Now this was something he could deal with. The emotions he was feeling back there with the little green skinned mutant, a big 'tough' guy like him couldn't handle those, it made him feel like he needed to make something HURT, HURT like he was, and of course his target was the perfect one for it in his anger addled mind. Especially in these peaks he wasn't even afraid to die if it had to be, but when it came to trying to manage those..strange feelings, it agitated him so much things like this happened.
He felt a strange and probably displaced sense of triumph when his attack caused the other to go right on his ass. He almost eagerly watched the other's reaction, his own lips drawn back to show..sharp teeth too? Just what was this guy? He wasn't a feral, even though he almost acted like one, but he had rather sharp canines on top and a rather obvious disregard for danger..or maybe he knew it and just didn't give a damn, it was hard to say. He was screaming like a maniac, so maybe that was just exactly what he was.
However, even in his condition, Mason did realize in the ring sometimes in these highs one didn't realize things. Things they probably should know, so he felt he needed to inform this bastard exactly why he had seemingly come out of nowhere to belt him one. He had a feeling he would be hurting very soon, his energy was basically drained out now, this was not a wise time for him to decide to randomly attaCK a mutant stronger then he was. So he tried to get a reign on his anger enough to string sensible words together.
"I know you don't fucking know me from Adam and I don't you either--but a couple years back you killed my lover's lover. Big guy--don't know what he went by for a mutant codename, but anyway, it's not fucking IMPORTANT. What's important here is that you KILLED HIM YOU LITTLE BASTARD AND IT WASN'T EVEN A DEATHMATCH! Look up there. LOOK! " At this point he paused, pointing a tat covered arm towards Victor." He's fucking CRYING because of your stupid need to show how badass you are! Are you proud of yourself? ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING PROUD OF YOURSELF, FUCKER?" My, that had turned into a regular litany, with the enraged one as some kind of infernal preacher.
He breathed heavily as he got all that off his chest, his eyes bugging out of his head a bit, his mouth still half open in a sneer, he just waiting now, seeing if he would attack, and damn it, if he did, he was ready.