Blake Mason vs. Asher Hayes, SCW United States Championship

Blake Mason vs. Asher Hayes


3 RP Limit
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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Truth

Prologue/Inner Monologue:

For three months I've been waiting to wear championship gold again. Three months ago –August 2nd, 2009-- I became the VWA Bloodsport Champion. That belt meant everything to me.

My new years resolution was wining that belt, I boldly declared I'd become champion by the end of this year. No one believed me, they at laughed at me. And for a split moment my chances looked bleak. Jude booked me in a last chance match. If I failed I'd never get another shot. But I came through, live on pay per view. I shocked the world, I accomplished what I set out to do.

Too bad my reign was shorted lived. I shouda enjoyed my shining moment. I didn't expect to lose --August 28th, 2009-- but I did. I lost the her in my first defense. And since that day I swore I'd become champion again. I failed at Under Attack but on November 11th Asher gives me a second chance to become champion. And I'm gonna make sure he regrets it.

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Character Development:

It's the tedious life of a professional wrestler. There's no time for rest. Unless you're injured or closing in on the end of a long career management doesn't give you shows off. If your a young thoroughbred like Blake Mason asking for the night off is a cardinal sin. Why would Mason take November 11th off anyway? He's getting what he wants, a US title shot. Did he expect a United States title shot to fall into his lap? Of course not. With the exception of answering the Liberation open challenge, Mason earned every title shot back in Volatile Wrestling Alliance.

It's Monday November 2nd. Blake was couped up in his queen size bed, nestled comfortably between two stunning twin sisters. He met Jackie and Jasmine at a salsa club late Sunday Night. It didn't take long for Mason to seduce both sisters with his “Mason” charm. After an exhilarating three way dance; Mason woke up around nine am to collect his thoughts. As he stared blissfully at the ceiling Jasmine, the twin to his left; woke up.

“What you thinking about daddy.” she said seductively

“Thinking about Cassie.”

“Whose Cassie? You getting rid of us?.”

“Get rid of you? Never. Cassie's my little sister.”

“Oh. Tell me about her.”she says with s smile.

Mason was thrown off by her line of questioning. Its not every day that a woman you meet , a woman you had wild sex with will care enough to ask you about your family. “You really want to know about my sister?”

“That a problem?”

“Of course not. Just thought--”

“Thought what?” Jasmine cuts Blake off before he finishes his thought. “We're like the other skanks you lure to bed? We like you. You're adorable. We want to know you. Come on. No man thinks about family with two twins lying next to him, Cassie must much mean a lot.”

“Yeah. She does.” Blake said. Professionally he didn't have a lot to smile about. From getting fired by VWA management, from losing to Rupp twice in a row (he still maintains the edge in overall wins) he could sulk in his own misfortune. It's Cassie who keeps him going, shes the reason he hasn't mentally caved. Mason continues... “I haven't been a great role model for her. She loves me no matter what, good and bad. That's what I love about her. She doesn't judge me. But my actions are setting a bad example for her. The whole Aaron Rupp situation. I shoulda let bye gones by by gones. I shouldn't have provoked him. But I did. And look where that got me. I failed.”

“Don't worry about it. You win some. You lose some.”

“No Jasmine!” Mason screamed. He took a deep breath, calming himself down. “I'm not talking about wins and losses. I'm talking about losing a piece of myself. I took the low road. Shoulda rose above the situation but I didn't. What if Cassie follows my lead? What if someone wrongs her? Will she choose revenge? Will she take the low road because her brother didn't?”

Jasmine kisses Blake lightly on the forehead “Awwwww. You're so sweet.”

“Sweet?

“Don't worry.” Jasmine chuckles. “It's cute you want to set a better example for her. That's sexy.”

“Who woulda knew.” Mason laughs.

“You're a good guy. Show the world what you showed us.”

“I can't. I'd ruin my reputation.” Mason smirks.

“I'm not telling to become Jesus . Just be a little more people friendly. Can't hurt. Do you really need everyone you work with wanting you dead?.”

“It'd be nice to have at least one friend.” Mason nods. “ But anyway I'm in the mood for a two for one special.”

“Thought you'd never ask.” Jasmine smirked back.


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Match Promo:

:: Mason didn't enjoy sending the twins there merry way but its time for business. We find ourselves on the roof of the Marriott Hotel on a wonderful Wednesday afternoon. The sky is crystal blue, despite the eventually decent into winter it's a rather warm day. This is further drilled into our subconscious as we see Mason donning a light black leather jacket, navy blue jeans and raven inspired Nike shoes. We catch a feint smile overcome him as he prepares to address his Breakdown opponent, Asher Hayes. ::

Know what I love? The world isn't as black and white as people make it out to be. For example, my mom reminds me “Its not the clothes that makes the man, its the man who makes the clothes.” I agree. I could walk down Marcy Boulevard; wearing hideous clothes from Salvation Army, and on lookers will believe I bought'em from Saks Fifth Avenue. I'm that good looking.

Then I look at you Asher Hayes. And I got to thinking. Wouldn't be fair to rag on your appearance. So to put a spin on a familiar cliché, it's not the championship that makes the wrestler, it's the wrestler that makes the title. You won the United States title July 26th, 2009. Good for you. Bravo. You deserve a cookie. But what have you done since? Have you elevated the title to a main event level? If defending the title once since Rise to Greatness an awesome champion makes, I'd agree. If failing to defend the title two straight pay per views elevates a title to a higher level, I'm impressed.

You bitch about James Exeter and Jake Starr. Call James boring but he's a fighting champion. He defends his World title every pay per view, he defended it multiple times on Breakdown. You complained about Starr lacking charisma but Jakes a fighting champion. He defended the Adrenaline title more then you defended the US. Face it Hayes. If anyones to blame for the US title not being the “it” title.. its you.

Your the champ last time I checked. Why didn't you defend against Rachael? Your feud was red hot. Your feud, while nauseating, was a ratings grabber. It sold tickets, increased pay per view buy rates. But did you put your title on the line? No. You blew your opportunity to elevate the US title, time somebody picked up the ball you dropped. That persons me.

Mason points to himself, emphasizing his point.

So your the sultan of truth Ash?

Mason laughs as though he heard the funniest joke in the history of mankind. After three cups of coffee and three days of wild sex, he finally got through Asher Hayes “truth” promo. After listening to Hayes words of wisdom, its time for your future United States Champion to let Asher know what he thinks.

Your promo reminded me of a CNN news report. You ran off facts I already knew. I already know the fans think Starr's Adrenaline Championship is more prestigious then yours. I already know uncharismatic wrestlers are main eventing this company. I already know your bitter. Know what else I know? Our soldiers are dying in Iraq, millions are dying from the swine flu; the economys in the pits and we haven't solved the health care crisis. So thanks Asher. Thanks for telling me shit I already knew.

If I listened to every naysayer, doubter; cynic and jackass in my life I wouldn't be here. If my future was determined by people like you, I wouldn't be here. I woulda went to college, got a college degree, got a nine to five job and retired at sixty five. If I listened to jackasses who told me I wouldn't amount to anything, I'd wouldn't had won the VWA Bloodsport Championship in the first place. If I listened to every arrogant jackass that told me I wasn't capable of winning because I couldn't beat someone; I doubt I'd be in SCW right now Ash. Bottom line champ, you're no different then anyone I've stepped in the ring with. You're a cliché. You nitpick. Think you got all the answers. Guess what? My life isn't determined by the opinions of self righteous pricks like you.

I'm the master of my destiny. I'm the king of all I see.

Go ahead. Bitch. Moan. Complain how you got one World Title shot. Why should I care? Cry on Rachael's shoulders. Oh yeah. That's right. She dumped you for Alex Desoubrais Jr didn't she? You want truth? Your pathetic Hayes. Your not a real man. If you were, your girlfriend wouldn't be with Alex Desoubrais Jr. The same Alex Desoubrais Jr. you said couldn't lace your wrestling boots. The same Alex Desoubrais Jr. you called a no talent hack. The same Alex Desoubrais Jr. you said needed to be removed from the SCW roster. The same Alex Desoubrais Jr. you believe is the scum of earth. News flash. That no talent hack, the guy that can't lace your wrestling boots, that waste of roster space is tea bagging the love of your life.

You see Ash, I was gonna walk into this match content winning the United States Title. I got plans you know. I rented out the top floor of the Marriott, my assistant sent out party fliers a second ago, after I become champion I'm gonna party like I've never partied before.

But after listening to your “words of wisdom” you've given me extra motivation. I wanna humiliate you Ash! I need you to eat your words. Think I got no shot to become champion? Why? Cause I failed to win the tag titles? Cause I failed to beat Brandon Davis? Cause I'm nothing but hype? You made a rookie mistake pal. Never underestimate your opponent. Never judge a book by its cover. I'm not bitter I lost to Aaron, he's a former United States champion, current World Tag Team Champion and he wore the same Bloodsport title I did. There's no shame losing to Brandon Davis. He's a former four time World Heavyweight Champion, go ahead, say it was in another company; doesn't mean his reigns means less because his World title doesn't have the initials SCW. That's the truth.

Here's one last nugget for you. I don't give a crap about your title history. Don't care your a former Adrenaline champion, longest reigning World Tag Team Champion. All I care about is title your wearing right now... the United States Championship. Because that's what our match is about in case you forgot. This isn't about Jake Starr. Not about James Exeter. Not about the main event. Its not about whose boring or who lacks charisma. Breakdown is about me becoming the new United States Champion.

And that's my truth. Hate it or love it.

-Fade to black.-

Nothing But the Truth

Final Act

Wow. Three promos Ash? You didn't put on this kinda performance for Jake Starr. I feel so special. Thanks buddy.

You coulda cut ten billions promos and what you said wouldn't had mattered. Why? Because you're not God. You're not my Lord and Savior. You didn't die for my sins. Your opinion on my promo ability, your opinion on my in ring ability and your mindset don't matter. You're not God.. Ash. What you are is a pill popping loser whose bitter because he can't keep it up long enough to satisfy a woman. Speaking of women... did you know I'ma demon in the sack? Not to brag or anything, my cough syrup brings all the pretty girls to the yard.

Blake Mason knows there'll be one special lady watching. Relax. I'm not talking about Katie Steward; I'm referring to Rachael Fox. Think your feud over? I beg to differ. Here's a fact; woman have long memories. They don't forgive. They rarely forget the crimes you commit, like all the long nights she suffered through your terrible love making. She remembers faking an orgasm just to boast your ego, screaming your name when you didn't deserve it, telling you she loved you when she really despised you. Bet she snuck outta bed, climbed into the backseat of your car; and allowed Alex Junior to fuck her brains out. Then she'd hope back in bed, kissing you softly, laughing because knew she sucked Alex off.

Women like Rachael need satisfaction. Lucky for the former Underground Champion, Blake's coming to the rescue. I won't drag her by the hair, shove her into a Burger King bathroom and impregnate her with ten children. What I have no problem doing is taking the United States title from your waist, wrapping it around mines; and partying so hard you woulda thought I'd won the World Heavyweight Title. I wanna see the smile on Rachael's face when I leave you with nothing. Bet yah she'll be putty in my hands.

Ray Goforth once said “There are two types of people who'll tell you that you cannot make a difference in the world: Those who are afraid to try themselves, and those who are afraid that you will succeed." You're afraid Ash. You're afraid I'll back up my words. If you weren't you wouldn't have “buried” me with three promos. You wouldn't have tried to drill into my skull I'm not capable of becoming United States Champion.

You revealed your true character. You're not a man of the people, you're a coward. Deep down you know your US title reign is coming to an end. Nice try, trying to Jake Starr your way to victory. Here's a little reminder for yah. Did Jake Starr bury James Exeter with unrelenting promos? Yes. Is Jake the World Heavyweight Champion? No. Funny how you whored yourself out, acting like a kid desperate for attention. And I thought you were the champion, thought you were the one with the advantage, thought you gave me this shot to amuse yourself, not run your mouth like a goddamn woman jacked on extreme doses of estrogen. Trust me... it was cutier when my ex [Melody Lockwood] made no goddamn sense.

What's gonna make a whole lot of sense is me winning the United States Championship. I'm not winning for Supreme Championship Wrestling, I'm not winning for these bandwagon fans; I'm not winning for Katie Steward. I'm becoming champion for my little sister, Cassie. After losing the Bloodsport Title three months ago, I promised her I'd rebound. I promised her that her big brother would recover from the most humiliating loss of his career. Three months later, I get another opportunity to fulfill my promise. If it wasn't for Cassie, who knows; I woulda broke down months ago. Perhaps I woulda morphed into a sad piece of shit like yourself. Thank goodness that didn't happen right?

But anyway. See yah in a couple days. Call your dealer... cause after I'm done with you; you're gonna need all the illegal drugs in the world to distract you from the reality you became Blake Mason's personal bitch. You lost your tag titles, you lost the love of your life, you'll lose the United States Championship... and you'll lose your pride.

And I'm telling yah. Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow.

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In two days Mason knew him and Asher Hayes would lock horns to decide, in the ring; who deserved to be the United States Champion. Both men talked tons of smack, Ash tried injecting Mason with seeds of doubt; Mason shoot back with reckless abandoned. With there verbal war officially over; settling things inside the ring was what mattered. Before Blake can worry about that, he needed to relax.

Tonight he had more immediate business to attend to. Mason finds himself sitting in the balcony within the quiet confines of a hallowed cathedral. By the archaic infrastructure, we get the sense this cathedral has history dating back more then a thousand years. The history of the cathedral is likely no concern to Mason as he stares down at the brown pulpit below. Out of nowhere, Jackie and Jasmine [the twins he slept with last promo] waltz into the scene. They join Mason, each one taking a seat opposite of Mason. He wraps his arms around there shoulders.

“What you thinking about Blake?” Jasmine says.

“Believe it or not... I'm not happy.” Blake says.

“Why not?” both twins say at the same time.

“I'm grateful I'm getting a shot at the United States Title but winnings not gonna make me happy. I've been champion before. When you win, the high wears off, its like an orgasm yah know; when you unload the feelings fantastic but the high quickly fades away.”

“Really? We thought winning shiny gold belts was the whole point. We thought being champion was the reason you guys sacrificed your body ever night.” Jasmine says.

“I didn't want to become one of those guys who obsessed with becoming champion. But look at me. I've become one of them.” Blake pauses. “Take my Bloodsport title obsession for instance. For ten months I obsessed over becoming Bloodsport Champion. Then I won. And you know what? I asked myself was it worth it. Was it worth driving myself insane? Was it worth getting lost within my own ego? Was it worth becoming a monster?”

“You're not a monster.” Jackie said trying to reassure Blake he wasn't losing it. “You're determined. You're a competitor. You're--”

“An ego driven son of a bitch!” Blake cuts Jackie off. “Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. I need to make some changes ladies. And they start right here.”

“Oh.” both say at the same time.

“Tonight. I'm staying for Monday service. Wanna see what God can offer me. If my mom knew I'd be attending service, she'd check her pulse to make sure she's alive.” Mason chuckles. “Question is... you two staying?”

Both girls stare at each other. When they meet Blake last week they didn't anticipate Mason seeking God out to fulfill the empty void in his life. They nod at one another. Jasmine says. “We're staying. We want you to be happy. You're happy. We're happy.”

“Thanks girls. Don't know how much this means to me.”

And with that the scene fades to black. Ashes to ashes... dust to dust.