JWF RP #1: "The First" | "If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental." -- Angelina Jolie

"The opening match?" Jonny Payne is rather furious to find out that even with all of his accomplishments and time spent in the world of professional wrestling, he is still treated like a second class citizen.

"I guess I am not that surprised. I have been treated like less of a man my entire life. Why would I expect any different now?"

Jonny Payne owns his own entertainment club. In fact he owns three - all in the Los Angeles area. One of which he frequents more often than others. It's not really certain why, but there are many possible scenarios.

"You deserve better, hun." Page Harley. Grown up in a completely normal surrounding. Her parents where both wealthy enough to never struggle through life, yet not so rich to devoid their children of attention. The fact that she is now the number one most asked for private dancer in the club defies of rules of normalcy and stereotypes.

"Well they saw something in me anyways. It IS for a championship.."

"And which one is that?"

"I don't know what it's called. It's their version of the hardcore division.."

"Well that's perfect for you then! Isn't it?"

"If you're asking me if I will win the match then of course the answer is yes. However, I would have chose a different title if it were my choice."

"But you are the Hardcore Icon!"

"You're right! Who am I kidding? I live for this stuff. It upsets me to think that I have forgotten that. Though, I haven't wrestled in quite a long time."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Page stops her dance and leaves after gathering her belongings.

"Now you know, I didn't mean it like that." Payne tries to get it all out but her dancing friend is gone.

Payne struggles to fasten his pants as he hastily tries to catch up to Page crashing into a table in the process. Page is gone and everyone is left staring at the owner of the club. One might see the slight embarrassment of his face if it where not for the makeup that he wears.

The scars came from a freak accident early in his career; wrestling under a different name and in a different country all together. During what should have been a classic street brawl Jonny's opponent knowing he was losing began using sheer desperation. He grabbed an elongated bit of broken glass and swung in the general direction of Jonny just as he was setting up a move thereby getting caught right in the mouth cutting both sides wide open. Payne saw blood and then saw a bunch of people dressed in white rushing him somewhere.

When he woke up again all but one of the people in white where gone. He's in the hospital. His mouth is taped shut and he had numerous tubes protruding from his body in various places. He tries to get up but is held down by straps.

"This was the best we can do for you right now sir. And the straps are for your own protection, believe me." Jonny heard these words before passing out again.

The truth was the glass didn't actually go completely through, it was just the surface. However, it had cut enough layers of skin to project a very prominent scar. The doctors explained it, but the results never made any sense. The damage seemed like it was self inflicted and they didn't think they should bother stitching up a man who would do this to themselves.

Jonny Payne, in his alternate life, in the alternate country, and an alternate name fought underground where there where no rules. There where no referees. It was not sanctioned. It was not legal. He tried to believe that no one knew about it, but everyone within a hundred miles knew. Maybe even farther. Anyone with half a brain knew it was dangerous and anyone with a degree stayed away.

Most men and women that where involved in this program where castaways. Shunned from the norm of society - destined to live in poverty and be ridiculed for their existence.  A lot of them had little choice. Jonny Payne was one of them men. As he grew old enough to know his fate he and a good friend came up with the idea. Five years later it became a phenomenon within those hundred miles. Most of the attendants where still children. Few with a family to speak of. Less with schooling. And none with money or a place to go. They sought for shelter - and found a home.

Jonny Payne knew that he would never be able to hide his scars and fighting was all he knew. He adapted the new smile into the man he now is. A prankster. A man with no obligations. A man who looks to have fun in everything he does. A joker. A man who has no regards to his or anyone else's body.

In recent times Jonny Payne had made his way back into America and after a short stint with Los Angeles state penitentiary began to wrestle as a means of an income. That was almost eight years ago. Never being the man for high stakes and flashy clothes his money went towards food and a roof over his head. His money wasn't going anywhere so he decided to invest in a few clubs. "Stolen Heart" is the primary club and it is there that Jonny Payne and Page Turner spend most of there time. They live there together above the main floor where the primary dancing happens.

"Women.." Payne looks around to see most of the men that where staring at him are now smirking and looking at the stage where Page begins her routine. He digs for his keys and unlocks a door and begins walking up the steps. As he enters his living quarters he drops the keys into a bowl beside the door and throws his jacket on the nearby chair. He rolls up his already unbuttoned sleeves and throws a fist at the punching bag near the center of the room.

The makeup to complete his clown like motif is wiped away with Jonny's sweat. He stares blankly into a mirror for a while while he inhales heavily.

"Joey Sativa.You have a problem with narcotics? You have a problem with alcohol? Please. There's no such this as a problem with these things. You lake talent so you use these things as an excuse. You feel a void in your life so you piss it all away on a fairytale that is a drunken haze. What kind of life is that? What's the real problem? Did your daddy not abuse you enough as a child? Did your Mom rape you? I don't know but you are not even worth my time. I don't really know who you are or what you have done in this industry. But, the truth is I could care less. I haven't fought in a sanctioned wrestling match in over a year but rest assure I have not been letting myself go. I train everyday. And still fight on a normal basis. You have absolutely no idea what you have gotten yourself into. See you in the ring."