Jason Payne
New member
FADE IN on a close up of the PRODIGY© CLASSIC XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP BELT. The camera pans slowly upwards, pulling back slowly to reveal 'The Dog of War' standing sideways against the banner for NEW's PPV, Banned in the USA. Payne looks to to the floor, pulling his arm up, bringing the title belt into frame. Looking at silently for a moment, he speaks, his voice subdued and almost...normal.
Payne - "This..."
Payne shakes the P©X belt in his hand for emphasis.
Payne - "...has been a long time coming for me."
Payne eyes the belt for a moment before lowering his hand and turning towards the camera. Scars on his face from years of beating, and being beaten visible upon his countenance. His eyes smoldering with determination.
Payne - "I have suffered in this business for a long time. I have sat back, and I have watched the mundane, the undeserving, the politically savvy be pushed to the moon, only to be told, 'your time will come, Payne.' And I waited, and I watched, and I was patient. And in the end, it got me sh-BEEP. I've damn near broken my back, and suffered hat should have been a career ending neck injury, to sit back and watch the Micheal Manson's, Nova's, and Kin Hiroshi's of this business get chance after chance after chance. Meanwhile I sat back, and I waited. Waited for 'my time' to come. Only it didn't."
Payne shifted his weight to his other leg, his eyes never leaving the camera. The fire in his eyes seemingly growing brighter with each syllable that escapes his lips.
Payne - "I had a multi-million dollar wrestling promotion, New Frontier Wrestling, give me a contract, after Chris McMillan went to Quentin Sullivan and told him if he didn't sign me, he was going to regret it. And so I show up in NFW, and the first thing they do is put me in a fued with Chris McMillan that had hardly any televised history, only what me and Chris came up with to put on television, and what happened? Chris and I tore the house down at every house show, and pay-per view they booked us on. The only thing that sidelined me from going any further was the neck injury I suffered during Ultratitle Season 1."
"I come back from my injury, and I get told, 'sorry kid, but your spot's been replaced. But hey, we're having another Ultratitle season. That's where you're gonna make your mark.' I got no beef with that, and I sign up. And what happens? I bulldoze my way through the first five or six weeks of that season without so much as a sweat. Now the powers that be, who in case you didn't know, was Micheal Manson, got his little qualude popping pedophile panties all bunched up because he knew he was witnessing the rise of someone who was going to cut into his drug dealing, Thai hooker ring trust fund. So what happens in the last few weeks of that season, is that Manson uses his carte blanche that both Sullivan, and Craig Miles, gave to him, and he procedes to do everything he can to humiliate me in front of a world wide television audience."
The disgust on his face says it all as Payne rehashes history. The indignation in his eyes as palpable as the hate burning within his soul.
Payne - "The first thing came when I was asked to lay down...LAY DOWN...to none other than Lindsay Troy, the Queen of all that wrong in this business. I'll tell ya something, I have all the respect for her in the world as an athelete, but as a person, Lindz...baby...you couldn't hold my jock even if you could unhinge your jaw like the snake you are. The little known truth about Lindsay folks, is that she has used that diseased ridden slip-and-slide that she calls a vagina, to screw her way into every title reign she's ever had, and the only reason no one calls her out on it, is because they don't want to have to face the lawsuits that would erupt when they discovered that she has about 15 kids from every wrestling promoter from here to Timbuktu!"
"I expressed my disagreement with Manson about doing the job to Troy, as it would kill the momentum I had been building. Manson basically told me that it was his way or the unemployment line, so at this point, what's a guy to do? So I did the deed, figureatively speaking, and went about it. that wasn't enough for Manson though as the next week, he begged me to do the same for Mr. Self Made Sex Toy and Horse Fu-BEEP-er Millionaire extraordanaire, Yori Yakamo Jr. I made the concession with Manson before, and I told him I wouldn't do it again. I went out there and I beat the holy hell out of Yakamo so bad he thought he was on another planet. To punish me, I get thrown in a triple threat with Yakamo, and Jean Rabesque. When I wouldn't lay down for them, Manson paid Rabesque off to choke me out in the middle of the ring."
"Then we have the infamous goat milking incident and we saw how that turned out. I beat the hell out of Manson, Yakamo, and everyone else I could get my hands on that night. After that, I was sent packing to another division, where I beat the living hell out of Kin Hiroshi, something I've done so much they should just award me every title he has ever won. After the whole thing with the Ultratitle dies down, I sat on the sidelines awhile, waiting for 'my chance' once again. Once Manson was done as booker, I decided to make my comeback. Quentin Sullivan promised me to give me my shot. He had 'big things' in store for Jason Payne."
Payne shifts again, his weight back and forth as he grows more and more agitated.
Payne - "So I enter thier little T.V. Title battle royal, and for 15 minutes, I beat the holy hell out of everyone in there, and it took basically over 2000 pounds of men to elimnate me from that match. But instead of building off that into what could have been a great fued with thier champion, I get put into a six man tag with two partners who could only lace up thier boots if it meant they might get to put thier dicks in a midget transvestite with an 8-ball on welfare. So what did I do? I told NFW to go screw themselves is what I did as it was obvious that the 'Dog Of War' was nothing more than a means for a multi-million dollar company to push other rejects and misfits from society to the moon, all the while telling me to forget all the wrestling I know and just slam and bash and use every power move in the book because I'm 6' 6", weigh 278 pounds, and I look like a brick wall of muscle."
"Sorry New Frontier...but fu-BEEP that! No more will I be the pawn of men who's favorite past time is rubbing thier johnson's against each other's johnsons and playing tummysticks on the weekends while their wives hit the sailor wanna-hump-hump bars."
Payne holds up the PX title for all to see.
Payne - "New ERA knows what it's got in Jason Payne, and there are no egos to bruise here. There aren't faggoty ass promoters and bookers running around wanting me to suck thier di-BEEP in order to get a push. And this title right here? This is only the beginning. This is but a stepping stone to bigger and better things, and there is nothing here to hold me back. So with that said, New ERA of Wrestling, from the upper management, to the newest signed superstar, had better understand just what exactly they are looking at. And while they are at it, they had better watch my match with Chaos again, and again, and again. Because if you think I went through hell to get this title, then let me assure you that all of you will have to go through much worse if you think you can pry this from my fingers."
Jason lowers the title from view, stepping towards the camera, his voice still calm, but his expression belying anything but calmness.
Payne - "This isn't the 'Dog of War'. This isn't 'Too Hot'. This is me. And what you see, is what you get. I make no appologies for who I am, and I will certainly make no appologies for what I am about to do. But when it's all said and done, I will sit back, smile, and laugh as I usher in, a TRUE new era into NEW..."
Payne's face had been growing ever closer to the camera as he spoke. And as he speaks his last words, all that are seen are the dark brown eyes in his face. His eyes looking like smoldering embers of a barely controlled fury.
Payne - "...and, the world."
FTB
Payne - "This..."
Payne shakes the P©X belt in his hand for emphasis.
Payne - "...has been a long time coming for me."
Payne eyes the belt for a moment before lowering his hand and turning towards the camera. Scars on his face from years of beating, and being beaten visible upon his countenance. His eyes smoldering with determination.
Payne - "I have suffered in this business for a long time. I have sat back, and I have watched the mundane, the undeserving, the politically savvy be pushed to the moon, only to be told, 'your time will come, Payne.' And I waited, and I watched, and I was patient. And in the end, it got me sh-BEEP. I've damn near broken my back, and suffered hat should have been a career ending neck injury, to sit back and watch the Micheal Manson's, Nova's, and Kin Hiroshi's of this business get chance after chance after chance. Meanwhile I sat back, and I waited. Waited for 'my time' to come. Only it didn't."
Payne shifted his weight to his other leg, his eyes never leaving the camera. The fire in his eyes seemingly growing brighter with each syllable that escapes his lips.
Payne - "I had a multi-million dollar wrestling promotion, New Frontier Wrestling, give me a contract, after Chris McMillan went to Quentin Sullivan and told him if he didn't sign me, he was going to regret it. And so I show up in NFW, and the first thing they do is put me in a fued with Chris McMillan that had hardly any televised history, only what me and Chris came up with to put on television, and what happened? Chris and I tore the house down at every house show, and pay-per view they booked us on. The only thing that sidelined me from going any further was the neck injury I suffered during Ultratitle Season 1."
"I come back from my injury, and I get told, 'sorry kid, but your spot's been replaced. But hey, we're having another Ultratitle season. That's where you're gonna make your mark.' I got no beef with that, and I sign up. And what happens? I bulldoze my way through the first five or six weeks of that season without so much as a sweat. Now the powers that be, who in case you didn't know, was Micheal Manson, got his little qualude popping pedophile panties all bunched up because he knew he was witnessing the rise of someone who was going to cut into his drug dealing, Thai hooker ring trust fund. So what happens in the last few weeks of that season, is that Manson uses his carte blanche that both Sullivan, and Craig Miles, gave to him, and he procedes to do everything he can to humiliate me in front of a world wide television audience."
The disgust on his face says it all as Payne rehashes history. The indignation in his eyes as palpable as the hate burning within his soul.
Payne - "The first thing came when I was asked to lay down...LAY DOWN...to none other than Lindsay Troy, the Queen of all that wrong in this business. I'll tell ya something, I have all the respect for her in the world as an athelete, but as a person, Lindz...baby...you couldn't hold my jock even if you could unhinge your jaw like the snake you are. The little known truth about Lindsay folks, is that she has used that diseased ridden slip-and-slide that she calls a vagina, to screw her way into every title reign she's ever had, and the only reason no one calls her out on it, is because they don't want to have to face the lawsuits that would erupt when they discovered that she has about 15 kids from every wrestling promoter from here to Timbuktu!"
"I expressed my disagreement with Manson about doing the job to Troy, as it would kill the momentum I had been building. Manson basically told me that it was his way or the unemployment line, so at this point, what's a guy to do? So I did the deed, figureatively speaking, and went about it. that wasn't enough for Manson though as the next week, he begged me to do the same for Mr. Self Made Sex Toy and Horse Fu-BEEP-er Millionaire extraordanaire, Yori Yakamo Jr. I made the concession with Manson before, and I told him I wouldn't do it again. I went out there and I beat the holy hell out of Yakamo so bad he thought he was on another planet. To punish me, I get thrown in a triple threat with Yakamo, and Jean Rabesque. When I wouldn't lay down for them, Manson paid Rabesque off to choke me out in the middle of the ring."
"Then we have the infamous goat milking incident and we saw how that turned out. I beat the hell out of Manson, Yakamo, and everyone else I could get my hands on that night. After that, I was sent packing to another division, where I beat the living hell out of Kin Hiroshi, something I've done so much they should just award me every title he has ever won. After the whole thing with the Ultratitle dies down, I sat on the sidelines awhile, waiting for 'my chance' once again. Once Manson was done as booker, I decided to make my comeback. Quentin Sullivan promised me to give me my shot. He had 'big things' in store for Jason Payne."
Payne shifts again, his weight back and forth as he grows more and more agitated.
Payne - "So I enter thier little T.V. Title battle royal, and for 15 minutes, I beat the holy hell out of everyone in there, and it took basically over 2000 pounds of men to elimnate me from that match. But instead of building off that into what could have been a great fued with thier champion, I get put into a six man tag with two partners who could only lace up thier boots if it meant they might get to put thier dicks in a midget transvestite with an 8-ball on welfare. So what did I do? I told NFW to go screw themselves is what I did as it was obvious that the 'Dog Of War' was nothing more than a means for a multi-million dollar company to push other rejects and misfits from society to the moon, all the while telling me to forget all the wrestling I know and just slam and bash and use every power move in the book because I'm 6' 6", weigh 278 pounds, and I look like a brick wall of muscle."
"Sorry New Frontier...but fu-BEEP that! No more will I be the pawn of men who's favorite past time is rubbing thier johnson's against each other's johnsons and playing tummysticks on the weekends while their wives hit the sailor wanna-hump-hump bars."
Payne holds up the PX title for all to see.
Payne - "New ERA knows what it's got in Jason Payne, and there are no egos to bruise here. There aren't faggoty ass promoters and bookers running around wanting me to suck thier di-BEEP in order to get a push. And this title right here? This is only the beginning. This is but a stepping stone to bigger and better things, and there is nothing here to hold me back. So with that said, New ERA of Wrestling, from the upper management, to the newest signed superstar, had better understand just what exactly they are looking at. And while they are at it, they had better watch my match with Chaos again, and again, and again. Because if you think I went through hell to get this title, then let me assure you that all of you will have to go through much worse if you think you can pry this from my fingers."
Jason lowers the title from view, stepping towards the camera, his voice still calm, but his expression belying anything but calmness.
Payne - "This isn't the 'Dog of War'. This isn't 'Too Hot'. This is me. And what you see, is what you get. I make no appologies for who I am, and I will certainly make no appologies for what I am about to do. But when it's all said and done, I will sit back, smile, and laugh as I usher in, a TRUE new era into NEW..."
Payne's face had been growing ever closer to the camera as he spoke. And as he speaks his last words, all that are seen are the dark brown eyes in his face. His eyes looking like smoldering embers of a barely controlled fury.
Payne - "...and, the world."
FTB
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