broken glass.

Shortly after the three count, I made my escape. 

Admit it, I am a Man of the future and of this Promotion. I will do great things here, I’ve already started doing them. Don Wilson, submitted my view, just with different actions… you’re just looking for one more chance in the limelight before you become another god forsaken burn out.

And again, here we are.

Phil Stevens sets up another brain child to get the attention of the public.

Drake, your words that irritated the ever-living fuck out of me. You said " I would be the first Victim of the Impact. " I send a very hearty “fuck you” straight ‘atcha. Motherfucker, I can say this with every ounce of certainty in me- when it comes to this topic, you know nothing about Wrestling.

but hell, anyone can see it in your words. You claim I will be the first victim on live television to the impact. 

And you think you can break out in a match against me? How arrogant…

With wishful thinking like that Masters, you won't last long. 

My sunglasses slipped down my nose as I stood on screen now with " The Brain " I had my hair spiked about my forehead and face, showing vibrant facial features. Donning a White suit with red complemented tie I stood there with a Rolex watch on my wrist as he folded my arms behind my back, I moved my face as the Camera would forward ahead into my face only as I could draw the crowd in Dramatically they screamed louder as I enjoyed it became clear to be they where regarding me with high spectacular arraignment  I turned my head down to the face of " The Brain " As he cleared his throat to gain the attention of ringside and the fans watching world wide for this premier Interview. 

" Machtan Aomori, I'm glad you could make time with me tonight to tell me, after last weeks win over Don Wilson how are you doing currently as well as How you take the whole outlook of Drake Masters " 

I would only smirk, taking in the question right off the bat the fans screaming as if they all wanted to pour form every pour possible and every exit to come see myself backstage. I turned to the Microphone, which I was handed off screen and pulled it to my lips to answer the old outdated question. 

" Well, I did what every guy would have done. I bought a new car also when I was in the Show Room I bought the model girl who stood next to it too. " 

The fans screamed briefly as " The Brain " had turned to me attentive to ask another question of Me. 

" Well, that's just one of many things I need to ask you. Being one of the most watched in this X-Rated Tournament. Machtan Aomori, do you feel the pressure of being the man eliminated this coming SIN taking on Drake Masters. " 

I paused, this got to me a little bit that everybody thought Drake was going to beat me. Last week I had a pretty good victory and some momentum building so why would they pick the wildcard over someone they've seen in the ring already? I didn't care I answered anyway. 

" Drake Masters? Drake Masters... I don't know what our leader.. Phil Stevens was thinking about when booking me in a match with this guy, his face will end up meat for the glass and trashcan after I stuff him in it like he was back in high school. " 

" Nothing but a Pimply faced Punk. " I continued. 

" It won't take to long to school this kid in how to wrestle, much pain to be brought on him because I'm going to make this match one of the hardest he'll ever have. I don't have to say to much because deep down little Masters is having second thoughts that he over stepped his place when he was booked with me. " 

" The Brain " nodded as the fans screamed they approved me as I stood there, waiting for the questions to roll on and " The Brain " would Continue the questioning. 

" Back to your spot in the X-Rated Tournament in Detail.. You think you have what it takes to be the Man of the X-Rated? " Bobby asked. 

I nodded, no need for a drawn out reply as I clenched my wrist and let them free at my side. 

" Yea, I'm not going to let some second rate tournament stop me form being on top of my game. I'm one of the best United Wrestling has to offer straight out of the reaches of London, England who wouldn't declare me a winner. "

" The Brain " smiled and pushed his hand to shake mine I did to be respective of the talented staff backstage. He then turned to ask me a final question. 

" Your take on Styles Vs Chaos for the World Heavyweight Title. " 

I Then held on to " The Brains " Hand I turned my eyes locked up with his as I held his Microphone dropping my own. The fans got into it as It was a hard spot to talk about.. at least since I wasn't at the steam I needed to take a title. 

" I don't care who the hell is the Champion, because before to long Your Perfect Drug will hold gold for the fans around, millions and millions upon millions of them will chant who the people voted for in the end to come out on top as always. Me, The Rock star, Machtan Aomori. "

" And That's the final and only Bottom Line. "

I turned around and walked away the fans screaming, I was indeed hyped up after that burning question. I had a tournament to win, but in the back of my head I just wanted to jump and beat the shit out of " The Brain " But I didn't have a lack of class so I stepped back brushed my shoulder off of the problem and ejected myself before something serious happened. Drake had more then a couple of days to prepare and maybe be hand boy to DLS for a little while I'd bide my time and get ready for the fight that I was going to win.


» F i n a l  W o r d

Masters is a man who literally dreams of doing what I do after reviewing the facts and numbers, I have come to a conclusion. 

I'm better then you, I will always be better then you. Beating you won't be a challenge because I've done it all and your about to learn why I've been around the block more then once..

So, Masters get ready The Suicidal Cowboy is cumin'