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World Tag Partner Tournament: Payne v Problem Child

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All RP for the finals of the Russian Roulette World Tag Team Partner Tournament between JASON PAYNE and PROBLEM CHILD at Unplugged should be done in this folder. Any RP posted outside of the folder will not count.

* The winner of this match joins Cameron Cruise as one-half of the WFW:NE World Tag Team champions and collects the $50,000 from Caitlyn Daymon for eliminating Rockostein from the Masquerade Battle Royal.


The RP deadline is 11:59pm PST on TUESDAY, December 22nd, 2009. Angles should be sent to wfwnewrestling@gmail.com ..

There will be NO RP EXTENSIONS for this show.
 
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A chill in the air as a rush of wind passes through the leaveless trees near a cornfield somewhere in Nebraska. The cornfield is void of any corn, but the road running alongside of it is not. A lone solitary figure walks down this road. A winter coat wrapped around him, he walks with a purpose. No hesitation in his gait as he walks past the empty cornfield. A look on his face of stoic determination, JASON PAYNE walks steadily along this deserted road.

Payne - "You certainly didn't disapoint at the Masquerade Battle Royal, Problem Child. And while you may have prolonged the path to the World Championship for me, that match wasn't without it's positives. The main one being, getting a taste of what you can do. And while I have no illusions that our contest will be an easy one, having sampled you in the ring now, I know what I have to do in order to break you."

"That's right Problem Child. You see, while I am in this match to win, and to earn the right to be Cameron Cruise's tag-team partner, I won't be satisfied with just winning this match. Oh no. I went through Larry Tact, and while I won't sit here and say I outwrestled the man, the fact I was able to get a win over one of the best this industry has ever seen speaks volumes as to what I am capable of. But you're probably sitting there asking yourself, 'What does beating Larry Tact have to do with our match?' It's really quite simple. It has NOTHING to do with out match. The past may be the past and we may learn from it, but being in a singles bout with you presents an entirely new unique set of problems, child."

Another quick gust of wind picks up, and though it is cold, the wind, nor it's chill seem to faze Payne as he continues walking.

Payne - "Each man walks a road. A road where the places he's visited, can say a lot about the man. But the funny thing about the road, is that you never know what is ahead of the next curve. You never know what's waiting for you over that next hill. See the thing about us is, we know what's around the next bend. We've both seen a sample of what the other can do, and while not all the pieces to the puzzle are neccesarily visible, it's just enough to prepare one for the unexpected."

"Problem Child, I have been in this business for a long time. But long before I ever set foot in a wrestling ring, I was a student of this business. I spent years learning what makes it and what falls by the wayside. Now I've been doing this for a long time, and while your unpredictability is too much to overcome for some, it's not for me. For the sole simple reason because I myself have walked in your shoes Problem Child. I too have walked the unpredictable path. Calm one moment, terrifying the next. I understand the type of mind you posess because it is the same mind I once possessed."

Payne continues walking.

Payne - "My mind has expanded since then. And not with the help of any psychoaddictive substance. But with knowledge. Knowledge of what I must do in order to defeat someone like you. And this is also why, I will not be satisfied with simply defeating you Problem Child. I will only be satisfied when I have broken you, taken you to the limits of where you can go, and then shove you off the cliff so that you collapse from that which awaits you. Oh yes you will undoubtedly offer an unpredictable set of conundrums of which I will have to solve in a short amount of time. However, I am confident Problem Child, that when the bell rings, and the match is finally over, you will have a newfound appreciation for what I am capable of doing, as will the rest of WFW:NE."

Payne stops and turns back slightly, looking back up the road from where he came.

Payne - "I look back, and I see the wars I have waged. I see the battles I have fought. Some won, some lost. All hard fought."

Payne turns around and faces forward again.

Payne - "This one shall be no different. On December 22nd, you and I will meet, and while some will say it's about a tag-team title, or $50,000, for me, it will be so much different. It will be about how far and how much am I willing to do to you in order to get to where I want to go? One thing I assure you, it will not be fast, it will not be quick. Just as it might take me a while to reach my destination along this lonesome road, it's not about how fast you get there. It's about the journey."

Payne stops and turns towards the camera slighty.

Payne - "Hope you're ready for a long journey Problem Child."

Payne turns and continues walking. The camera shows Payne walking away as we FTB.
 

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(FADEIN: The dirty rug floor of a studio apartment, on which PROBLEM CHILD sits with his forearms on his knees staring straight ahead. He's wearing his usual cutoff jeans, black boots, and a 'Ministry' t-shirt)

PC: Well, I'm back for another go. Me, Problem Child, the "Two Girls, One Cup" of pro-wrestling versus YOU...Jason "Ding! Fries are done" Payne.

Stipulations? Winner gets $50,000 and the right to call himself...Cameron Cruise's tag partner? What the f*ck? Wait, should I be trying to LOSE this match? I don't get it. But hey, if anybody can make Cammy Cruise's life hell on wheels, it's PC. I just feel that if Payne and Cruise were to team up, their combined stupidity and general retardation would open up a black hole somewhere in the universe. So you see, taking this match lightly would be irresponsible of me.

With that said, I'm taking this match lightly. Sure, I wanna win, but if I lose who really gives a f*ck? Oh wow, you mean I don't have to tag with the Pauley Shore of wrestling? Jeez, poor me. And as for the money, I'll just straight duff Caitlin Daymon in the face and gank the 50 G's. Hey, if they really wanted the money safe, they woulda hired Dan Ryan to hold it. So yeah, I'm set.

As for my health and well being, I guess I'm uh...ya know, shakin' in my boots and sh*t since Jason (talks in robotic voice) "WON'T-BE-HAPPY-WITH-WIN-ONLY!" So you wanna squash me, is that it?

(Robotic voice) "NO! THIS-WILL-NOT-BE-OVER-QUICK! THIS-SHALL-BE-LONG-JOURNEY!"

Alright, so it's gotta be a long squash then? I'm not really sure what you're aiming for here, Payne. Do you honestly think you're just gonna beat on me like a kid in a wheelchair until I cry Uncle? Think back to the battle royal, Jason. The extent of my experience with you basically was: "Phew, that was hard work eliminating 90% of the field. Oh look, Jason Payne!" BOOM! A.D.D!

Really, I'm at a loss trying to figure out what you learned from that, other than "PC can kick my ass." Yeah, you're a student of the game, you beat Larry Tact, blah blah blah. Look, hate to kill your inflated self-image, but being around for a long time does not automatically make you a student of the game. You're more like that super senior in high school who keeps flunking all his classes; then one day he realizes he's 23 and surrounded by teenagers, and the best he'll ever do is work the counter at Speedy-Mart.

Except...you're the super senior who still thinks he's COOL AS SH*T, giving rides to jail bait teenage girls in his camaro, buying them wine coolers and sh*t. Well Jason, from one super senior to another, I'm telling you right now for your own good: it's over, give up, YOU'RE DONE! If the best you ever did was beat Larry Tact, then you probably overachieved. Tact's the guy who cuts classes all year, shows up for the final, and PASSES. But it's cool, cause he bombs out his first semester in college. F*ck that guy.

You love talking about your long ass career, huh? Started out in the early 2000's, learned a few things along the way? Well look here motherf*cker, I started in '97, seen some sh*t myself, so lemme tell you what my crystal ball of valuable experience tells me.

It tells me...you're gonna walk out to the ring like the muscled up douchebag you are, while whatever generic Godsmack/Metallica/Saliva/Whoever sings that "Click Click BOOM!" crap, theme song you chose plays over the loudspeakers. Then I'm gonna enter to my cool ass sh*t, the bell will ring, and I'm gonna throw a knee to your nuts. Then...it's A.D.D., which for you is sorta like compounding the problem anyway.

Caitlin's gonna hand me the money, I'm gonna donkey punch that ho, and Cammy's gonna swallow his pride and tag with me. And that'll be that.

This doesn't have to be complicated, Jason, and believe me...it won't be. Ding fries are done. I'm the sh*t.

(FADEOUT)
 
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At an autograph signing, Payne relaxes for a moment in a chair, laying his head back. The hectic schedule of doing promotional appearances, video vignettes, interviews and such having caught up to Payne for a moment as he drifts into sleep. Everything goes dark, when suddenly, Payne finds himself standing on a bluff, surrounded by valleys of fire. Just below him, what seems to be millions upon millions of.....creatures would be the best term. Bodies everywhere, charred, burned, broken, crawling and grasping at each other. More fire appears throughout until all that can be seen are valleys of fire, and a limitless amount of ghastly bodies, all climbing and clawing over one another. The sky filled with dark clouds, with low thunder barely echoing across the vastness over the sound of the roaring fire, and the moaning bodies. From nowhere, a voice calls.

"JASON PAYNE!"

It was impossible to turn towards the sound of the voice, as it seemed to come from everywhere, but as Payne turned around, across a sea of burning, foul smelling bodies stood a stone pulpit that was not there a few seconds before. Upon the pulpit stood a black demon with silver veined wings. Eyes of crimson fire stared at Payne intently. Payne turned fully towards the demon, eying him curiously. The demon lifted a massive arm and pointed a crooked finger at Payne.

Demon - "I have watched you for a long time Jason Payne. And while I confess myself pleased at some of the things you have done, I now find myself filled with an almost undigestable contempt towards you, and how you carry yourself. Your utter failures as a professional wrestler resonate even here within the deepest bowels of hell. You stand now with a chance in your hands to ascertain a championship, something you've held, if only but briefly. I ask of you, what say you in regards to your utter failure?"

Payne studied the demon as he spoke, neither reacting, or showing any emotion whatsoever. The only thing discernable from his face was a slow sneer that was born on his lip and grew the longer the demon talked. At his question, Payne's sneer turned into more a smirk as he answered in a booming voice to match the demon's.

Payne - "Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass what you..."

Payne gestures to the sea of writhing bodies.

Payne - "...or your faggot fire orgy, think about my wrestling career, and what may or may not have happened. You aren't the one going in every night and sacrificing your body for something you eat, live, and breathe. You are not the one that has to endure, the things I've had to endure. Thieves, backstabbing, deceitful men. All things you admire oh so very much. I've walked the path with your kind, and it has gotten me nowhere! And so now, I forge my own path, shape my own destiny, as I shall in Omaha when I face Problem Child, and become Cameron Cruise's tag-team partner."

A low thunder rumbles throughout this place, and slowly builds into uproarious laughter from the demon. Holding it's stomach, it's laughter shaking the ground.

Demon - "You imbecile! You think you stand a chance of defeating Problem Child, and becoming one half of the tag-team champions? You couldn't even hold on to your P©X title past one match. You think you have a shot at being Cruise's tag partner? You couldn't even deal with him at the Masquerade Battle Royal."

Payne chuckles himself as he looks on.

Payne - "Try me, cupcake."

The demon snarls, and raises his hands skyward. The bodies in the pit below that had been crawling, moaning all over each other suddenly spring to life, and leap up onto the cliff with Payne. Payne begins attacking his assailants, but they continue to pour over continously. Like a flood of charred humanity Payne soon finds himself engulfed and overwhelmed. On his pulpit, the demon is heard cackling with evil laughter. After a few moments, like a human ocean, the bodies recede from the bluff and Payne is nowhere to be seen. Slowly, the bodies return to thier former state, moaning and clawing thier way atop one another in the pit below the pulpit.

The demon laughs one last laugh, and slowly turns from the pit. When he does, a low rumble is heard behind him. Stopping, he turns slightly towards the source. It's coming from the pit. It builds and builds until suddenly, with a mighty roar, bodies are strewn every direction. In the middle of it all is Jason Payne, wading through the bodies and onto the pulpit. Covered in cuts, bruises and a mixture of blood and Lord only knows what else was in that pit, Payne crawls onto the pulpit. The demon turns and meets him halfway, thrusting a clawed hand towards Payne's neck. Payne grabs the demon's wrist, and slowly twists the demon's arm, driving it to it's knees in pain.

Payne - "I have a message I want you to deliver. It's to your boss. You tell him, I don't plan on ruling Hell in such filth, so when I come here again, make sure he cleans this **** up!"

As Payne finishes his sentence, he yanks the demon's arm, and flips it past him, into the pit. When the demon lands on the bodies, they spring to life and just as they did with Payne before, they swarm it and overwhelm it. After a few moments, there is no evidence of where the demon stood. Payne stands there for a minute surveying his surroundings. Suddenly, another voice cries out.

"Payne!"

Jason turns towards the source, but finds nothing. Seeing nothing he looks everywhere. He hears the voice again.

"Payne! Mr. Payne!"

His world slowly begins caving in on him. The voices of the bodies in the pits below begin to fade, the roar of the fire begins to silence. The light of the flame begins to fade and eventually go out.

Back at the autograph signing, Payne slowly comes to. Looking around, he finds a representative of WFW:NE calling his name. Getting up slowly he dusts himself off and straightens out his clothes. The rep is going over details of the schedule for the day as Payne kind of pays attention.

Rep - "Mr. Payne are you ok?"

Payne looks at the guy.

Payne - "Yeah. For some reason I had this weird dream where I was in Hell...or it could have been the orgy where Problem Child was conceived for all I know."

FTB
 

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(CUTTO: PROBLEM CHILD freezing his ass off in the aftermath of a blizzard)

PC: Goddamn it's cold out here! Cold all over the east coast. What happened: did Jason Payne's career sweep through the region? OHHHH! Thank you, I'm here all night.

So its come to this: PC or Payne. Big muscled up douchebag, or white trash made to fit. What's it gonna be, Cameron? 'Cause I'll tell you what...everything he can do, I can do RIGHT. Take for example his ass backwards promos where he dreams of demons. DUDE. Are you for serious? I EAT ICE CREAM AND HALLUCINATE MIKE RANDALLS AS MY SPIRIT GUIDE! Sorry...I WIN!

Want some advice, Max Payne? Getcha little pen out, and a piece of paper too. Write "Dear Santa..." and ask him for a f*cking personality for Christmas, and a few extra IQ points to boot. No, IQ doesn't stand for INTENZE QUESTAGE!

In this business, Jason, and especially in battle royals where I'm one of the participants, being big and stupid doesn't guarantee you success. I don't care how many powerbombs you can do...you're still not gonna beat me. I'll f*cking electrocute your nipples if I have to, and not in the sensual kinda way that Larry Tact does to you, with the long sparrow feather and the cotton clamps...I'm talkin' about fighting dirty, you big gay pig you.

You're like the white version of a silverback gorilla. Go back to the f*cking mist with Sougourney Weaver where you came from.

If anyone's gonna ruin Cammy Cruise's life and tag title run, it's gonna be ME!

By the way, you can't read and are retarded. I'm the sh*t, thanks.

(FADEOUT)
 

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