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P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

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P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

All RP for the JASON PAYNE / CHAOS (c) match at New ERA BANNED in the US should be posted in this thread.

*This match is for the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme Championship. Chaos chooses stipulations to be revealed whenever he so pleases.

RP and angles are due Sunday, August 12th at 11:59pm PST. All angles should be sent to secandido@san.rr.com ... enjoy!
 

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Aftermath

( Sam Baxter is seen running through the but bacsktage area of WrestleStock. He travels through the maze of cables and people were a wooden door with a large sign reading "HARDCORE" can be seen Sam Baxter knocka on the door and several voices yell "Come In" Sam Baxter opens the door and inside the first family of wrestling stands around a large bucket of ice starring at a large monitor. The camera pans to see the masked faces of Hellion, Psycho, the eye patched face of Violence jack, the tatooed body of Jarod Poe, hulking figures of Wolf & Rumble and underneath the brim of his stetson Brody Hansen stares back. Sam Baxter stops for a moment a the men all caught in mid drink quickly look and stare at him.)

Brody Hanen: Well boy...what the hell do you want, can't you see we're busy drinking.

Sam Baxter: Well Chaos just busted into the qualifier match for his title, I wanted to get his reason as too why.

(Chaos steps forward the pack of wrestlers all open fresh beers and smile sarcasticly)

Chaos: So you want to know why I did what I just did.

Sam Baxter: Yes...

Chaos: Well it's real simple...I was bored. Hell we were all bored....sitting back here and then these two jerk-offs get in the ring looking to get a shot for MY title and what did they put on the line? What wa at risk for them Sam?

Sam Baxter: noth....

Chaos: NOTHING!!!....that's right not a damn thing. Here I am since 2005 putting my body on the line and spilling my blood all over the planet. Then these two guy aren't going to risk so much a a hang nail to get a hot ay MY title. NO way pal....not in this world.

(He pauses and sneer at the camera)

Chaos: Not for MY title. See Jason Payne...you've got a match with me know. Sure you've had your blood spilled, but I'm no Peter File. I'm not going to sit back be quite and show up letting you push me on the chest with a fingertip and taking a three count just before I collect a check. No way pal that's not me. Why?

(he grabs his crotch)

Chaos: Because I got balls...

(He slaps his chest)

Chaos: I got heart and most of all....

(He drapes the title over his shoulder)

Chaos: I got this belt in my possesion and nobody is going to take it away from me.

Sam Baxter: But at Banned un the USA you'll be staring accross the ring at Jason Payne.

(Chaos pauses and a wide smirk crosses his face)

Chaos: You mean like tonight. When I got done putting Jaon Paynes body through hell what did he wind up doing. Staring nose to chest witht he champion. Well Jason it's going to be different when we actually square-off. Only at the end of the night you won't be taring at my chest like you were tonight. You'll be on your back after a three count wondering just like all the others, what just happened to me.

(He looks down to see his beer is no longer cold)

Chaos: See that Sam Baxter....now that is a tradgedy. A good cold beer gone to waste,

(He pours it out on the floor)

Chaos: see that Sam Baxter. At Banned in the USA....I'm going to spill Jason Paynes blood the exact same way...except there will be one mall difference...do you know what that is Sam?

Sam Baxter: No...

Chaos: simple... I won't feel bad about that.

(the group of men start to laugh out loud)

Chaos: Get ready Payne...I'm going to give you a whole new definition on that word real soon

(He let's loose a loud laugh, open a fresh beer and walk off)

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Re: P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

SFX: A heart beating slowly, rythically.

The screen is black as the sound of a heart beat is head in the background. With each beat, there is a blurry flash of various in ring action. A bloodied opponent getting a chair shot to the face. A helpless opponent getting backdropped onto a pile of thumbtacks. A slow motion shot of someone wrapping a chain around thier fist. As these images flash up on the screen, a deep voice over is heard.

V.O.: "In the ring, you have to fight to survive. Man against man, the struggle never ends until someone can not continue. This is his world. In this world, some call themselves 'tough'. Others call themself 'hardcore'. He calls himself..."

As the voice over was narrating, the heart beat grows steadily faster until there is silence. Then the long beep of a flatline is heard as the screen flashes to back.

V.O.: "Too Hot..."

The words flash up on the screen in a fiery blue font.

V.O.: "...for New ERA!"
The New ERA logo splashes across the screen in engulfed in blue flames. It centers on screen for just a moment before an explosive fireball engulfs the logo. Inside the flames, the silhouette of a man is seen. It is motionless for a second before slowly stepping through the flame and into the center of the picture. That man is none other than JASON PAYNE, clad in a black motorcycle jacket, wearing black sunglasses over his eyes. His brown hair comes down over his shoulders, a smirk on his face accented by a goatee that he has been growing for obviously a long time now. Folding his massive arms over his chest, Payne looks directly into your home.

Payne: "Chaos. You want to come out and have a little fun during my match with Peter File, and claim that I don't know what 'being hardcore' is huh? Son do you even know who you're talking to? Do you even know who you are dealing with? Do you think I give a rat's ass about some ****ing thumbtacks? I've been doing this for a long time Chaos. And much like marraige, when you do it for this long, you have to change it up in order to get a hard on anymore. Maybe ten years ago I would get worked up over some thumbtacks, like a high school kid that's about to get his first taste of some sticky finger."

"Chaos. The last time we met in the ring, I was barely myself. I was wearing dresses, and couldn't hardly function. You had better pray that is the Payne that shows up because it's the only chance in hell you got of being able to walk out with your title. You come out and you talk all tough when you're surrounded by your crew there. But you know something? There isn't a damned thing they can do to help you."

Payne shifts on his feet, while stroking his goatee slowly.

Payne - "Chaos, you're bigger than me. But that don't mean jack squat as far as I'm concerned. You talk about how I'll be nose to chest with you, and that's all well and good. But face facts chump, no matter what stipulations you choose, whatever obstacle you think you're placing in front of me, you're going to find yourself on your back, staring up at the lights courtesy of the Payne Killer."

"You think you're a big man? You think you're going to walk all over Jason Payne? Chaos, bring your A-game. Understand that short of killing me with your bare hands, you stand no chance. So you bring all the heart you got, and I'll rip it clean out of your chest. Bring your big balls to the ring, so I can kick them up into your throat. And bring that precious little championship of yours, because after "Banned", I'm taking it home with me. Face it. You've lost this match before it even started."

Payne smiles as flames slowly rise up and engulf him. The screen filling with flames before fading to BLACK.
 

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Vegas Style

(The camera opens on an empty stage inside the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Heavy footsteps can be heard as a tall figue walks across the empty stage, The sounds grows closer and closer, and steadily louder. As he walks into frame a massive New Era banner falls from the rafters and the tall figure of Chaos walks into view. Hanging over his shoulder is the P©X title. He adds a confident smile as he unfolds a steel chair and casually sits down.)

Chaos: Flash...some people have it and others...they want it. I...but I really have no need of it. See Jason Payne...I come from a whole city of flash. Rich men, expensive suits and cheap women. I see it literally a thousand times a day. Yet what the outsiders don't know is we love flash. we take it and use it against them. we take they're money, we feed they're ego, we show them a good time, but never...not once do they come out ahead. Why?

(He rubs his thumb and fore-finger together)

Chaos: Because flash is fleeting, it's power that really lasts and Jason I got power...you...you got flash.

(He smiles widely at the camera)

Chaos: See you come in here, with the ominous voice-over, the flashy graphics, and least of all the hollow threats. yet the real topper...the thing that really put you over the top. You've got a dumb catchphrase...what is it?...oh, yeah ...TOO HOT!!!! Too hot for New Era.

(He shakes his head)

Chaos: That's flash Jason...and it doesn't even get my attention,much less impress me. What you need to impress me is STYLE Jason...Vegas Style. Now if you had done something like this...

(He snaps his fingers and and a spot light shines down. Suddenly a chorus line of cross-dressing dancers come out. the music plays and the singing starts)

V/O: I'm Jason Payne

(They're high-pitched famine voices kick-in)

Jason Payne Dancers: He's Jason Payne...He's too hot...TOO HOT for New Era....He's flaming hot...

(Chaos claps loudly holding back laughter)

Jason Payne Dancers: Too hot for New Era

V/O I'm Jason Payne

(The dancers exit stage left)

Chaos: See Jason...see how foolish all that flash is? But now Jason....now I have given you style. Yet still I wonder is that all you have? Even you yourself admit that the last time we meet...well things didn't exactly go your way...to be honest you got beat. Now I'm sure your not the same man you were then...Hell I hope your not, because that won't even make it worth my time to show up. You'll just be the same bleeding loser like you were the other night. I hope your a different man...I beg and plead your a different man, because I don't want to make things easy on me....much less you.

(He shrugs his shoulders and adjusts the P©X title)

Chaos: See Jason this is pay-Per-View...this is Banned in the USA....this is the big time and when ever I get a chance at the spotlight....well I like to crank it up a notch or two. See unlike you Jason...I don't need anything and I never had in order to get a hard on. it's a problem I've never had, but if your feeling a little limp, I want you to rest assure that when the bell rings and you see what I've got in mind for you...well your going to be stiff not from excitement, but sheer terror. why, because this is my element. Take a look...take good look.

(He holds up the P©X title)

Chaos: You called this belt precious Jason, and it is...to me and too New Era. But do you know why? Do you know why this belt has any meaning to it at all? Because I made it that way. I was the first person to hold this belt...and It's been in my possesion ever since. It's my body that's been put through hell, It's my will that I've pushed to the breaking point and even more it's MY blood that's been spilled in the name of...

(He stands and holds the P©X title up)

Chaos: THIS BELT!!! That's why it's precious, that's why it has any meaning at all. Kill you in order too keep it. Hell Jason I've practically killed myself defending this belt. What the hell are you talking about, Wake up man. And even if you should by some stroke of luck beat me for this title. Well Jason you got a long ways to go, before you even put a dent in the legacy I've made for this belt. See Jason...you just can't say I've lost a belt before the match is even taken place, but I can say with confidence that you win NOTHING even if you pin me for it. And that's not flash like you Jason Payne...it's just your damn sad truth.

(He pats the title and sits back down)

Chaos: Yet don't be heart broken Jason, because I'm going to take your silly flash

(he snaps his fingers and the dancers return)

Jason Payne Dancers: Too hot...TOO HOT FOR NEW ERA!!!!

(Chaos leans back with a smug look on his face)

Chaos: You wanna be hot Jason....you wanna be TOO HOT for New Era...

Jason Payne Dancers: Flaming HOT!!!!

Chaos: Well Jason...I think that can be arranged...except I'm not going to do it with flash...

Jason Payne Dancers: What are you going to do it with Chaos???

(He Smiles)

Chaos: I'm going to do it with Style....Vegas Style.

(He gets up and slowly walks off stage as the dancers start singing again)

Jason Payne Dancers: Flaming hot...TOO HOT FOR NEW ERA!!!!!!!!!

V/O: I'm Jason Payne

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Location: Havana Cuba: 6:30 PM
Place: Jose Marti International Airport

(There's a cool breeze in the air as the tall figure of Chaos enters the airport having just flown in on his private jet. He ducks under the door frame and slowly walks up toi the customs desk. The looks up high in the air as Chaos towers over him and rubs the thick black mustache on his face before speaking)

Man: Passport...passport Sir.

(Chaos digs into his packets and throws the passport on the small desk. The man continues to stroke his mustache as he looks from the picture then at Chaos. He looks back and forth for a few minutes before smiling)

Man: Welcome to Cuba, Senior Chaos. I spoke with out mutual friend earlier today

Chaos: Good and is there a package waiting for me.

Man: Yes Sir...there is.

(The man reaches under the desk in pulls out a small box wrapped in plain brown paper)

Man: Here is your package, and Welcome to Cuba, but I have one question for you Senior Chaos....do you have anything to declare?

(Chaos pauses for a moment and says)

Chaos: Why yes I do...

(He steps back and snaps his fingers)

V/O: I'm Jason Payne

(Suddenly the Jason Payne Dancers come funneling through the door. The chorus line from before now numbers well over a dozen and the cross-dressers now support large four foot head gear that makes it look like their heads are on fire)

Jason Payne Dancers: He's hot...TO HOT FOR NEW ERA!!!! He's Flaming hot.

V/O: I'm Jason Payne

(Chaos smiles wide as the dancers start to gather around the customs desk and he turns to the camera)

Chaos: Jason...I sure hope you can enjoy yourself now, because it won't be long before we're in the ring together. I'm going all out for this match Jason...all out. Forgot the flash...at Banned in the USA...I'm bringing STYLE to Cuba.

Jason Payne Dancers: He's Flaming Hot!!!

Chaos: Vegas Style Jason....and if you think this is over the top, just wait to we get in the ring. You wanted to be too hot for New Era

Jason Payne Dancers: FLAMING HOT!!!!!!!!

(Chaos laughs out loud)

Chaos: I'm going to see to that personally. Now if you'll excuse me....It's going to take awhile to get all of these people through customs:

Jason Payne Dancers: Flaming hot...too hot for New Era....

V/O I'm Jason Payne

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Re: P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

The screen is black, and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the wind howling past the camera mournfully. As the camera slowly fades in, we see a half broken, flashing yellow light in the middle of an abandoned intersection. The wind blows the light about it's fragile harness, it seemingly about to be blown off at any moment. The camera pulls back from the light, and then moves slowly up and over it, showing an abandoned road leading off into the distance. The road is worn, cracked, and weather-beaten. The yellow line in the center of the road is barely visible in the setting sun, as a large figure clad in a black leather trench coat walks slowly towards the camera. Barely audible over the wind, is the sound of a heel grinding into the broken asphalt. The camera sweeps over the light, and then descends down upon the lonesome figure, before flying by him at a blur and heading towards the sun. The sun fills the screen as the background fades to white. Accompanying this is a high pitched whine. There is a burst of audio static as the camera shot changes to one of the middle of the intersection. The sound of boot heels grinding into the pavement grows steadily louder over the wind. Suddenly, that sound crescendos and stop abruptly, as two feet settle into the center of the intersection. The camera slowly pans up, revealing the man in the leather trench coat. He is wearing faded black jeans with a brown leather belt. Panning up over his stomach and chest, he is wearing a black shirt with black buttons, with the top few buttons opened, exposing part of a grim reaper tattoo on the left side of his chest, over his heart. The camera continues upward until the screen is filled with the sunglass wearing visage of JASON PAYNE. Payne silently looks to the left, and then slowly to the right. He then turns his head slowly to look straight ahead, but it appears he is not looking into the camera, but to whatever lies beyond.

Payne - "I am Jason Payne. Chaos, you have made this fact known to everyone within earshot. And while you have been partying, and living the high life in Vegas, and now in Cuba, I have been here. I have been in Payneville, preparing for our battle over the P©X Championship. You have gone to great lengths to show everyone that you are indeed prepared for this match. If this match is to be a Vegas show, then I suggest the odds are in your favor. What with your dancers, clever songs, and amazing voice over technology, I'm sure that what you have planned is the things that Academy Awards are made of. You have left me no doubts that your style is going to be your greatest offensive weapon against me."

Payne inhales sharply, curling his lip upward in slight disgust as his head tilts to the left in disappointment.

Payne - "I assume that this is where I quiver in fear of all that is great and stylish about you Chaos. I mean to have to face someone with your style, it's quite fearsome. I'm pretty sure that once I overcome your collection of 80's hair band LP's, your polyester pants from the disco era, and your sad devotion to hentai anime porn. I am sure there is no way on earth I could ever hope to overcome your intense version of the Hustle, your collection of unheard of 'B' movies that you have on Betamax, or your impressive collection of 8-tracks. Someone who has the sense of style that you do, surrounding yourself with all manner of beautiful Rockette Rejects who jumped at the chance to be seen on a wrestling promo so that they could get away from having their vagina's violated by midget porno actors while laying on their backs tying one arm off while shooting up heroin watching 'Sex and the City' reruns so they can imagine they are Kim Cattrall. Yep. That my friend is a most definite sense of style."

"You see Chaos, you can come out here and try and make a mockery of me. And while you might have some success in that, in the long run, it's not going to give you what you want. You use words like 'flash' and 'style' to try and define us. But the truth is, you don't have a ****ing clue as to what you're dealing with, so you're dancing around the issue. No pun intended. Chaos, you are big, strong, powerful. You have a keen intellect, and a knack for knowing when to strike. Here is the problem: so do I. You got a few inches and a few pounds on me, but if you think for one minute that matters, it doesn't. If you think your profound sense of style means something, and that it really effects me, again...it doesn't. If you think trying to contain what and who I am in one word such as 'Flash', then you have a more narrow mind than you are willing to admit."

Payne looks down to the pavement for a moment, and then looks back up. Reaching up slowly, he removes his sunglasses, revealing his green eyes beneath. He looks into the camera with a hard look. The lines on his face clear, the scars from a hundred battles etched across his forehead.

Payne - "Much like where I stand right now Chaos, both you and I are at a crossroad in our respective careers. The question is, where do we go from here? You come out here and talk about how I'm just 'flash', and have no chance against your 'style'. The only thing that's flashing here, other than this broken traffic light, is your championship reign. It's flashing before your very eyes because you know in your conscience that it's about to come to an end. And once it happens, and you pass this crossroad, you will find yourself sliding further and further into oblivion. While mine continues to rise. This is inevitable Chaos, and no amount of style you possess is going to keep the P©X Championship around your waist."

"Your actions in the ring, the history we share in that ring, these are the things that impress me Chaos. Your suits, your dancers, your ridiculous over the top choreography, that's not style. It's simply you trying to cover up the fact that you know that the man who is revolutionizing this business has you in his sights, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. How you must feel, to be helpless, watching a runaway freight train careening towards you, and you can't get out of the way. Facing down the inevitable. Perhaps if you're lucky, one of your dancers will save you from your fate. But I'm sure they'll be otherwise occupied when the moment of truth comes...all over their faces."

Payne still looks past the camera, to the horizon. He squints slightly, as if he sees something in the distance. He watches in silence for a moment, the wind rustling in the background, whipping his long hair around in a frenzy. His face then loses all expression as his eyes shift to the camera.

Payne - "Chaos, your musings do not amuse me. Everytime you open your mouth, your desperation, and your unpreparedness bare themselves like a stripper who claims she's doing it just pay her tuition. Continue to whore yourself with words Chaos. When the bell sounds, you will see the power, and the weight that action carry over mere words."

Payne slowly walks out of the shot. The camera turns to follow him as he walks off into the distance. As he walks further away, the camera slowly starts to levitate upwards, showing the long straight road that Payne has ahead of him. The shot pulls back slowly to widen, as the blink yellow light comes into the shot on the right, as Payne continues walking down the worn down road on the left. The wind continues to blow, causing the light to shake slowly from side to side. It flashes in a slow and steady rhythm, as if it has barely enough power to run. As Payne continues to walk towards the horizon, the yellow light suddenly stops blinking, and when that happens, the screen cuts to black.
 

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Champion is Paradise

(There's a hot breeze blowing off the ocean outside Hotel Nacional de Cuba. Off in the distance the rumble of the ocean can be heard and the camera takes in a picture perfect view of paradise. Sun just about getting ready to set, sea gulls crying in the distance, sounds of tourist in the streets below, and an ever preseant humidty of opression. Loud footsteps can be heard in the back ground as the camera pans to see Chaos heading in it's direction. He dressed for the weather, long white pants, a loud red shirt spotted with parrot heads, dark sunglasses over his eyes and in his left hand a large tropical drink. He walks to the edge of the roof and looks down on the picture perfect view. He deeply inhales the fresh air and turns around with a smile on his face. He waves his finger in a come hither motion and the camera moves in closer)

Chaos: Well Jason...it's good to hear from you again. It's nice to see your latest promo has finally gotten out of editing and can be shown to the world for the cinematic masterpiece it is. My only wish is that this island had a good IMAX theater so we could really get the full effect you were going for, and I truly believe you must look just TERRIFYING in Hi-Def.

(His smile fades and he slowly reaches up and removes his glasses. He takes time to fold them and carefully place them in his top pocket. He runs his fingers through his long black hair and stares ahead as the smile fades from his face)

Chaos: However Jason...much like any movie...you can spend allot of time on the visual effects, but what usually makes it all goto sh*t is the dialog and that is were your problem lies Jason. And since your facing me in just a couple of days...your running into a big problem. Because to your credit...you are talking tough, but what you don't realize is that's all it is too me...talk. Yet I'll give you your due Jason...I've spent time digesting your words. Thinking them over, chewing on every weak morsale, and trying not to make myself puke. I've got to believe I'm not the only person who feels that way, but let me get to the point.

(He takes the last sip from his drink and tosses it aside. He back up and sits atop the railing of the hotel roof, it's ocean view spread behind him and he points his finger at the camera)

Chaos: See Jason your talking, but your not thinking. Sure you've seen me have a good time here, and I have. But your assuming I'm not taking you serious. Rest assured Jason I am. I take every man that steps into the ring serious. But this is also wrestling, this is a show and I'm just working with what I'm giving to work with. Your the guy who had the flashy graphics, your the guy who told me he was wearing dresses and...let me ask you this Jason...are you not the man who said he was TOO HOT for New Era? That is you isn't it Jason? That's the man I saw on camera and that's the man I made fun of. Now I say be a man...own yourself and take the joke Jason. After all you wrote it yourself. All I did was share the joy with the world., but if you want me to get serious Jason...then we can get serious.

(He reaches off camera and retrieves the P©X title. The bright sun shines off it's gold he after he drapes it over his shoulder patting it confidently and a slight smile returns to his face)

Chaos: Jason...you've told me that the end is coming. That's it's just a matter of time. That no matter what I do my title reign is coming to an end. I'm at a HUGE disadvantage when it comes to this match and I really don't stand a chance. I'm standing on the tracks staring at the train lights as you put it. Is that not correct?

(He pauses for a minute and scratches his head)

Chaos: Well tell me Jason....if that is true...tell me what your great advantage is? What are the stipulations of this Match? Do you know even know the slightest bit of what you're getting into? What great understanding do you have that I don't? Because I can tell you this Jason...I know what I'm getting into. I know how brutal the match is going to be. I know the risk not just to my body, but my very career Both will be on the line along with my title when that bell rings and that does give me a sense of fear. Here's the thing that you don't realize....it's got nothing to do you with you being my opponent. It's got to do with the nature of the match. See the P©X is a spectacle Jason...a spectacle of blood and violence. I've held this belt for over two years and defended it in manners that you have no idea or concept off. You don't know what it feels like the next day after rolling around in glass, You don't know the pain of second degree burns. You don't know the scaring on not just your body but your very soul that barbed-wire has. Sure you might have done it for one match, maybe two, but I've been doing it night after night for two years. Yet according to you I'm at a huge disadvantage...a crossroads as you put it.

(He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. He rubs his goatee for a moment then shakes his head)

Chaos: See I was in a crossroads two years ago Jason. I had a title that meant nothing. A title that was brand new and nobody really paid any attention too. Well they do now. The mere fact that you would fight a man just to get a shot at this belt shows it has meaning. Every wrestling company in the world has a Heavyweight Champion Jason, but New Era is unique...why, because there is only one P©X title in the world and I've made that happen. You say your revolutionizing this sport Jason....tell me how? Name me one thing that separates you from any other challenger I've faced before? What are you doing in New Era that's pushing any sort of limits? or breaking new bounds?. Have you had Laroque sitting down with lawyers before each show wondering how he's going to sanction this match? What makes you so special?

(He stands up towering over the camera and places the title around his waist)

Chaos: See this belt....this one you SAY your going to take from me. Well Jason...your not alone. You don't think I'm ready, but I am. You don't think I'm training...well I am. You think all I'm having is a good time....well you would to if you knew for a second the sheer hell that was heading your way. You say it's my actions in the ring and the history we share that impresses you? Well let me impress this upon you Jason...tell everyone what happened the last time we meet in the ring? Because I haven't sat here and dwelled on it. You might be a different man then last time we meet, but all I see now is a guy in a leather jacket, standing on a run down road, in a piss-poor town, heading for the one highlight match in his, up to now meaningless career. You want me to stop making jokes about you Jason...well stop being an easy punchline. A guy with allot of talk, but NOTHING to back it up with. That's you Jason Payne. No voice over needed.

(He runs his fingers over the outline of HIS title belt)

Chaos: As for this belt Jason...this belt is MINE!!! You say actions are the only thing that matters. Fine Jason...then you tell me....which of the two of us has been spilling his blood and battering his body making this belt mean something for the last two years? I don't want to brag, but it sure as hell isn't you..is it? Your telling me I should be afraid...I should worry, but I ask in return a simple question....WHY???? Why Jason...why should I fear you? Fear you more then anyone else? What makes you more special...it's your turn Jason...don't tell me with words...were are your actions? Make me afraid Jason.

(He lifts his hand up and points at the camera)

Chaos: Go ahead, tell me, but this time leave your second unit director at home Jason. Try standing before a camera with a New Era banner in the background and making me feel something...ANYTHING!!!! Because until you can do that and do it like a champion....your still the punch line in my joke. Hell Jason you've made all the deductions and proclamations about me, but your not even observant enough to notice that the dancers I hired were men. So pardon me for over looking any of your other clever assumptions. Now if you'll excuse me Jason...I got a little bit of paradise to enjoy before I get up and continue to prepare for our match. Meanwhile why don't you try and answer some of the questions I've asked. You can do it out loud or just sit down and try to tell yourself. Either way....your success will depend on what you come up with. Me I've answered them all....and the only thing I still need to answer is...

(He angrily points his finger at the camera again)

Chaos: Who will I beat next after you and by the way...that's not being arrogant Jason...that's the advantage of being Champion....and if you don't like....then do something about it besides talk. Remember Jason...you didn't come after me.

(He retrieves his sunglass, wipes them clean on his shirt, slowly covers his eyes and smiles)

Chaos: I went after you Jason.

(He snaps his fingers and a slender native woman brings him another large drink. He picks it up, smiles and walks away)

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Re: P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

((funny...i saw it and got the mail....but oh well...expect a response after work today. After 330pm east))
 

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Re: P©X Championship: Chaos Chooses Stips - Payne v Chaos (c)

DISCLAIMER: What is written below is a wrestling promo. Do not take anything that is said as being my actual thoughts and opinions. And yes, I know. I'm one sick ****. Kthnxbai.

Fade in on JASON PAYNE standing in front of a black banner. There is no NEW logo. There is no Payneville. There is nothing except Payne, wearing faded and slightly ripped up jeans, a black wrestling singlet, and a leather motorcycle jacket over that. He is looking at the floor, his wet hair still dripping. His shoulders move up and down slowly in deep patient breaths. Still looking at the floor, he begins to speak in a loud whisper.

Payne - "So Chaos...you wish me to make a statement. To make you...feel...something. You wish for my words to make an impact on you, while you're sitting back, having a few drinks, and basically enjoying your time before our match. Up until now, I thought I had made my intentions clear. I thought that I had been well spoken in the fact that I didn't care for your sense of style. For your nonchalant bravado, and for your weakly disguised insecurity wrapped up in colorful boasting of how nothing I do impresses or phases you."

Payne looks up from the floor, and into the camera. His eyes giving a hard, intense look as his face turns red with anger. Seemingly about to boil over, he walks towards the camera and speaks again, this time much more loudly.

Payne - "What you fail to realize you insignificant little **** is that I don't give a **** about what phases you, or what doesn't phase you. You come out here and talk about how I have no idea about what being hardcore is all about, as if these scars all over my body just suddenly appeared overnight just to enhance my image? You ignorant little boil on the ass of humanity, you don't have a ****ing clue as to what you have to deal with this week. You sit back and bask in the glory of being a champion and ask yourself, and me why you should consider me a threat to you? I'll give you the short answer so you understand what I'm saying you half witted inbred prick who could even **** up a wet dream."

"Because I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain from this match dip****. Is this what I have to resort to? Spelling it out for you in simple words so it will register in that small brain of yours? You know, I always thought you look retarded, but I never imagined that you might actually BE retarded. And what's worse, is that you're an insult to retards the world over. Hell that ****ing waterhead from Life Goes On could pick up what I am saying quicker than you. You think I know nothing of hardcore. You think I know nothing of pain. Mother ****er you had better wake up, and wake up quick, and do some hard digging into my past before you ever reveal your stupidity like that again. In fact, you could do the whole world a favor and quite simply hold your breath the next time you think about talking about something you think you know something about, but in reality know jack ****."

Payne shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it to the floor. His arms, and chest, are covered in various scars. His left arm has a six inch long scar running down the front of his forearm. Payne begins pointing at his scars as he continues speaking.

Payne - "Mexico City. Tokyo Japan. Atlanta Georgia. Boston Massachusetts. Omaha Nebraska. Los Angeles California. Edmonton Alberta. You think you're the only person that has put their body through hell and back for this business? I don't know what it feels like the day after rolling around through glass? Glass? You think I'm worried about some ****ing glass? I'm more worried about catching an STD from your mother after I've rammed my cock down her throat so far that blood comes out of her nose and gets all over my dick. I don't give a **** about glass. You think the thumbtacks you poured all over the ring when I was wrestling Peter File scare me in any way? **** thumbtacks. I'll eat a handful of thumbtacks and then I'll kiss your old lady while running my tongue down her throat and watch her choke to death on the little metal bastards."

"Glass, thumbtacks, light bulbs, barb wire, chairs, bats, sink, cars, explosives, fire, electric current, I don't give a **** what you got in mind. You think I'm scared of any of these things?! Chaos, I ****ing LIVE for this ****. The more I bleed, the more I like it. The more insane I'm willing to get. You’re god damned right your career is on the line in this match you big **** eating ape because believe me when I tell you that there is no limit to what I am capable of doing. I'll throw my own mother under a bus if it means getting what I want. I don't care. I have no morals. I have no code of ethics. I tried to have one, but you see where that got me? Nowhere."

"This isn't about being 'Too Hot for NEW'. This isn't about being the 'Dog of War'. All of that, is bull****. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're dealing with Jason Payne, the most psychotic, ruthless, and uncaring person to ever set foot in a wrestling ring. Try and spin this however you want cocksucker, but it isn't going to matter. You come out and you talk all this ****. Son get ready to back it up because if you think for one second that I'm intimidated by you, or whatever stipulation you might make, you're in for a surprise my friend. More of a surprise then your 10th birthday when your mother told you that you were adopted from a family of gay pride supporters who dabbled in midget child pornography while playing at Neverland Ranch."

"Keep patting yourself on the back from being P©X Champ for two years. But ask yourself this, and before you answer, try and give some thought to your response. Have you ever faced someone over this title who was even HALF as determined as I am right now? Have you ever set foot in a ring with someone who doesn't care about your safety? I mean, cause wrestling is all fake and **** right? Guess what assclown. If you think for one second, I intend on putting any of your bull**** moves over, you got another thing coming. This is a fight. Pure and simple. When I'm through with you, you're going to be on your knees begging me to stop, just like your sister when she was gangraped by that group of syphilis ridden Mexicans because she wouldn't suck her boyfriend's cock on the 27th date, even though she let him play a little bit of stinky finger in the backseat while she was on her period."

The camera closes in on Payne's face.

Payne - "I'm sure the censors in New ERA will be up in arms over everything I've said. To that I say, **** you! I am no longer a tool of this second rate promotion. I do what I want, when I want. Fine me. Suspend me. It won't matter. You think that's going to stop me? I don't think so. This is what you all wanted. This is what you all craved for from me. So thank yourselves, pat yourselves on the back, and get ready for the ride of your life because if you think I'm going to stop once I have the P©X title, then again, you grossly underestimate me. Chaos, I'm going to take you through the ninth circle of hell. Give your soul to the Lord chump. Your body, and when it's over, your title, are going to be mine. All.....mine."

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(Backstage at Banned in the USA, it's a stir of activity that will soon lead up to PPV time. Towering above the rest of the people, the tall figure of Chaos spreads the sea of humanity as he walks through. The camera follows him through a passage of hallways until we comes upon a door with a sign reading "OFFICE" He quickly opens the door and the mockingly knocks at the startled face of Marcus Laroque looks back at him:

Chaos: Hey Boss...you wanted to see me?

Marcus Laroque: Yes...about tonight's match...you still haven't told me the stipulations for it.

(Chaos pauses for a moment and then reaches into his pocket and throws a folded piece of paper on Laroque's desk. He unfolds it and takes his time reading. When does he pauses for a moment and shakes his head)

Marcus Laroque: Serious?

Chaos: Yeah...he wanted to be TOO HOT for New Era. Well...he will be.

(Marcus Laroque shakes his head)

Marcus Laroque: Well at least I don't have a state athletic commision to deal with of this one.

Chaos: Ah, that's the beauty of Cuba. VIVA LA DICTATORSHIP!!!!

(Laroque again shakes his head)

Marcus Laroque: With my luck you'll get yourself arrested before this match even takes place.

(Chaos gives him a wink and flashes a smile)

Chaos: Don't worry boss, I got that covered. Want me to shut the door on my way out?

Marcus Laroque: If you would.

(Chaos shuts the door and as he turns around a big black microphone in the hands of Sam Baxter is shoved in his face. Chaos pulls his head back and swats it away)

Chaos: Watch what your doing...Jesus I just had an MWG flashback. .

Sam Baxter: Chaos it nearly showtime and all of New Era is waiting. The war of words between you and Jason Payne have really heated up. What did you think of his heated words towards you?

(Chaos pauses for a minute and then looks at the camera. He claps his hands in mock applause and shakes his head)

Chaos: Congrats Jason. You've done it. Your a hero. All over backyards of America there's hundreds of fourteen your old kids cheering on your every word thinking....that's my hero. That's who I want to be when I grow up...he really told the champ off. That's Jason Payne...he's really too hot for anything. Reality is Jason it proves I'm getting under your skin. I pushed you...I asked you questions. I wanted answers and what did I get in retrurn? I got the rantings of a fool. A foul mouthed fool who thinks alot of swear words will make him sound alot tougher then he really his.

(He takes a step back from the camera and again shows off his casual tropical clothing. Again witht he white pants, but green shirt with pineapples)

Chaos: Look at me in return. Look at me Sam...do I not looked relaxed?

Sam Baxter: Yeah you do.

Chaos: Well there's a reason for that Sam. It's because I'm ready...I'm confident...I'm looking forward to this. This sheer hell I'm walking into. It's a road I've travled for two years and it's one I'll continue on. I've built a legacy for this title, I've made it mean something and I'm not going to let some high-school level tough guy walk away with one of the biggest prizees in New Era. Not now...not ever. It didn't happen the last time we meet Jason...and it won't happen this time. They say it funny how history repeats itself, but it must be a real ***** if your the gy living it as well.

(Chaos tries to leave, but Sam Baxter pressess the questions)

Sam Baxter: But Jason Payne says he has nothing to lose...he's willing to risk it all to take your title. Aren't you worried about this man?

Chaos: No...why, because I've seen the man. I've beaten him before and I wanted this match Sam. I'm the guy that went down to the ring and got in his face. I thought he was a punk when we fought before and from his last promo he hasn't changed. I've already spilled his blood and beaten his body and the match hasn't even started yet. This is the man I wanted to defend my title against and that's who I got.

Sam Baxter: Yet Jason Payne says you've never defended your title against anyone like him

(Chaos stops for a moment and holds back a laugh. He takes a second to conform himself)

Chaos: Jason...I've defended this belt against all comers. Hell I even beat the great MWG for this title. Is he hardcore enough for you? I mean he should be...he beat your sorry ass in a hardcore match too. Guess you weren't on your path off destruction that night either. Look Sam...I tried to reason with the man that didn't work...I tried to make him laugh...that didn't work. Hell I even tried talking to him like a man...that REALLY didn't work. I guess the only choice I have is to go in the ring tonight and see if I can make a man out of him.

Sam Baxter: And besides defeding your title, will that give you satisfaction?

(Again Chaos pauses, the rubs his goatee for a few seconds and then looks up)

Chaos: No...what would really satisfy me is if Jason Payne had something to lose. Maybe if he had somethign at risk he'd have a better understanding of what being a champion is.

Sam Baxter: But Jason Payne holds no titles

Chaos: No he does not, but he does have somethign to lose Sam.

(Chaos grabs the mic and looks coldly into the camera)

Chaos:Jason you got a spot in the Dupree Cup your representing this league. A league that I helped put in the spotlight when New Era won. Well you got your first round match Jason. Good Luck with that, but tonight...WHEN I BET YOU!!! I want you to step aside and let the man who beat you take over. New Era doesn't need a man who gets beaten bloody in his own backyard to let them down. They needs a man who will step up and fight. I'm willing to do that and I'm also willing to take what little you have to offer. That's what a real champion does and that's how he gets ahead. I keep what I have and I TAKE all you have to offer.

(He smiles wide and points to the camera)

Chaos: I want your spot for the Dupree Cup. New Era needs a champion...a REAL champion to represent it. When I look in your eyes and I hear your childish words. Well Jason...I just don;t see it and when I beat you in the ring tonight. Well the WHOLE world will too. Jason your not TOO HOT for New Era. Your not ready at all.

(He steps closer and his smile fades)

Chaos: and if I got to add a few more scars to your body, then I'm well ready to do so. You got any more questions Sam?

Sam Baxter: Just what are the Stipulations for tonight's match

(Chaos pats him on the shoulder)

Chaos: In due time Sam...in due time.

(Chaos turns his back and we walks away laughing)

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