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Post by genesis on Jan 20, 2010 2:29:47 GMT -6
I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE !!!
A disgruntled Brandon Payne says. Yelling & Screaming at the top of his lungs in an undisclosed area. As he starts banging & throwing stuff around. Papers, Books, Glass Cups, etc.
'He' told me that everything would better. 'He' told me that I was going to be reborn and I would mend my already corrupted career path. That 'The Society' was the answer to all my problems. That everything would be just fine after that. That I had found a home.
Payne says, as he stomps around the room. Slamming his right fist into the wall.
In my eyes, Damien. 'He' will pay for his load of bullshit. To think I would even believe him & his lies. That fucking bastard !
Payne walks over and sits down in the nearest corner of the room. The walls around him are dull, empty and carry very little life. How ironic huh ? To think that this room and his current state of mind share something in common.
Payne begins to weep a little bit. This was a rarity. As he is one to never show signs of weakness, much less cry. He must either really be desperate or on the edge of completely losing it.
I've lost everything, bro. EVERYTHING !
My family.
My friends (what few that I have left anyway)
My career is sinking to a whole new low.
I've got bills to pay and a child to support. Yet I can barely manage to do that anymore.
The wife, well make that ex-wife now... wants very little to nothing to do with me anymore. And who could blame her ? Would she want to associate herself with the likes of me ? A guy whose let his career go so far to his head that I cut everyone off around me BUT me !?
Fact is, Damien my friend. I fucked up, big time.
I mean, I've made my fair share of mistakes before. But THIS !? This is big.
What am I going to do, bro ?
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Post by Damien Ortiz on Jan 20, 2010 2:38:00 GMT -6
Damien, who was leaning up against the wall on the other end of the room. After taking in what Payne had to see. Followed up with a reply to try & help out his friend:
Well, I can't really say that I understand what your going through. When fact is, I really don't. Sounds like all the stress of this business is starting to get to you.
Have you ever considered taking a break ? Ya know... like normal people do. No offense but I often believe you take this profession way to seriously. Your almost obsessed with this.
While your certainly pretty good at what you do. Maybe the wrestling business is having a negative affect on you.
Before Ortiz could continue you. Payne cuts him off.
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Post by genesis on Jan 20, 2010 4:18:51 GMT -6
'Taking a Break' ?? Are you serious ?
Nah... no can do, amigo. I tried that shit several times and taking breaks just isn't my thing. That is what makes me different from everyone else. See, everyone treats this as some sort of hobby and maybe for them it is. I respect that, but thing is big man. I've never been all that great at anything else but this.
I'm a disaster in relationships. I've tried other jobs in the past and nothing worked out. Wrestling is the one thing that saved my life many years ago. In a way, if it wasn't for this sport ? I would be dead right now.
You know what makes this situation really fucked up. I mean.... REALLY... really fucked up ? Is that I have the gaul of sitting back and watching everyone here in this fucking organization feasts on the pleasures of life. I get the indigestion.
They live there dreams, while I soak into my new reality. They run around all joyful & happy. Without one fucking care in the world. Why ? Because they've got it all. All the money, the fame, the glory, and titles. Stuff that I used to have up until this very point in time.
While I sit here... in a cold, damp & dirty basement. Waiting for my next 'orders' from our leader in this fucked up 'Society'.
Ya know... I'm about this close to telling our boss to go fuck himself. Some help he has been to us so far. I've gone 0-7. He sits back and observes while I suffer the consequences.
I am sick & tired of his little odd jobs... his little games & tests.
*FLASHBACK* Date: October 22nd, 2009 Setting: Atlanta, GA
After a very stressful day. Payne had left the offices of Atlanta, GA. Having given his notice to this particular organization and was set to make his debut in CWE. Despite some disagreements in booking & creative direction. His brother wished him the best of luck.
He jumps into his vehicle and speeds away. Arriving to a local Days Inn Hotel several blocks down the road. After checking in, and receiving his room key. All Payne wanted to do was head up to his room and catch up on some much needed sleep.
Days prior to this. He had taken part in a press conference for CWE. Vowing to put his heart & soul into the organization to make the company a fun & successful. Things seem to be hitting off quite well between he & his new boss, Shane Andrews. Plus he had met Lauren 'Kennedy' DaVino as well. An old flame of his that he was happy to see & here from as well.
Anyways. As Payne reaches his room up on the 2nd floor. He inserts the key into the lock & slowly opens the door. He goes to flip the light switch on. But the lights don't seem to be working.
Hmm, this is rather odd.
He flips it several times, but to no avail. Perhaps a bad bulb or something he thought. He sits his bag down next to the door & opens it up. He had brought a flashlight with him just in case of emergencies. As Payne was the type of person to always be prepared for the worst & would rather be safe then sorry.
He turns on the flashlight and enters the room. Shining the light over by the bed. He walks over to the lamp next to it. He leans down to flip it on.
Ahhhh, finally some light.
After saying this... the door to his room slammed shut. Startling Payne, as he looked over to see what could have caused this.
*heavy breathing, followed by a sigh of relief*
(laughs) probably just the wind.
He thought, then he remembered leaving his bag outside. Why he left it out there instead of carrying it in with him ? Who knows. Perhaps he had alot on his mind on this day and such a simple task of carrying in one's own luggage was the furtherest thing from his mind.
Payne opens the door to see a tall, dark shadowy figure standing there before him. Before he had any time to react. The person standing at the doorway knocks Payne out cold in one vicious blow with some sort of object. Then slamming the door behind him.
What happened next began the 'transformation' of the man behind the 'Genesis' moniker.
*FLASHBACK CONTINUED* Date: Several Days Later Location: ??
It had been a few weeks since Payne was last seen or heard from. He wakes up in what appears to be an old abandoned workshop. Bound & Gagged & strapped down to a chair. He slowly begins to clear the cob webs and looks around at his surroundings. Wondering where the hell he is at.
The room was rather big and filled with loads of hideous instruments of death & destruction. At first glance, one could assume that some type of madman ran this shop.
Nevertheless, a man walks into the room in a dark black robe. Slowly walking up towards Payne, as Payne struggles to loosen the straps confining his arms & legs to the chair. In a desperate struggle to get out of this hell hole.
The man takes the gag out of Payne's mouth. Payne immediately starts rambling on incoherently. Apparently still out of it and feeling a big loopy.
Where the... what the fuck !? Where am I !? Who the fuck are you !?
'Him': Must you speak to me with such filth. I despise those who use curse words to get there points across. Tell me, Payne. Does that really help you get your point across ? Does it make you feel like some sort of tough guy ?
I don't care what you think of me, pal. And just for the record ? Your lucky that I can't move my arms & legs. Or else I'd rip your fucking head off. You see, I have a very low tolerance for the weak.
'Him': Just like I have zero tolerance towards pricks like yourself ? Those who can't appreciate & cherish the luxurious of life & fame ?
Who the hell are you ?
'Him': Question is, just who are you ?
What do you mean who am I ?
'Him': You heard me... just who do you think you are.
*Scoffs*... are you trying to fuck with me ?
'Him': I'm only asking a simple question as to what your identity is. Are you Brandon Payne or Genesis ?
(laughs). Ahhhhh, I see. I get it now. Your one of my crazy & obsessed fans. Look pal, if you want. Just lemme go and might be nice enough to give you an autograph. Sound cool to you ?
'Him': Only a fan of yours through reputation. See, I could care less about your profession, Mr. Payne. That is your name right ? Or is it Genesis ? Since you seem to live your in-ring life on the outside as well. Putting on a front and pretending to be somebody that your truly not ?
Man, I'm sick & tired of playing these little mind games. Tell me who you are right now ?
'Him': Who am I ? Well... that is for me to know and for you to never find out. But since I seem to have peaked your interest. Allow me to explain why I have chosen you to represent my way of life.
'Way of life' ? What are you, some type of terrorist or something ?
'Him': Do you see me wearing a turban and barking in strange tongues ? I don't think so. I take people, like yourself. I pull them out of there daily lives and bring them into my world. Not just anybody, but those who need help.
'Need help' ? No offense bro, but look around you ? I think YOU are the one in serious need of therapy. Many... MANY... fucking years of therapy.
'Him': Ignore these surroundings. Just like the character you portray in your profession. This room and its inhabitants are nothing but an illusion. Only thing that is here is you and I.
Fine...
Payne's has had it up to here at this point. He decides to go on ahead & 'play along' with his little game.
Alright, so why was I 'chosen' ?
'Him': Why not ? Look at you. Your a complete train wreck.
A TRAIN WRECK !!!
'Him': Did I stutter ? I don't believe I did. When I speak. I make my thoughts quick and to the point.
Well, allow me to make my point very fucking clear to you. I'm not a train wreck. As a matter of fact. I've been in the wrestling business for about five years and have a very impressive resume. I've got a wife and 5 year old son. And...
'Him': Don't you mean you did have a wife ? Its my understanding that you and Sabrina divorced many months ago. Seems as though she, like all the others couldn't stand your erratic behavior.
How do you know about Sabrina ?
'Him': I know everything there is to know about you... everything. I've kept you under a watchful eye for many years now. I've seen you during your career at the top of the world, and saw you crashing down to oblivion.
You see, over the years. You have become consumed by your obsession. You've taken your 'genesis' moniker and used the persona as an excuse to deal with tough situations. As a cheap way to find an easy way out of things. Despite the consequences that were dealt. As long as you got your way. To hell with the others right ?
Damn straight... so what's your point ?
'Him': My point is, this destructive lifestyle has led you down a path of no return. You've been fired from five other promotions. Expelled from your life at home. Choosing to live your life as a 'tough guy', who has to let his macho ego take over everything. Never one to let the other person get the best of him. Always pushing and pushing until you were better then the others. This changed you from being 'Brandon Payne', the person to 'Genesis'. A wrestling moniker that has slowly corrupted your world outside of it.
Call it a struggle for power in your own mind, body, & soul ? Or... is it really an excuse to find a shortcut from the troubles of everyday life ?
Why do you care about my life ? What do you gain out of this. Why am I even here to begin with ? Fact is, bro. People never change. besides, with a reputation like mine. I am too far gone to be helped by no one. Especially by some nut job like you.
'Him': Seems like your the real head case. Living a lie day after day, night after night. For what ? To please himself and one's own ego ? Or to try & impress his peers ?
Impressing others ? Fact is, I could care less what the people think of me. Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one. If you live through the people. What kind of person that makes me ? Certainly one who isn't happy. I marched to the beat of my own drummer for the last five years and I'm not changing. People will just have to learn to like me, or they want. Nothing less, nothing more.
The man in the robe walks over and grabs a small hand-held mirror. Holding it up to Payne's face:
'Him': Tell me, what do you see ?
(laughs) What is this... one of your stupid tests ?
'Him': Don't be difficult, just answer the question please.
Alright, Alright. I see myself in the mirror.
'Him': No... you are wrong. Look closer... look beyond your physical appearance and look deep into your heart. Down to the core of your very soul. I want you to see what I see.
*Pfft* fine ! Then what do you see ?
'Him': Why don't you tell me ? Then again, for someone who doesn't know who he is anymore. I would imagine that it would be tough to figure out such a simple test.
What is that supposed to mean ?
'Him': People who have direction and know there goals in life. Those who have there priorities straight and walk the straight & narrow path in there chosen professions. Those people can immediately tell me who they are and what they stand for.
The reason you can't do this is because your confused. the life you have chosen has led you astray. Taking what appears to be your 'new reality' in the squared circle too seriously. When to the normal human being. This would be considered nothing more then a hobby.
Tonight... we begin taking our walk through my world. A world that has no boundaries. No regrets. No remorse. You will be taking your first steps in recovery.
Recovery !?
Alright... this had gotten Payne's attention. Granted he didn't know who this man was, or what his intentions are. But given the set of circumstances and his bad past. What does he have left to lose ? Needless to say, maybe he should give this man a chance. What if he could change him for the good ?
You've got my attention, sir. I'll cooperate with you if you cooperate with me.
'Him': I don't negotiate. Then again, I expect this sort of rebuttal from you. The type who can't walk through life without negotiating himself into a typical: "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" deal.
No, No. I don't play those games. The games I play are simple to follow. You listen to my instructions. You breathe the same air that I breathe. You believe in what I believe. You become a part of my 'Society'.
... "Society" ?
'Him': A place where lost souls are taken in to be cleansed and reborn. Call it my way of saving people without the need of holy water or praising a god.
My way of life. Where one, whom can't play by the rules of the 'Society' suffer the consequences.
The consequences I can assure you are very... very painful. For once you walk down this path. There is no turning back. No apologies accepted or get out of jail free cards. You begin to walk down the path of no return. The very path that you yourself walk down currently.
As of this moment in time. You are no longer 'Genesis'. You are Brandon Payne. You will heed my instructions carefully and to the last letter of every sentence. When an order is given. You are expected to follow them. With no ifs and/or buts about it.
If you can play by my rules. Then the test will be cleared and your mission will be a successful one. You fail ? then we all fail ?
So, shall you commence ?
Granted, Payne didn't exactly trust this guy. But he did make a few good points and as much as he hated to admit. He pointed out some very convincing flaws about his lifestyle. Could he really save him and help him change his ways ?
Though hesitant at first, Payne replied:
Yes... what are my orders, sir.
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Post by genesis on Jan 20, 2010 19:23:17 GMT -6
(OOC: Edited/Tweaked Above Post)
*Present Time*
I really don't know who to trust anymore, Damien. What I found out through this journey is that you have no friends in this industry. No real friends. No one. Nothing !
Fact is, once you make one tinny tiny little mistake ? Your FUCKED for life. No one gives you a second chance. Instead your criticized by your peers and people look down on you because you made one little error in judgment many years ago.
Way I see it, Damien. Fuck all of them. I don't need anybody. I made my own success on my own and I will continue to do this my way. I tried to give them a chance. I tried having another relationship with another woman. I tried getting new friends. You know where all that got me ? huh !?
Exactly... BACK TO FUCKING SQUARE ONE !!!
Payne gets up and picks up a chair nearby. And starts beating the shit out of the wall. Hitting the wall about 10 times before the chair literately broke.
Payne then threw down what was left of the chair. Fell to his knee's. Overcome with a rush of different emotions. His 0 to 100 rage has led him to be destructive to everyone around him, including his own well being.
he started to sob a little bit. Running his hands & fingers through his hair. He cried:
What the hell happened ? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME !!!
Payne slams his fists on the ground in an uncontrollable fitful rage:
Someone wake me up from this nightmare !!!
I don't want this anymore.... you win.... YOU FUCKING WIN !!!
I... I... don't' want to play anymore. Please god.. if your hearing me. Please... PLEASE ! I beg you, put me out of my fucking misery.
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Post by Damien Ortiz on Jan 20, 2010 19:50:22 GMT -6
Damien begins freaking out a bit as he tries to calm Payne down:
Dude... settle down. Its not the end of the world. So you've hit a few bumps in the road. Everyone does it. Listen, I'm sure the boss understands completely. I think you two need to sit down and talk this out. Cause obviously if you don't. I'm honestly afraid of whats going to happen to you next in your current mental state.
Damien walks over to Payne. Gently, extending his hand out to him:
Come on, lemme help you. please ?
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Post by genesis on Jan 20, 2010 19:57:44 GMT -6
Payne looks up at Damien and replies:
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME !!!
Payne smacks Ortiz's hand away.
Did you hear what I said ? Get the FUCK out of here. Leave me be. I said I didn't need your help or anyone's else.
... Consider our friendship terminated. Get out of my sight before you make me do something that I will regret.
At this moment. Payne begins remembering something that his 'boss' in the Society told him long ago.
'Him': Remember Payne...
*He hands Payne a Desert Eagle model handgun*
'Him': If you ever become desperate and feel that you have no other place to go. Just remember the following:
'One Bullet Will End It All'.
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Post by Damien Ortiz on Jan 20, 2010 20:05:59 GMT -6
Fine man, whatever. Its not like you could do anything to me anyway. I may not have the 'superstar status' as you do. But I can still kick your ass. No offense, but I could railroad your ass from one side of this room to the other.
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Post by genesis on Jan 20, 2010 20:08:32 GMT -6
Payne gets up off the floor and walks over to his bag. Pulling out a pistol and points it right at Ortiz's face. This was beginning to turn ugly real fast.
Don't... push me, motherfucker ! I will not hesitate to splatter your brains all over the place. By the time I'm through with you. There will be more blood on these walls then paint.
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Post by 'The Antichrist' John Costas on Jan 20, 2010 20:34:21 GMT -6
The door opens, and the man. Only being referred to as 'him' or 'boss' walks in. In the same dark crimson red/black robe. He lifts up the hood of his robe. Revealing solid white air with a face that only pure evil could love. This man goes by the name of John Costas. But wants his pupils to refer to him as 'The Anarchist'.
He yells out to Payne. Whose attention is not turned towards the leader of the 'Society', and his boss.
STOP !
Put the gun down... Payne. Remember, one bullet will end it all. Don't waste it on what could be the only friend you have left in this world. I implore you to take a walk and cool down.
Costas walks towards Payne. Slowly, yet methodically. Knowing and yet anticipating Payne's current state of mind. He knows that his pupil. The man whom he wanted to be his successor has lost his mind. Payne was as unpredicitable as a rattlesnake at this point.
Costas, now standing next to Ortiz. Calmly, yet slowly puts his right hand out. Motioning for Ortiz to step aside.
Payne lets Ortiz go and quickly points the gun at Costas instead.
Tell me, Payne. What will you achieve by shooting me ? Killing me, or Damien over there will only fuel your rage, your hatred. It won't stop the madness coursing through the veins.
Please... calm down. Put the gun down and lets get back to basics.
Where you have failed inside the ring. You have done so much outside of it. Your mission can still be a successful one. Only if you allow yourself and I to still be a part of it.
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Post by genesis on Jan 21, 2010 15:46:19 GMT -6
Payne slowly begins to lower the gun, nice & easy. Still fuming with rage. He says:
Consider yourself lucky, Anarchist. If you was Shane Andrews or anybody else. Your brains would be all over the wall.
I'm tired of playing games. When do we take over CWE ? Above anything else in this world. Above titles and feuds. I want to take this organization straight to hell. Everyone and everybody within' it will pay.
I have no friends or acquaintances. No remorse or no regrets. Just the sight of everyone here at CWE makes me sick to my stomach. These 'rasslers' are just corporate stooges who are very good at acting and playing nice. Especially to there boss.
Me, I march to the beat of my own drummer and do things as I feel like doing them. Sometimes I can be spontaneous, other times. Everything is well thought out and planned.
Costas, I'm not afraid of anyone or anybody here. That goes double for you and Damien.
I'll help you guys out. But you have to promise to give me some fucking slack and help me out for a change.
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Post by 'The Antichrist' John Costas on Jan 21, 2010 23:35:07 GMT -6
Sounds fair... but there is just one problem with your proposal, Payne...
Quickly, John pulls out a stun gun and zaps Payne with it. And continues zapping him with it for a solid 10-15 seconds.
I'm the one calling the shots, Payne. Not you, or anyone else. Once that has sunk into your heard. Then will move on to bigger and better things.
Are we clear ?
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Post by genesis on Jan 21, 2010 23:39:08 GMT -6
Payne rolls around on the ground in agony as he replies:
Yeah... crystal clear.
Fine... lets move on. Whatever our differences is, we can put them aside for now. But I want to speak my mind. And it starts tonight. I think its time we pay CWE a little visit. I haven't actually been to a show in over a month's time.
Fact is, whether those nitwits want to admit it or not. I am the best this company has. No matter what my win-loss record, or whom I am friends with or not.
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Post by 'The Antichrist' John Costas on Jan 21, 2010 23:48:10 GMT -6
That's my boy.
Pick yourself up off the ground , Payne. Its time to play a few games with CWE. I really want to see what these guys have to offer here. I want to see if they are even worth my time saving, or watching them self-destruct in there own obsessions.
With that, the trio leaves the room. Looking to make a splash at the next CWE event. Which will make the official public appearance of the leader within' 'The Society'. Payne surely will have a LOT to say. Alot of things he needs to get off his chest. Question is, will anyone in CWE stand up & fight for there little 'rasslin' federation ? Or will they sit back and lot there boss do all the work ?
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