Post by genesis on Apr 6, 2010 20:11:11 GMT -6
It tis Pay-Per-View time for CWE. Tonight, LIVE here at 'Supremacy'. The long awaited CWE World Heavyweight Championship featuring former two time World Heavyweight Champ Brandon Payne. As he squares off against current World Champion Minion.
Minion began, what is considered to be a 'Cinderella' run as champion. At least in Payne's eyes. But that was to be expected of Payne. He's never respected anyone here in CWE ever since he converted into his new lifestyle as a member of John Costas' 'Society'. He became a more aggressive, and very different man. Sure, he may have always been a hot head. But he did at least have a heart and cared for the people in the business.
But now, that part of him is now dead completely. All that's left is a bitter, angry soul. Ready to devour and take out anything & everyone whom interferes in his path.
Payne was already at ringside. Microphone in hand. Dressed in gothic style street clothing from head to toe. Letting the blackness of his clothing become symbolic to the darkness of his very heart & soul.
Payne... after several tense minutes of teasing the crowd. Raised the microphone to his lips and began to speak:
I promised our young fellow hell worshiper Minion that I would bring my 'A' game tonight. And indeed... I will bring you just that my dear pitiful little twisted soul.
You must thing your some type of quote unquote 'bad ass' with all that pyrotechnic bullshit. Your little 'flames' that shoot from the ring, the stage entrance, etc.
WOW... just wow ! I mean, for a second there. Whenever I see guys like you and that idiot Osiris pull off that shit. I thought it was 1998 all over again with Undertaker vs Kane.
So what's next on your agenda ? Pulling a rabbit out of your asshole ? Perhaps popping into the arena from thin air with a little light show afterwords ? Oh, I know. Maybe you'd like to come out here and eat my heart in front of the world !?
Silly... silly little bastard you are. Just know one thing. You may have the World Championship right now in your clutches. But to ever compare yourself to me is laughable. I've screwed Kincade & Osiris out of the title. And now ? I have the chance to shatter your pathetic dream.
Yes... I know about how all the little people of the world wanted to see a guy like you become there savior. There new World Heavyweight Champion. Because then you would be a man who represented the very people who were told they could 'never do it'.
Problem is with that. While you've had that one moment of triumph in this very ring. Your dream is about to go up in flames. No pun intended of course. For months. I've pleaded and begged for a #1 Contender's match. And for many, many weeks. Between Maxwell Dupree & Shane Andrews. They did nothing but play games with myself, and 'The Society'. Throwing everything they could dish out at us to try and make us go away.
Why ? Because they KNOW that me, Briggz, Christian Pryce & John Costas are a threat to this company. We are very, very close to realizing our dream. The dream of taking over, and conquering this organization.
Just imagine. Me, as the 'Society's' World Heavyweight Champion. With Briggz as US Champion. Briggz & Pryce as future Tag Team Champions. And who knows ? Maybe we'll have to recruit some lovely diva's to our group. I think it would pretty cool to have a XXX Champion or a Diva's Champion to represent our cause. And I see that my former pal Shia Storm has arrived.
Big pop from the crowd.
Maybe I'll have to give him a fast call. As TV Champion. He would be a wonderful addition to our 'Society'.
But enough about the future. Lets focus on the present. The present, is here & now. And I gotta say... it looks pretty damn good. Me, sending Mr. doom & gloom. aka Lucifer, aka Satan back straight to hell where he came from tonight ?
Destroying every scattered fragile little minded weakling out here in attendance. Who I am sure would love to see you defeat me. Hell, I"m sure ALL of CWE would love to see me fail tonight. Because of one reason.
You're simply jealous of me. Face it... you are. But that's okay. Really ! It is. I've been a man whose been a subject of 'controversy' for many years. I can't help it that I'm better then you. How is it my fault that when god created 'Genesis'. That I would turn out to be such a wrestling god ?
As the late, great Gorilla Monsoon once said about Hulk Hogan: "They broke the mold when they created this man". The difference between me, and 'The Hulkster' is. When god created the mold. I didn't just 'break it'. I fucking shattered it !
Then from there. For the last several years. I started a path of doing what I want, when I want and how I wanted to do it. Along the way, you pathetic morons weakened me. You, and all the wrestlers backstage tried to change me into one of you. And for the last year and half. I started to change, and become a bit more softer and kinder with my methods.
Who would've thought. That I even began to settle down and form a family of my own. Then, when the money came and went from the Atlanta. My wife chose to walk away from me, and took away my own flesh & blood. Then, all the friends I once knew. Slowly, started to turn their backs on me. One by one. They started caring only for themselves.
It was in that instance. That I seeked the help of John Costas. And well boys & girls. The rest is history.
The moral to the story, Minion ? Don't develop any kind of feelings towards your friends, family and acquaintances. Look at them as your targets rather then as a shoulder to cry on when the chips are down. Because in the end. You will be the only one getting screwed over.
My mission in the Society is to change that. Form a real family of people who fight towards one common goal, and fight for each other. Rather then against each other. We have no ego's. We are all one ego.
So Minion. Once you see the error of your ways. Once, I take you down and stomp you into the ground. Sending you straight to hell faster then you can say the number's '6.6.6'. I want you to do a little reflecting. Look back on this night, and tell me this:
Did I do the right thing ? Was I wrong to my title and those around me for granted ? Should I, have done things on my own. The way I wanted to do them. Rather then have others think for me ?
When you come to realize the correct answer to this, and find that 'the Society' is your only answer. Then perhaps when all is said & done. Maybe me, and the rest of the Society won't have to kill you after our match. Maybe we will decide to help nurse you back to health & make you one of our subordinates.
I guess the bottom line. It's all come down to this very moment. So 'champ' ? Bring your ass down here right now. I don't have all night, ya know.
And oh, by the way. Try not to pull off any light tricks, and Criss Angel style bullshit m'kay. This is reality, not a fantasy world pal. Do you see me breathing fire out of my mouth ? Do you see the fans out here with horns stick out of their heads. Bowing their heads to the devil themselves while rocking out to Ozzy Osbourne ? I don't think so.
And with that, Payne lowers the mic and waits patiently.
Minion began, what is considered to be a 'Cinderella' run as champion. At least in Payne's eyes. But that was to be expected of Payne. He's never respected anyone here in CWE ever since he converted into his new lifestyle as a member of John Costas' 'Society'. He became a more aggressive, and very different man. Sure, he may have always been a hot head. But he did at least have a heart and cared for the people in the business.
But now, that part of him is now dead completely. All that's left is a bitter, angry soul. Ready to devour and take out anything & everyone whom interferes in his path.
Payne was already at ringside. Microphone in hand. Dressed in gothic style street clothing from head to toe. Letting the blackness of his clothing become symbolic to the darkness of his very heart & soul.
Payne... after several tense minutes of teasing the crowd. Raised the microphone to his lips and began to speak:
I promised our young fellow hell worshiper Minion that I would bring my 'A' game tonight. And indeed... I will bring you just that my dear pitiful little twisted soul.
You must thing your some type of quote unquote 'bad ass' with all that pyrotechnic bullshit. Your little 'flames' that shoot from the ring, the stage entrance, etc.
WOW... just wow ! I mean, for a second there. Whenever I see guys like you and that idiot Osiris pull off that shit. I thought it was 1998 all over again with Undertaker vs Kane.
So what's next on your agenda ? Pulling a rabbit out of your asshole ? Perhaps popping into the arena from thin air with a little light show afterwords ? Oh, I know. Maybe you'd like to come out here and eat my heart in front of the world !?
Silly... silly little bastard you are. Just know one thing. You may have the World Championship right now in your clutches. But to ever compare yourself to me is laughable. I've screwed Kincade & Osiris out of the title. And now ? I have the chance to shatter your pathetic dream.
Yes... I know about how all the little people of the world wanted to see a guy like you become there savior. There new World Heavyweight Champion. Because then you would be a man who represented the very people who were told they could 'never do it'.
Problem is with that. While you've had that one moment of triumph in this very ring. Your dream is about to go up in flames. No pun intended of course. For months. I've pleaded and begged for a #1 Contender's match. And for many, many weeks. Between Maxwell Dupree & Shane Andrews. They did nothing but play games with myself, and 'The Society'. Throwing everything they could dish out at us to try and make us go away.
Why ? Because they KNOW that me, Briggz, Christian Pryce & John Costas are a threat to this company. We are very, very close to realizing our dream. The dream of taking over, and conquering this organization.
Just imagine. Me, as the 'Society's' World Heavyweight Champion. With Briggz as US Champion. Briggz & Pryce as future Tag Team Champions. And who knows ? Maybe we'll have to recruit some lovely diva's to our group. I think it would pretty cool to have a XXX Champion or a Diva's Champion to represent our cause. And I see that my former pal Shia Storm has arrived.
Big pop from the crowd.
Maybe I'll have to give him a fast call. As TV Champion. He would be a wonderful addition to our 'Society'.
But enough about the future. Lets focus on the present. The present, is here & now. And I gotta say... it looks pretty damn good. Me, sending Mr. doom & gloom. aka Lucifer, aka Satan back straight to hell where he came from tonight ?
Destroying every scattered fragile little minded weakling out here in attendance. Who I am sure would love to see you defeat me. Hell, I"m sure ALL of CWE would love to see me fail tonight. Because of one reason.
You're simply jealous of me. Face it... you are. But that's okay. Really ! It is. I've been a man whose been a subject of 'controversy' for many years. I can't help it that I'm better then you. How is it my fault that when god created 'Genesis'. That I would turn out to be such a wrestling god ?
As the late, great Gorilla Monsoon once said about Hulk Hogan: "They broke the mold when they created this man". The difference between me, and 'The Hulkster' is. When god created the mold. I didn't just 'break it'. I fucking shattered it !
Then from there. For the last several years. I started a path of doing what I want, when I want and how I wanted to do it. Along the way, you pathetic morons weakened me. You, and all the wrestlers backstage tried to change me into one of you. And for the last year and half. I started to change, and become a bit more softer and kinder with my methods.
Who would've thought. That I even began to settle down and form a family of my own. Then, when the money came and went from the Atlanta. My wife chose to walk away from me, and took away my own flesh & blood. Then, all the friends I once knew. Slowly, started to turn their backs on me. One by one. They started caring only for themselves.
It was in that instance. That I seeked the help of John Costas. And well boys & girls. The rest is history.
The moral to the story, Minion ? Don't develop any kind of feelings towards your friends, family and acquaintances. Look at them as your targets rather then as a shoulder to cry on when the chips are down. Because in the end. You will be the only one getting screwed over.
My mission in the Society is to change that. Form a real family of people who fight towards one common goal, and fight for each other. Rather then against each other. We have no ego's. We are all one ego.
So Minion. Once you see the error of your ways. Once, I take you down and stomp you into the ground. Sending you straight to hell faster then you can say the number's '6.6.6'. I want you to do a little reflecting. Look back on this night, and tell me this:
Did I do the right thing ? Was I wrong to my title and those around me for granted ? Should I, have done things on my own. The way I wanted to do them. Rather then have others think for me ?
When you come to realize the correct answer to this, and find that 'the Society' is your only answer. Then perhaps when all is said & done. Maybe me, and the rest of the Society won't have to kill you after our match. Maybe we will decide to help nurse you back to health & make you one of our subordinates.
I guess the bottom line. It's all come down to this very moment. So 'champ' ? Bring your ass down here right now. I don't have all night, ya know.
And oh, by the way. Try not to pull off any light tricks, and Criss Angel style bullshit m'kay. This is reality, not a fantasy world pal. Do you see me breathing fire out of my mouth ? Do you see the fans out here with horns stick out of their heads. Bowing their heads to the devil themselves while rocking out to Ozzy Osbourne ? I don't think so.
And with that, Payne lowers the mic and waits patiently.