Post by Gavin Masterson on Dec 30, 2014 19:36:22 GMT -5
A pre-show match against JC Styles is how he would debut. Gavin Masterson, a man that Styles thinks is some rookie. Idiots, these days. Gavin, though, wasn’t going to argue with the kid. Instead, he was going to kick his teeth down his throat and step over his body as he marched into Twenty-Fifteen. But now, before Dead or Alive, we find our hero – Gavin Masterson – standing outside of the Astrodome in Houston, Texas. He stands in front of the solid brick wall, dressed (as usual) in all black. Black jeans, black “Pennywise” band shirt underneath a black military style jacket. The camera that’s been fixated on the Outlaw is a Quentin Tarantino style shot. The camera is low to the ground, and angled up. With a smug smirk of satisfaction on his face, Gavin breaks his silence and begins to speak..
GAVIN MASTERSON
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“Yanno, they could have told me formally that I had a match. A simple and quick phone call, “Hey Gavin, I booked you against JC Styles” would have been nice. Instead, I get informed when I click onto the Ground Zero website and see a new messaged broadcast by the management. Whatever, it’s all gravy. I mean, it doesn’t really matter does it? Whether I’ve been training my ass off, or slacked until the last day; it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. JC Styles, while full of himself, is in way over his head here. So, the other day when I’m at the airport after arriving in Houston, some painted up idiot walks up to me and, after doing his best to degrade me, asks me to team with him and take down the company. Turns out, it was JC Styles and he’s some vet in the biz. Good for you, bud. I’m glad you twiddled your thumbs away in some no name company, in front of a ten-person audience, in some stupid farm land in Wisconsin somewhere. I mean, we all had those moments. But, unlike you, I have spent time in front of thousands of people and I have been at the top of the world. And as far as teaming goes? I don’t need help, especially from someone like you, to burn this company to it’s foundation. As a matter of fact, I’m going to do it all on my own – and I’m going to start at Dead or Alive.”
As he shot the name of the pay per view out of his mouth, his eyes darted down and locked on the camera. Gavin then took a momentary pause, allowing his rejection notice to sink into that thick skull of Styles’. After a couple of moments of silence, he smirked and continued..
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“JC, I don’t think you quite grasp the situation in front of you. Yeah, we’re both debuting at Dead or Alive – but it’s clear, painfully clear, that one of us wants this more than the other. It’s clear that one of us is cut out for this, and the other isn’t. One of us is more suited to be employeed by a comic convention than a wrestling promotion. One of us should be working kids birthday parties as the recent big-hit superhero of the box office… and JC, incase you haven’t clued in already, it’s not me. Do you honestly think that spending time painting your face and body intimidates anyone, let alone me? It only makes me feel sorry for you. Sorry that you would much rather be doing something stupid like that, that has no effect what so ever on your in-ring game, than working your technique and becoming a better athlete. Because at Dead or Alive, your war paint isn’t going to save you any. In fact, it’s not even going to be a factor. I’m going to pin-point your weaknesses, and believe me – you have a lot, and I will exploit them in order to walk away as the victor. So, be my guest – JC. Waste your time going to a local arts and crafts store, buy your paints and your brushes, hell.. add some sparkles and glitter if you want. Paint yourself up to intimidate little children, and scream your war cries for everyone to hear.. but when it boils down to it? At Dead or Alive, you’re going to be out wrestled by the best of ‘em.”
And indeed, Gavin was one of the best that would enter the ring at Dead or Alive. Whether it was a pre-show match or not, Gavin had every intention of walking in and not only claiming victory – but grabbing everyone’s attention. He was going to send a message to everyone in the back, and he would send that message through JC Styles.
GAVIN MASTERSON
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“Paint yourself up for this war, JC, and you best believe that this will be a war. Yanno, wars are usually started over something .. be it greed, oil, money, acts of terrorism – or whatever. This war; the one between you and I? It’s all for the roster position that we both crave. Face it. Only one of us will really make it onto the roster here. The loser will be frowned upon and maybe, maybe, given one more chance to prove his worth – while the winner..” Gavin pointed to himself “Will be thrust into the spotlight and continue to climb up the ladder to success. And just like every other war in history, JC, this one is going to be violent. This one is going to be brutal. And this one will have causalities. Maybe it will be you? Maybe it will be your kids. Who knows? All I know is at the end of it all, JC, you’re going to be left laying just like every other joe schmoe who’s stepped up against me, has. But if you really intend on going to war with me. If you really want to wrestle your last match at Dead or Alive, I suggest you bring your battalion. Bring your bazookas and your machine guns. ‘Cause the only way you’re beating me in this war? Is if you kill me.”
Gavin had a sinister grin on his face now. The camera shifted under him, and the positioning changed. The camera operator must’uv gotten tired of crouching down. He stood up and now stood face to face with Gavin, who finished..
GAVIN MASTERSON
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“JC, I’m locked and loaded for Dead or Alive. I have you in my sights, and I have an itchy trigger finger. All I’m waiting for is the bell to sound, and then…. Boom. Headshot.”
And that was that. Gavin laughed while he walked away, ending the video.