
My first match in, and I’m already fighting for a shot at the title. That weight weighs heavily on my shoulders as I take another drag of my cigarette and start to pace around the room, cracking my knuckles, knees, neck, and anything else that felt tight.
“ I was raised to never look a gift horse in the mouth, that when life gives you lemons you do whatever the fuck it is you do with lemons! “
I was never good with analogies.
“ My point being, that I know exactly what’s been placed before me, what’s been placed before everyone else! It’s opportunity, a chance to make an impact, a chance to show everyone who’s watching who exactly they should be looking out for!”
As if that wasn’t obvious with my six-foot-seven havin’ ass, my frame taking up a majority of the hotel room.
“ And though my name may be Destruction, I won’t put on some show to make myself seem more intimidating than I am. I’ve never needed an act for that, I’ve always been the first one in the pit, and the last one standing. I don’t need to call myself the devil or put people in chains. I don’t have a cult of people hanging on my every word, I just have myself, and my size sixteens! And honestly? That’s all I’m gonna need. “
There’s a cockiness dripping from my words, as I start to really feel what I’m saying. So what if I’m the least experienced man in this match? If I wanted to walk out of this with a championship match in tow, I needed to walk the walk.
“ Not to downplay anyone else here, because you got guys like Atlas, and Heartbreaker who want to make a name for themselves just as much as I do. It’s just…”
Pausing and taking another drag from my smoke, I think over my words carefully - I’m usually a humble man, but humble men don’t make an impact, humble men don’t win wars.
“ It’s just that I want it more... I’ve given up everything to be where I am now, for an opportunity! This is my fucking dream, and I will be damned if it’s killed before it even gets started. Because this match right here? Disputed Territory? It’s the start of the rise of Destruction, it’s the birth of my legacy! It’s when the backyarder, becomes a professional wrestler! “
It wasn’t my first match as a professional but on this stage? In this grandeur of another country? It sure did feel like it.
“ If you think that I’m not ready for this opportunity, that I haven’t earned this. That’s all fine with me. Because I’ll show you exactly why I got placed here. I’ll show you exactly why I breathe, eat and bleed wrestling! I know it won’t be easy, and I know this isn’t a game. This is my fucking life! And If I’m not putting my everything into it? Then I should just quit now, I should go back home…Put on that fuckin’ uniform and spend the rest of my days breaking my back for minimum wage. “
Walking over to the bed, I grab my dark grey gym bag from underneath and sling it over my shoulder with a grunt - smashing the butt end of my cigarette down into the ashtray before looking back into the camera.
“See I don’t care about the light, and I’ve known my share of hell. But when I’m inside of that ring? All of that will be noise, just static in the background while I boot each and every one of your fucking heads off.
Kevin Hunter, you get a boot. “
Stomping my foot down with every "boot".
“Lesley Adora, you also get a boot!
Heathen Jones, boot!
Horror, Atlas, Burgess. BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!”
I can’t help but let out a very hillbilly-sounding “ Ooo-wee” as I slap my hand over my knee with a grin that reeked of playful confidence. Almost pulling my arm out of its socket as I shoot my finger forward so that I’m pointing directly into the lens of the camera.
“ Welcome to boot camp boys!.”
Slick as fuck.
Scene.