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It's often unhealthy to drastically change habits. You've gotta move slowly. Creep up to things at a significantly sluggish pace. Too much of a good thing can be breathe taking, and that's how we got here. From a small gym, we moved to a large stadium. The arena, with thousands of seats inside, were all completely empty. Lonely, and abandoned. Scenes of the many many seats appeared, and images flashed where the seats held roaring fanatics of the sport of professional wrestling. They flashed back to being empty. We then saw a larger ring than before, 20x20, in the center of an elaborate set. A stage, lights, an announcer's table.. and unlike our last location.. barricades. The production was higher than before, people worked hard to put together the show. People were hired to this larger scaled company to serve the smallest purpose, but each were important. We once again saw the empty seats, but in one sat a man. Aleks Mason, still equipped in the same attire we have been seeing him in throughout these past weeks of these rather odd vignettes. Dark jeans, black button up, black blazer, sunglasses now on his face. But now something was different. Aleks, despite being dressed in his casual clothing, was wrapping his hands with tape. The man, concentrated in this task, didn't look up as he began to speak softly. "We come to a different part of the story of our Las Vegas boy. After realizing he had too much potential to be working with the dumps of professional wrestling, he moved on. Let's stop this charade. Three words. Can you guess? It was me. I realized the talent and the athleticism I had was not meant for low end five dollar wrestling shows. I was not some animal in the zoo that you were going to see for a low entry fee. Kids free. No no no, if people wanted to see Aleks Mason, they'd better be ready to pay top of the line. And if promoters wanted Mason they'd need to pay top of the line. The line is very high up there. Climb to the top, the top of the mountain. The action is nonstop where we made the next stop. Totally nonstop. Until it stopped. False advertisement if you ask me. Take it to the judge. From one nonstop wrestling promotion, to the next, and to the next. E..F..R.. Now I know my ABC's.. How a letter can change so much, right? To Be Continued.. they told me. We continue this epic saga in the newest rendition of Total Nonstop Action: what is it again? Ah.. Revolution. From what I see all it is is REVOLTING. At one point in reading a book do you turn the page and realize the story is about you? You'll go mad Too many of these people try to connect. Connect 4. Connect for fans' comfort. I don't connect. I'm not like you. I come here and compete for money because it's what I'm good at. And it's about time you become good at watching me. It's about time that a real revolution arrived, back from the dead. It's no coincidence that revolution rhymes with sin. I'm going to have to start asking for forgiveness." Mason would get to his feet and whip off his coat. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing the tape he had on his wrists. Mason walked away, leaving the arena once again empty.
