JWF RP #2: "Unforgiven" | "Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness" -- George Orwell

The familiar taste of blood ones again fills Payne's mouth as his opponent smacks him right in the jaw with brass knuckles. Usually an illegal move, but perfectly fine in the style of wrestling that Payne is familiar with. The ring itself is normal. But the ropes are made up of chain instead of the standard. There is a cage that directly surrounds the ring that makes it impossible to leave. Not to mention the rules of the match anyways. It's Payne's own personal independent wrestling organization. It doesn't even have a name nor are there many people involved. The fewer that know about it, the better off it is.

His current opponent is twice Payne's size - very muscular, which makes him slow. He's used to dealing damage not taking it so very hit Payne lands is even more painful than when Payne gets hit himself. Of course Payne has been fighting his entire life so he feels very little to begin with.

 The battle continues as a limited amount of spectators watch the match in awe as both men are beaten to a pulp.  In the end the smaller man manages to escape the cage first, but the victory lies in the fact that the other man quit. One of the spectators pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the cage door for both men to be helped out.

Payne's make-up is smeared and the image of a clown is barely visible. He grabs a towel a wipes the sweat and blood from his forehead as another man stuffs a cigarette in Payne's mouth and lights it. He inhales sharply and blows the smoke out from both his mouth and his nose. Two more men jump into the ring and Payne sits down to watch the fight and to discuss things with his opponent.

"You did a lot better than I thought you would do. I think I'll let you stay." Payne keeps his eye on the match rather than the man he is talking to.

"Thank you sir." His voice was slightly timid surprising for such a large man who obviously doesn't get intimidated much.

"What's your name?"

"Rob. Rob Akpan."

"Well Rob Rob, I welcome you to my dungeon. Now that you are a member you have a few rules you must follow. The first one is don't tell anyone about this place. NO ONE. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good. Now do see this woman right here?" He motions in the direction of Page. Rob looks at the woman with a half cocked smile rising from one corner of his mouth. It doesn't help any that she is sitting provocatively, edging the man on. A tactic used specifically to make Jonny's point. "WELL DON'T!"

Rob jumps and looks right to Jonny and sees him laughing hysterically. 

"Rob Rob. The rules for upstairs apply to her at all times." He pulls out a knife from his jacket pocket, "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes. Jonny sir. Crystal clear." Rob answers as he clears his throat.

"Good." He says drawing out the middle letters and begins to use the knife to clean the underneath of his fingernails. "The rest of the rules you will learn in time, now go wash up."

Rob races to the locker area so he can do exactly what Jonny has asked him to do. Page stands up and straddles herself around her man. She steals his cigarette and inhales the last drag. As she exhales she asks, "So was he really worth your last match here?"

"Probably not." Jonny replies with a disappointed look on his face. "But I can't keep fighting here and wrestling in the JWF. I have to save my strength.

"Well sure but you can take this Sativa guy can't you?"

"I may have underestimated him. After doing some research I found out that he likes the taste of blood almost as much as I do. He lives for wrestling. His lifestyle is very similar to my own. You know, I jumped the gun earlier and I don't know why. It is unlike me to assume things, but most of my opponents are pushovers."

"So you have higher hopes for this guy?"

"A very well known wrestling company went down a few years back because of a few things actually, but one of the biggest things was the fact that every man was for himself. The inmates ran the asylum and none of them wanted to see any other person succeed further then themselves.  This Sativa guy... When it comes to the love of the game and the respect he has for the hardcore genre - I know without a shadow of a doubt that we will be the highlight of the show.

"It's a shame that you are thrown around like a second rate citizen."

"Right here in this building I am the man. No one dares disobey me. Everyone here knows that when I am unhappy, everyone becomes unhappy. I was approached to join the JWF. They sent me this contract. practically begged me to join and yet where do I stand in the eyes of the management? Who has already shown more of an interest to be part of this company and yet I still get treated like I mean nothing to anyone that matters. I am tired of sitting in the back and needing to prove myself over and over again. I demand respect and I am going to get it this Monday Night at Massacre. Whether I win or my opponent wins it makes little difference. In the end I will be looked under a different light and I will be World Heavyweight Champion."

"But what about.."

"Don't get me wrong. I love the Hardcore division. But the problem lies in the fact that unless you are one of the Hardcore fans you can not be treated respectfully unless you have a major title. This isn't meant to be an attack on the Hardcore style wrestling fans. It is what it is. You know it. Sativa knows it. Even "Papa Joe" knows it. Monday will be a night no one will forget!"