Post by genesis on Jun 30, 2010 23:24:25 GMT -6
Following the loss to Minion. Payne was seen leaving the arena with the camera's following him. As one of the guy's bravely stepped in front of him to get a nice shot. Payne gets pissed and shoves him on the ground. Then threatens the man's life. As he does so. The camera guy runs for dear life. Payne see's the camera lying there on the ground. He decides to shoot a little post interview with himself regarding the events of the last several weeks:
So Genesis. How do you feel after tonight's loss against Minion ?
How do I feel? What do you think? To be honest. I'll be a man and admit it that I did lose my match with Minion. HOWEVER... that doesn't excuse the fact of how the man got the belt to begin with. He, along with his two butt buddies Osiris and Mr. Dupree stuck there noses in where it didn't belong. All three of them are responsible for this.
They KNEW with me as there World Champion. The balance of power had shifted. Sick and tired of seeing someone else with 'the strap'. They put in one helluva power play to make sure that I wasn't walking out the World Champion. You could say that the good ol boys network kicked in and look at the result of it ?
Look at the attendence sheets? All the CWE merchindise? Pay-Per-View buys? TV Ratings? YOu name it... its all gone down the toilet ever since those three decided to play a game of power trip and dethrone me.
Can't say i expected all this to happen. Matter of fact. I KNEW all this would happen. I could see it coming from a mile away. None of them were happy that I stepped foot on there territory. So ever since day one. They played mind games and for the most part. They failed and failed miserably.
But you know what the funny part is? No, No! You know what is so fucking hilarious? This is the one & only time they ever 1-upped me in CWE. Yet at what cost?
The cost is plain to see folks. CWE is now crippled and dying a slow painful death. Hook up the heart monitors and you'll see the heartbeat of a once good organization start to fade & deminish. In a funny way. I still won the war. They got the belt. They got what they wanted. But at the end of the day. I know in my heart of hearts. That I won the war.
Why? Look all around you. I came in and said CWE would cease to exist without me as your bread winner. From day one. I preached and preached about what was going to happen. Every damn day of every week. Every wrestler from the Osiris' down to the Shane Andrews looked at me and laughed.
All I gotta say is: Who is getting the last laugh? I tell ya who. I am.
True be told. I may not have the World Title. But I'm going to take whats left of this dying organization and make the best of it. I will get the World title back. Someday, somehow. Minion, Osiris, Mr. Dupree, Shane Andrews and anyone else involved in the destruction of CWE will fall before your 'King'. The TRUE king of professional wrestling.
Yep folks I don't need a silly ass crown or ten thousand championships to show it off. I don't need to preach to Satan. I sure as hell don't have to be an old man, or a con man to run the show. I do things off of PURE god given talent & ability. Something that none of these have, and never will have.
I'll admit, some of you are decent. Maybe even good to an extent. But until the very day you walked in my shoes. Busted your ass off and made all the sacrifices. Sacrifices, such as throwing away your life for a business that you are willing to die for. A business that continue to strive and become the very best you can be? Then as far as I'm concerned. Until hell freezes over. Until one of you can even be CLOSE to being in my league? You can all kiss my ass!
With that, Gen. tosses down the camera. shattering it into pieces. Then hops into the limo that had just pulled up minutes earlier and left the arena in a foul, bitter mood.
So Genesis. How do you feel after tonight's loss against Minion ?
How do I feel? What do you think? To be honest. I'll be a man and admit it that I did lose my match with Minion. HOWEVER... that doesn't excuse the fact of how the man got the belt to begin with. He, along with his two butt buddies Osiris and Mr. Dupree stuck there noses in where it didn't belong. All three of them are responsible for this.
They KNEW with me as there World Champion. The balance of power had shifted. Sick and tired of seeing someone else with 'the strap'. They put in one helluva power play to make sure that I wasn't walking out the World Champion. You could say that the good ol boys network kicked in and look at the result of it ?
Look at the attendence sheets? All the CWE merchindise? Pay-Per-View buys? TV Ratings? YOu name it... its all gone down the toilet ever since those three decided to play a game of power trip and dethrone me.
Can't say i expected all this to happen. Matter of fact. I KNEW all this would happen. I could see it coming from a mile away. None of them were happy that I stepped foot on there territory. So ever since day one. They played mind games and for the most part. They failed and failed miserably.
But you know what the funny part is? No, No! You know what is so fucking hilarious? This is the one & only time they ever 1-upped me in CWE. Yet at what cost?
The cost is plain to see folks. CWE is now crippled and dying a slow painful death. Hook up the heart monitors and you'll see the heartbeat of a once good organization start to fade & deminish. In a funny way. I still won the war. They got the belt. They got what they wanted. But at the end of the day. I know in my heart of hearts. That I won the war.
Why? Look all around you. I came in and said CWE would cease to exist without me as your bread winner. From day one. I preached and preached about what was going to happen. Every damn day of every week. Every wrestler from the Osiris' down to the Shane Andrews looked at me and laughed.
All I gotta say is: Who is getting the last laugh? I tell ya who. I am.
True be told. I may not have the World Title. But I'm going to take whats left of this dying organization and make the best of it. I will get the World title back. Someday, somehow. Minion, Osiris, Mr. Dupree, Shane Andrews and anyone else involved in the destruction of CWE will fall before your 'King'. The TRUE king of professional wrestling.
Yep folks I don't need a silly ass crown or ten thousand championships to show it off. I don't need to preach to Satan. I sure as hell don't have to be an old man, or a con man to run the show. I do things off of PURE god given talent & ability. Something that none of these have, and never will have.
I'll admit, some of you are decent. Maybe even good to an extent. But until the very day you walked in my shoes. Busted your ass off and made all the sacrifices. Sacrifices, such as throwing away your life for a business that you are willing to die for. A business that continue to strive and become the very best you can be? Then as far as I'm concerned. Until hell freezes over. Until one of you can even be CLOSE to being in my league? You can all kiss my ass!
With that, Gen. tosses down the camera. shattering it into pieces. Then hops into the limo that had just pulled up minutes earlier and left the arena in a foul, bitter mood.