DAVEFAN95 Posted August 10, 2016 Share Posted August 10, 2016 January 3rd, 2048 Mason Entertainment Studios, Los Angeles, California http://i1368.photobucket.com/albums/ag183/darragh2oo9/Nick%20Mason/CVFP_WhiteAnnouncer_006_zpspzdhpfsn.jpg Hello there, my name is Nick Mason and I am a director, editor and writer, however, I am most known as the founder and owner of Mason Entertainment Studios, a large multimedia company and this year, I turn 60. I am a normal guy, worked my ass off to get to where I am and had many road bumps along the way. However, this documentary film isn't about me and my achievements. Or at least not in the industry of media. I want to talk about my experience in professional wrestling. Nowadays, all the fans know all about the behind the scenes and going ons of a wrestling promotion and at the heart of that is politics. However, what I went through in the industry, was more than simple politics. I encountered greed, selfishness and many other things that I knew existed but I never expected what I got. Today, I am going to expose what pro wrestling in, and how you the fans know nothing of it's ruthlessness. I don't want to turn you off professional wrestling with this, that's not it at all. I just want to show you what your favourite wrestler are really like and without further ado, it all started about 42 years ago..... December 19th, 2016 Cindars Hospital, Los Angeles, California http://i1368.photobucket.com/albums/ag183/darragh2oo9/Nick%20Mason/CVFP_WhiteMale_056casual_zpsyi40chiw.jpg I was 28 years of age and I was working as an editor in Los Angeles and I was a simple guy who liked comics, movies and of course professional wrestling and I was down on my luck. Well, actually, that was a lie, everything was going really well for me. I had a great job that I loved, that paid well, I had just recently got married to an absolutely stunning girl, I had just bought a house. Everything was going good, but when life gives you good times, it usually hits you hard with the bullsh!t. Almost like it builds up your happiness just so it can tear you back down to the depths of sadness, it's truly ruthless and everybody can relate to. The world is a sh!tty place sometimes and in 2015, it proved to me once again that you should never get comfortable with your life. Cancer... Not me, but my wife. Her name was Lucy and she was a teacher. She was also 28. I would have preferred if I got it, would have been less painful for her and honestly, easier for me to deal with. I know it's a bit cliche, but that's what happened. Luckily, I had a great paying job, unluckily, it still wouldn't covered the cost of everything. Doctors appointments, chemo treatments, x-rays, scans, you name it. It's not cheap and I can tell you that at that moment, I wasn't going to let her die at least not without a fight. Thing is, we didn't have the money saved up to deal with this. We had just bought a house and our savings were shot to sh!t. We needed money and we needed it now. I remember the day of her first chemo session, she sat on that chair with that needle in her arm. It was painful, and that's me talking. You can only imagine how she felt. "Can we pay for this?" "Of course we can" And we could at least this session anyway. I hated watching her sit there, she was pretty helpless. I hate to introduce her to you this way, but this is what I lived through. Honestly, it pains me to present her this way, but I guess that's how I saw her. This isn't about making you feel sorry for me, I just need to show you why I did what I did because after this, you might think a lot different of me. "But we need money right?" "Yes, honey, we're a bit short right now, but I'll pick up a second job, everything will be okay." "That isn't gonna cut it Nick" I couldn't pull the wool over her eyes. She was right. Not many jobs were available at that time and a waiter job wasn't exactly going to cut it. Not that she would let me take something like that. Lucy was always selfless, she didn't want me to be down. I suppose that's one of the reasons why this happened the way it did. "Well, maybe, you could do one job, a dream job" "A dream job?" "Yeah, you've always wanted your own company and you could open a wrestling company?" "Haha, yeah right." "You could always ask John, just check it out. For me? I couldn't say no to her. I knew this was one of her ways to get my mind off her illness, if I had a company, I was going to be distracted, which is what she wanted but I wasn't overly thrilled about her idea, for one, I'd need to spend money to start it up. I wasn't sure where the future was going to lead me, but I guess asking John wouldn't have been awful, but that's where it starts, that's where my journey in pro wrestling began January 11th, 2016. McCarthy’s Bar, Los Angeles, California Although, I promised my wife that I’d consult John, I wasn’t too keen on the idea. Sure it seems like it might be an easy way to get money, but let’s be honest here, it could also bankrupt me, and how would that help. I’d be royally screwed and for the next few days any time Lucy brought it up, I gave her a short answer and changed the subject. I wasn’t seriously thinking about it to be honest but as time went by, it kinda became my only option. I decided a few beers were needed and I went down to the bar with a friend. http://i1368.photobucket.com/albums/ag183/darragh2oo9/Nick%20Mason/CVFP_WhiteMale_056casual_zpsyi40chiw.jpghttp://i1368.photobucket.com/albums/ag183/darragh2oo9/Nick%20Mason/CVFP_WhiteMale_002casual_zpsozicokut.jpg “Man, you really think you can do it?” “Uh, not really no” This was Michael “Mike” Colton. My best friend since I was about 12. He was two years older than me, but he was a huge wrestling fan. He was like the big brother I never had, he lived a few houses down my street and he was the only guy around my age when he moved there in ‘99. Mike had some wrestling training back in the mid 2000’s and was a very good amateur wrestler in his college days. Mike always had my back, he was a legit friend who’d never let me or Lucy down, he was always there for me. “Well, I’ll help anyway, I can. I have plenty of contacts.” “I know, I still don’t think I can do this. But I can’t just…” I was breaking down and Mike knew it. He didn’t say much, he just put his hand on my shoulder and consoled me. It wasn’t much but it meant a lot to me. Mike knew what Lucy meant to me, he knew she was really the only girl I ever loved. He could feel my pain as much as I could. http://i1368.photobucket.com/albums/ag183/darragh2oo9/Nick%20Mason/CVFP_WhiteMale_017casual_zpskovghiue.jpg “Am.. Am I interrupting something?” “Not at all Gray, sit down, I need to tell you something”. Graham “Gray” Penn was a colleague of mine. A very talented camera man, I met Gray in 2010, once I began working in this industry. Gray was my age and had been a great friend to me over the last few years and again, was a wrestling fan. The three of us were like the three musketeers, we were great buddies but Gray had been away in Toronto on a project and I thought that I’d prefer to tell him in person than over the phone and I did. “Oh, wow. I don’t know what to say… I’m so sorry Nick.” “Thanks, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.” “Hey, tell him the rest.” So I did. Honestly, Gray had always wanted to become a professional wrestler so, he was over the top excited. Gray was always that type of guy, kind of get distracted by what the real issue was. Mike and I always reeled him back in, we covered each other’s flaws pretty well. “I think you should go for it.” “This isn’t about us, Gray. This is for Lucy's sake and Nicks too.” “Yeah, of course, but it’d be easy, us three coming up with ideas. We’d be great” “No... well, actually, he makes a point Nick” That actually did make sense. We always thought we could be good bookers and if we could make money too, then I’d be sold. That was the real problem here, the money. I only had 10k and I was going to be the sole owner of this company, so I could take out any profit we made. Sure, I wasn’t going to make amazing profits straight out of the gate but if we could start out with a profit and build our way up we’d be golden. “Yeah, but money is the issue, right Nick?” “Money is an issue. Nick, your the financial whiz, got any idea how to make a money?” Honestly, I hadn’t. Well, until that very moment. I never thought about it in depth before so I guess I never really had my thinking cap on in terms of how I’d make money, but it just came to me. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but it just did. I thought it would be a very good idea. “What are you doing?” “Making a call…. Hello is this John? It’s Nick Mason, would you be available for a chat?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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