Post by Johnny Mason on Sept 25, 2020 18:40:35 GMT -5
Under the hot Miami sun sits a a man that’s rotten in more ways than one, Tyson Watts.
At his favorite place in the world, Scooters.
Much to his delight he’s not alone because right next to him sits the Vanguard Champion,
Johnny Mason.
They’re having to sit outside because just like they are, Scooters is evolving. Evolving into Scooters Bar and Grill.
And while renovations are going on inside, they aren’t breaking the fat man’s heart by closing, just serving people outside in their new fenced in area.
Complete with umbrellas and lawn chairs.
Watts has his bottle of corona with lime, just sitting back enjoying life as a leach.
His beer bottle sweats almost as much as he does through his new designer clothes.
On his left side sits the eager young champion.
And if you forgot he was the champion you would be reminded by him carrying the strap literally everywhere he goes.
He’s on his phone, waiting and ready to find out his next opponent for Animalize.
You don’t know when they’re gonna call Johnny.
Sit back and relax.
You know that I need to relax after all of the hard work I’ve been putting in
Tyson stretches as his lawn chair sinks farther and farther into the sand
Yeah your hard work?
Like the sh*t you pulled at Sonic Boom?
Having me defeat 3 opponents like that, and for what?
You to get Dion’s foot in the door?
It wasn’t just about that Johnny, you know that.
I’m keeping you on your toes.
Tyson gets up, tiptoeing through the sand and around Johnny’s chair before sitting back down
You always have to be ready for what’s next, even when you don’t know what’s coming.
Johnny scoffs
Whatever.
I don’t see why you want to deal with that punk kid anyways.
I’m your workhorse.
Yes you are Johnny! Of course.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t have another horse in the race
He smiles out the side of his mouth towards Mason
And that new young horse looked pretty damn impressive in there with you if I do say so myself.
The champ smashes his phone down against the side of the chair, making it wobble.
That’s bullsh*t and you know it!
The only reason he got any offense in at all was because I just got done beating Napoleon and Karate Steve!
Yeah....
Napoleon and Karate Steve
Hey Napoleon is Napoleon.
But Karate Steve ain’t no slouch.
Tyson bursts out laughing while Johnny cracks a very rare smile
Okay okay let me make it up to you
I would ask you how you’re going to do that but I don’t want to know
Vegas
Johnny looks at him unsure if he’s serious
Really
Yeah and I’m buying
We’ll just go for a couple days and I promise you’ll have fun
Please Johnny?
Fine
Oh really
O-okay
Hell yeah
Tyson jumps out of his seat and skips to his old dusty black camaro as Mason trails behind him.
But Tyson
The joyful ogre is messing with the radio
Tyson!
Y-yeah what?
Mason stares straight into his eyes
I’m telling you this now
If you cause trouble in Vegas, I’m going to leave you without warning.
But this time I’m going to leave you behind as I go to the show
Aw Johnny you ain’t gotta worry bout that brother.
We’ll leave together
Richer than we came in and that’s a promise
You sure make a lot of promises
And I always keep them
ROYAL FLUSH
With Tyson proudly strutting ahead of him, Johnny Mason is following him through the packed Miami International Airport about to board the plane to Vegas when he receives the phone call he’s been waiting for.
Quickly moving to a quiet area just east of the entrance to get onto the plane while the oblivious Watts keeps going not knowing he’s leaving his “meal ticket” behind,
Mason discovers his fate for the Animalize ppv,
A match against the new up and comer,
“The Eccentrix” Trey Carter.
Okay Kris sounds good to me.
Johnny gives dirty looks to the loud, and in his mind ignorant, people that pass him by as he holds his other hand over his left ear.
So a normal match?
Here soon you’re going to have no choice to put me in the main event, I’m the champion as you know!
Well of course you are Johnny, how else would you be defending the title against Trey Carter.
What? This is a title match!
What has he done to deserve this?
He beat The Father at Sonic Boom in quick-
So? I beat him at Throwdown!
And that was the rematch after Marshall beat his a** in his debut!
Which was a match he looked impressive in defeat-
Impressive in defeat?
That’s just something nice that you guys will say about a loser!
The match is for the Vanguard Championship and that is final!
An enraged Johnny hangs up.
While muttering obscenities to himself he turns around to a young kid greeting him.
The boy couldn’t be older than ten, with a black WFWF shirt on with gold lettering, and a wide smile on his face.
A-Are you J-Johnny Mason?
Annoyingly looking down, the young champion just shakes his head yes in disdain.
O-Oh my god
Can I get y-your autograph?
No I don’t have time
I have to get Tyson’s fat*ss off this f*cking plane so I can get back into the gym
Mason walks away before hearing
P-please J-Johnny
Turning around he gets in the kids face making the kids wide smile disappear quicker than Mesh’s did at SuperBrawl X.
You think a little kid like you would have some damn respect!
You see the champion and you whine and cry for his autograph-
Drakz is here?!
Mason takes a deep breath before leaving the poor kid behind and barely making it onto the plane before the cutoff time
Mason and Watts finally land in Vegas around 6pm, but not before Johnny has made it abundantly clear that he regrets coming.
Although he’d never admit it, he’s worried about losing the Vanguard Championship.
The one thing that has not only gave him hope in the WFWF, but life in general.
Watts has reluctantly agreed to stay only one night, but only if it’s a fun one.
Walking by the casino on their way to the elevators to get to their suite, Tyson can’t keep his excitement in control as he is quite literally bouncing up and down.
He continues this all the way to the room whether he is walking or standing completely still nothing could possibly change the fat man’s demeanor.
I’m already over your crap and we just got here
Well baby, there’s a possibility I hit big tonight and you won’t have to deal with me anymore
It’s that simple?
Okay if I hit big the money is yours.
Tyson’s jaw drops followed my a laugh that would make Jeffrey Dahmer feel uncomfortable.
I have to go sh*t
But when I’m done we can go win the rest of our lives.
Johnny rolls his eyes before sitting in a chair by the window.
Even Mason would admit that the suite is pretty nice. Which comes to a surprise since Watts paid for it.
His only complaint is the bastard had to be in the same room as him.
In the bathroom, the sweat hog sits on his throne with his phone up to his ear.
You seen me out there Tyson, I almost had him.
I might not deserve a title shot but do you think there is someway I could be on the show?
I could come up with some bullcrap excuse kid but I’m just going to tell you straight. No.
Now I’m not saying you’re never going to be able to. But with Johnny the way he is, it’s best to bide your time.
I’m not scared of Mason.
He’s a good wrestler and everything but so am I.
You have potential
And I promise you I’ll help you with that but you have to hang in there for me.
I don’t know Tyson I feel like I’m ready-
I understand but how else are you going to get back in the WFWF without me?
Dion goes silent
Yeah exactly.
So be waiting and be ready.
Because one day you’re going to get the call from me and there will be no looking back.
Watts hangs up the phone and makes his way back out to Johnny.
Be honest with me Tyson
Okay?
Do you think Eccentrix has a chance of beating me?
Definitely not.
Just focus on him one on one.
If you’re talking about pure ability, no one can touch you.
What about all the uh, yes people?
And that chick he comes out with.
Leave them to me!
What did you say
I said leave them to me
Look!
Watts flexes his once muscular flabby arms
Those yes people and that hot b*tch can all be handled by Hot-Watts.
Hot-Watts?
Hell yeah!
It’s time I show you that I can pull my own weight in the WFWF.
Tyson no one can pull your weight in the WFWF
Watts fake laughs before flexing the bat wings once again.
Okay thanks I guess?
But for now just go to the casino
I need to do some thinking
What you’re not coming with me?
No but here
Johnny throws him a couple hundreds out of his wallet
Since you paid for the room
The weirdo is back to being his weird self as he jumps into the air and tries to kick his feet together but doesn’t manage to get 5 inches off the ground.
In amazement, Mason watches as Watts grabs up the cash and runs out the door.
Trey Carter
Should I be looking past him or is he actually competent?
Who the f*ck knows anymore.
The only thing I know is he isn’t taking my title.
And of course they probably have me as the opener again.
I’m tired of not only me, but my championship not getting the respect we deserve.
If they think after my win I’m just going to duck out and leave they have another thing coming.
Do you remember Jayson Sykes and MAIM?
No?
Well let me give you a history lesson
I beat “The Father”(The guy who beat Eccentrix in his debut)
And after that I beat the living hell out of both Sykes and MAIM and no one has heard anything out of them since.
I haven’t even heard anything backstage
I think I killed them...
You think Anna was a better champion than me?
Nah I beat her once and I could again.
Then again and again and again...
Or Mesh?
Oh no the little preteen has started acting rebellious and entered her emo phase.
Like that gives her more of a chance against someone like me.
No wait.
There is NOBODY like me.
I really f*cling wish people would stop calling me The Icebreaker because I guess that’s what they think of me now.
Here let’s put Johnny up first.
He’ll “break the ice” and get the fans excited for the rest of the show.
F*ck that!
Before long I will BE the show!
I won’t be breaking the ice because I’m the f*cking PEAK!
Suddenly the door opens causing Johnny to get up.
Johnny my boy you’re missing out on the fun!
Watts comes in strutting like a rooster with a couple bottles of liquor before putting them down on the table in between them.
To Johnny’s surprise the bottles haven’t been opened.
But as quick as he can blink, Tyson has his wallet opened up into the young champion’s face.
Look at that baby!
One, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN hundreds!
H-how did you win that much that quick?
What in the hell?
Quick?
I’ve been down there for hours!
Everyone loves me down there Johnny!
Except the guy at the blackjack table but he’s just jealous.
Oh yeah
Johnny nervously laughs before checking his phone for the time.
11:30pm.
Glad to hear you had fun
Call me Big Monayyyyy!
The gleeful bastard grabs the alcohol and motions towards Johnny who without thinking twice, nods his head yes.
It’s now 1:45am and Mason along with Big Monayyy Hot-Watts are plastered.
Johnny I think you right now,
Like in your current form of living,
Could just possibly be better than what i was in my prime
Johnny laughs
I-I don’t know about that Mr. Electricity.
I took the honor of going through your old matches in the WFWF
You lost to Brandon Bison in your debut match
He had horns!
Watts laughs as he imitates horns on his head with his fingers
Then you lost to the legendary Reverend Shadow in your second match!
Watts gets serious
That dude was scary!
Then you lost to Reverend shadow again-
Tyson shutters
-When he was teaming with No Balls Frank against you and Scarlett Quinn
We uh,
Me and Scarlett had a little thing going on with each other
Johnny looks at him in disbelief
Oh yeah sure you did.
Tyson licks his lips
Then for the great finale of your career
You lost in a triple threat to No Balls Frank and Ante Whitner
Houston?
What?
Huh?
The fat man starts singing “I will always love you” into his whiskey bottle which amuses Johnny.
Thing get quiet for a rare change because I guess Watts has ran out of things to say in a drunken haze which leads Johnny to think about what he does best.
Win.
You know what Tyson?
W-what
Sorry I dozed off for a minute
When I tried to commit suicide I didn’t write a suicide note.
You know why?
Uh why son?
Because I knew I would live.
I knew that I wasn’t lucky enough to put an end to all of this
After all, I’m indestructible!
Watts nervously laughs at the psycho champ
And going through your old matches and you saying I’m better than you really resonated with me.
Thank you so much Tyson.
The uneasiness wears off as Watts smiles
Of course Johnny!
You’re the best!
I am.
I am the best.
Johnny who has been sitting up in his chair towards Watts kicks back and relaxes.
Putting his feet up on the table before crossing his legs and looking at the joyful ogre.
You know what Tyson
You’re wearing all of that nice jewelry and nice clothes and you think you’re hot sh*t am I right?
Watts looks down at his Dolce & Gabbana blue shirt while he adjusts his Gucci belt right below his bulging stomach
Oh yeah brother
All the girls want me and all of their boyfriends just hate me.
Yeah yeah
That’s my point
You’re wearing that gold necklace and gold watch. Your Gucci clothes that may or may not be real
They’re real baby
Of course man
What I’m saying is
Or what I’m trying to say is
You’re a veteran, a very polished veteran
Damn right
But you can polish a piece of sh*t all you want but at the end of the day it’s still a piece of sh*t.
And what do you do with pieces of sh*t?
You flush it!
Mason laughs hysterically as Watts’s huge grin turns into a sinister snarl.
I-I got to use the bathroom!
Number two! Yells a drunk but enthusiastic Johnny
In the bathroom Watts is seething
His fist is balled up so firm that it’s shaking.
He goes to punch something but stops himself before bending over the sink and looking at himself in the mirror
Usually an activity he does multiple times a day but never like this.
Never with disgust.
He hates the way he looks
He hates the way he talks
He hates himself
Fighting back tears, he decides to come out of the bathroom as Johnny isn’t even close to as harsh as that mirror was.
When he comes out he finds Johnny passed out on his bed.
Tyson stares at him with unbridled hate as he wishes he was him.
He turns to head towards his own bed before seeing something that stops him in his tracks.
He grabs that something, a pillow and slowly walks towards a drunk, lifeless, Mason.
He stands over his motionless body, gripping the sides of the pillow before getting interrupted by his phone ringing.
It’s Dion.
He once again begs for a match
He HAS to make it in the world of wrestling.
Tyson puts down the pillow and stomps toward the door away Johnny and goes on a rant
Who do you think I am Dion?
The former WFWF wrestler ferociously whispers.
Do you think I’m able to get everything I want done and achieved?
Do you think I f*cking walk on water?
Dion is dead silent while Tyson stares at Mason
Well you’re right
And you’re wrong
I am a god
But I don’t walk on water
I follow the path of the bodies I’ve left behind that have crossed me and left me no choice but to twist the knife in their back!
Awhile has passed since The Great Night of Vegas and it’s now the morning of Animalize.
Ever since they came back from the casino everything has been going great!
Or so Johnny thinks, as he doesn’t remember anything of his drunken ramblings that has left Watts stewing.
The tandem are in another hotel once again but his time, in separate rooms.
Cardiff, Wales.
A country with a name that’s reminded Tyson of some of his own drunken mistakes.
Ones that were unfortunately never gone the next day either.
Watts is just waking up and getting ready in his room as Johnny sits in a chair looking out a window that’s overlooking the city in his.
Who is Trey Carter?
Does he really think he’s that good or is he just covering up the fact that in ring wise he sucks?
Kinda the way Mesh hides her near death experience inside her new “tough” attitude.
Well when I look into Mesh’s eyes I see a coward.
The eyes never lie.
But when I look into Eccentrix’s eyes I don’t think he’s lying.
He really does think he’s that good
Either that or he’s a f*cking idiot
I’m going to find out how good he really is.
Not what he thinks he is
Not what his yes people or the female he comes out with thinks he is.
He can come up with all the jokes and have all the fun he wants but when the match starts he’s in for a rude awakening.
After he gets his a*s kicked I really do hope that he stays around though.
He could be something, but that something is not the Vanguard Champion.
And he sure as hell isn’t the next Johnny Mason.
There’s a knock at the door as The Vanguard Champion takes a deep breath before heading out.
Mason has his belt draped across his left shoulder as he walks down the hallway with full confidence.
Behind him Watts follows closely equally confident, but his usual sh*t eating grin is replaced with an empty frown.
