Wrestling Orgy: The Mason Jones Story
Mar 24, 2021 12:36:48 GMT -5
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Post by Mason Jones on Mar 24, 2021 12:36:48 GMT -5
Mason Jones: It appears to me that AW management and Alex Pastersnack trusts me to be in a big time match where my opponents want to be bump-n-grind'd until the wheels fall off. Lets take a look at the usual suspects shall we?
The last time I blacked out drunk was a few years ago in Fort Pierce, Florida on spring break. Funny we're almost to spring break in 2021 but this was a wild time. I had bitches and guys all around me. I was feeling good, I was feeling fine and I blacked the hell out and had the time of my life. I woke up with drugs, booze, and women all around me. Speaking of blacking out, John Black you're going to black out when I'm done with you in Match Madness. Your return to Action Wrestling will be short lived. You returned at Revolution but the Mason Jones Revolution will begin by knocking your ass OUT in that ring!
I never backyard wrestled but I was in a backyard once on a trampoline. Her name was Krista and she was a delight. She had me howling at the moon. You won't be howling Tyler Matthews, or maybe you will be. You look like a howler. When I'm done with you, you can take your backyard wrestling skills, your cheap weird bar fight knockoff attire, your wannabe emo gimmick and get back to the welfare line. You smell how you look. You look like shit.
Ohhhh Gabrielle VanZant. My lady in the water. My fantasy mistress. I've married you so many times in my head. I've done a lot of things with you in my head if ya get what the big Bone Jones is talkin' about! You can erase the career you once had but you can't erase the memories of what you and I had together. Sure, I've never actually met you or touched you, or literally been in your presence but oh boy you've really given me a PRESENT if ya know what I mean. Christmas came early this year for me boys, let me gift wrap you tight and pin you to the mat in the only way I know how. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Mason Jones is gonna GET SOME BOYS!
Byron Bathory you scare the shit out of me. I wouldn't touch you with someone's dick.
Mr Abraham is some tall guy who makes his work in the ring look graceful and elegant. I'm just kidding, he sucks. You don't have to free me as your slave, because I'm going to own every inch of you in that ring. And I know how to work ALLLL the inches! Your name is biblical. There is nothing in the bible that could even convey the stuff I've been doing since I was 18. You're a preacher and your voice rang through millions in the deep south but that's not how it's going to be anymore. Once I'm going to retire you from the ring at Match Madness, you won't even be able to go back to preaching, instead you'll be gagging in a nursing home begging for more water and ice chips and the dumb nurse will be hoping you die to get you out of your misery.
Wade Brilliant. You're stupid as shit. There is nothing brilliant about you. I just have to move these hips like I always do and I'd have you and the women testifying in court putting even the best men away!
And Corey Bull. Whoa. We meet again. Who knew, right? You reffered to me as a piece of garbage who didn't belong in the ring with you and guess what? We're in the same match at Timebomb. Does that sting? I bet it does. You know what else stings? "Flu shots" you get after a terrible one night stand. DOn't worry, I won't tell your lady friend you get those shots every time Frank has you on your knees... or whatever it is you do for the Hangmen. Oh, I get it, you hangmen huh? Hangin dong in front of the boys. Just walkin' around shortless, bottomless, I get it, I get it. Boys will be boys, right? Just towel-snappin' each other, spankin' each other on the butts. You an ass-slap man, Bull? You slap-a-da-ass? I bet you do.
You beat me. I get it. You won. I understand. Match Madness at Timebomb changes for you big man. You're not the big bad monster you think you are, and Frank Lowe has you wrapped around his finger like a little puppy dog except you don't have a cute charming face. You have an ugly face like a bulldog. I want to curb stomp you into the cement. Bend over and get ready for the tailpipe, Bull, it's time you finally eat this defeat!
Match Madness is mine for the taking. I take whateeverrrrrrrrr I want boys and girls. I'll see you in the ring. I'll be the one standing tall at the end of it with my arm raised as a winner. Big Bone Jones is moving on up and there is nothing you can do about it!
Work hard, fuck hard, die hard.
The last time I blacked out drunk was a few years ago in Fort Pierce, Florida on spring break. Funny we're almost to spring break in 2021 but this was a wild time. I had bitches and guys all around me. I was feeling good, I was feeling fine and I blacked the hell out and had the time of my life. I woke up with drugs, booze, and women all around me. Speaking of blacking out, John Black you're going to black out when I'm done with you in Match Madness. Your return to Action Wrestling will be short lived. You returned at Revolution but the Mason Jones Revolution will begin by knocking your ass OUT in that ring!
I never backyard wrestled but I was in a backyard once on a trampoline. Her name was Krista and she was a delight. She had me howling at the moon. You won't be howling Tyler Matthews, or maybe you will be. You look like a howler. When I'm done with you, you can take your backyard wrestling skills, your cheap weird bar fight knockoff attire, your wannabe emo gimmick and get back to the welfare line. You smell how you look. You look like shit.
Ohhhh Gabrielle VanZant. My lady in the water. My fantasy mistress. I've married you so many times in my head. I've done a lot of things with you in my head if ya get what the big Bone Jones is talkin' about! You can erase the career you once had but you can't erase the memories of what you and I had together. Sure, I've never actually met you or touched you, or literally been in your presence but oh boy you've really given me a PRESENT if ya know what I mean. Christmas came early this year for me boys, let me gift wrap you tight and pin you to the mat in the only way I know how. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Mason Jones is gonna GET SOME BOYS!
Byron Bathory you scare the shit out of me. I wouldn't touch you with someone's dick.
Mr Abraham is some tall guy who makes his work in the ring look graceful and elegant. I'm just kidding, he sucks. You don't have to free me as your slave, because I'm going to own every inch of you in that ring. And I know how to work ALLLL the inches! Your name is biblical. There is nothing in the bible that could even convey the stuff I've been doing since I was 18. You're a preacher and your voice rang through millions in the deep south but that's not how it's going to be anymore. Once I'm going to retire you from the ring at Match Madness, you won't even be able to go back to preaching, instead you'll be gagging in a nursing home begging for more water and ice chips and the dumb nurse will be hoping you die to get you out of your misery.
Wade Brilliant. You're stupid as shit. There is nothing brilliant about you. I just have to move these hips like I always do and I'd have you and the women testifying in court putting even the best men away!
And Corey Bull. Whoa. We meet again. Who knew, right? You reffered to me as a piece of garbage who didn't belong in the ring with you and guess what? We're in the same match at Timebomb. Does that sting? I bet it does. You know what else stings? "Flu shots" you get after a terrible one night stand. DOn't worry, I won't tell your lady friend you get those shots every time Frank has you on your knees... or whatever it is you do for the Hangmen. Oh, I get it, you hangmen huh? Hangin dong in front of the boys. Just walkin' around shortless, bottomless, I get it, I get it. Boys will be boys, right? Just towel-snappin' each other, spankin' each other on the butts. You an ass-slap man, Bull? You slap-a-da-ass? I bet you do.
You beat me. I get it. You won. I understand. Match Madness at Timebomb changes for you big man. You're not the big bad monster you think you are, and Frank Lowe has you wrapped around his finger like a little puppy dog except you don't have a cute charming face. You have an ugly face like a bulldog. I want to curb stomp you into the cement. Bend over and get ready for the tailpipe, Bull, it's time you finally eat this defeat!
Match Madness is mine for the taking. I take whateeverrrrrrrrr I want boys and girls. I'll see you in the ring. I'll be the one standing tall at the end of it with my arm raised as a winner. Big Bone Jones is moving on up and there is nothing you can do about it!
Work hard, fuck hard, die hard.