"Uh..."

Mason clears his throat slightly and the view of what was going down in front of him. He takes one earphone out as he does so. He raises an eyebrow and stands up, his workout clothes jostling. He recognizes Robbie Bourbon but no one else here offhand, but with reason, he assumes they're other members of the XWF roster as they were in town for the day. He takes a couple cautious steps toward the group and slides in Razor Ramon-style.

"Well hello there," He stands up straight to try and match the height of all these giants and then gestures to the bloody bloke with his head, "So uh... is it a rare occurrence for you guys to start fights in local gyms or is this just tuesday? Cause, I'unno, seems a bit odd to me. But I'll admit I'm new here."

He presses pause on his smart phone, stopping 'Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxx' mid song, and puts it into his pocket along with his earphones. He claps his hand together and holds both of them out for people to shake.

"Well I'm Mason Prince of many names, including, but not limited to the Sexual Tyrannosaurus, the Giant Slayer, the Womb Raider, Mr. Kawaii in the Streets Senpai in the Sheets, the Wobbly Sausage, ClitYeastWood, and Dale," He plasters a stupid grin on his face, "Don't ask about that last one. Tijuana was a bitch."

Mason looked over to the russian guy, "And you must be Ivan Drago. Or alternatively the most complete fighter in the world, Mr. Boyka. Or any other generic Russian guy. Hello there. Please do not break me, big boy."

He then turned to Mike, "Hello Alster Roidstein. Top of the testosterone to you."

And finally to Robbie, "And hello to you Mr. Bourbon. Have I ever told you that you remind me of this one guy I used to know who wrestled with me back in Japan? Huge Grizzly or... Large Bear... something like that."

Smiles all around.