Post by Damian Payne on Feb 4, 2014 21:00:43 GMT -5
[The scene opens backstage at the February 3 edition of Monday Night Massacre - towards the end of the show. The camera pans round and picks up Damian Payne heading towards the temporary locker room area. Payne stops when he sees the camera and glares for a second - and then his face breaks into a slight smile.]
Payne: So - I guess you're wondering what that was about? Well - if you remember, I said that anyone who stands in my way will be dealt with - as will anyone that I consider a threat. I'll admit I was all set to had back to the motel after my little speech earlier but I heard the commotion when Johnny Riot started attacking Razor AFTER the match.
[Payne stops and thinks for a second.]
Payne: See - in my eyes, that makes you a bully, Johnny. I don't like bullies. I guess you're going to say that the fact that I left both of you laid out afterwards makes me a hypocrite? Well, not really JR. You both fit the criteria that I mapped out earlier on - in as much as I consider you a threat and poor old Razor just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You should probably take that as a compliment there, Johnny because that's about as much of one as you going to get from me.
[One of the OCW crewmembers walks past with a tray of bottles of water on it. Payne has clearly seen the man approach as he reaches out and swipes one from the tray. The crew guy turns to remonstrate with Payne but quickly changes his mind and walks away. Payne twists the top off the bottle and takes a drink.]
Payne: You should also be kinda proud of yourself, Johnny. You're a trend-setter. You are the first person in OCW to fall victim to The Soothing Sound of Crunching Bones. I have no doubt that the list of recipients will grow and grow but you, Johnny, you'll always be the first. Proud of you! I just hoisted you up and bang, bish, bash -- SuperNova! In other words, you were seeing stars. You should probably think yourself lucky though that it was Razor who felt the force of the ChokeBomb. But you know what, there's still time.
[Payne takes another drink.]
Payne: Our esteemed leader has already informed me that he plans to put me in a match with you next week, Johnny. And just to spice things up a little he's putting some goofly looking little asshole called Rain in the match. I guess President Dean doesn't really like you guys - otherwise he wouldn't be having you face me. I mean, Rain - that's not seriously your name is it? You mean to tell me that your parents had 9 months to think of a name and all they could come up with was ---- Rain?
[Payne shakes his head in mild amusement.]
Payne: But back to you, Riot. Maybe you feel safe. Maybe that's why you refuse to engage me. Maybe that's why you took a beating at my hands. Maybe that's why it still doesn't bother you how much I've dominated you in the ring. Because that's how a man like you feeds, huh Johnny? As a wrestler, you're mediocre, even in the brawls you love so much. But for some reason, this whole league has been tricked into the idea that you are some kind of player that no one in their right might would screw with. For some reason, people buy in to all that crap you spit about yourself. For some reason, that makes them forget how beatable you are in that ring. For some reason, that makes them forget that you're nothing but a stepping stone. For some reason they forget that you used to be the one-man ass-kicking machine, instead of just the goon that you are now. But some people grow up, Johnny: they learn that all the things they feared long ago are just empty shadows. And that's all you are, an empty shadow. So I'll ask again, over and over, until you or anybody else gives me an answer. What the hell is everyone so afraid of when it comes to Johnny Riot?
[Payne pauses.]
Payne: I'm scared of nothing by the way. I'm not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. I'm not afraid of thunderstorms. I'm not afraid of spiders either. Next week gentlemen, you will both experience first hand what I am not afraid to do to get a win. By fair means or foul. You have been warned. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Not even in your nightmares.
[Payne stares straight into the camera, letting the last line resonate before he turns and walks away from the camera, drinking water from the bottle and then tipping the rest over his head to cool himself down.]
Payne: So - I guess you're wondering what that was about? Well - if you remember, I said that anyone who stands in my way will be dealt with - as will anyone that I consider a threat. I'll admit I was all set to had back to the motel after my little speech earlier but I heard the commotion when Johnny Riot started attacking Razor AFTER the match.
[Payne stops and thinks for a second.]
Payne: See - in my eyes, that makes you a bully, Johnny. I don't like bullies. I guess you're going to say that the fact that I left both of you laid out afterwards makes me a hypocrite? Well, not really JR. You both fit the criteria that I mapped out earlier on - in as much as I consider you a threat and poor old Razor just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You should probably take that as a compliment there, Johnny because that's about as much of one as you going to get from me.
[One of the OCW crewmembers walks past with a tray of bottles of water on it. Payne has clearly seen the man approach as he reaches out and swipes one from the tray. The crew guy turns to remonstrate with Payne but quickly changes his mind and walks away. Payne twists the top off the bottle and takes a drink.]
Payne: You should also be kinda proud of yourself, Johnny. You're a trend-setter. You are the first person in OCW to fall victim to The Soothing Sound of Crunching Bones. I have no doubt that the list of recipients will grow and grow but you, Johnny, you'll always be the first. Proud of you! I just hoisted you up and bang, bish, bash -- SuperNova! In other words, you were seeing stars. You should probably think yourself lucky though that it was Razor who felt the force of the ChokeBomb. But you know what, there's still time.
[Payne takes another drink.]
Payne: Our esteemed leader has already informed me that he plans to put me in a match with you next week, Johnny. And just to spice things up a little he's putting some goofly looking little asshole called Rain in the match. I guess President Dean doesn't really like you guys - otherwise he wouldn't be having you face me. I mean, Rain - that's not seriously your name is it? You mean to tell me that your parents had 9 months to think of a name and all they could come up with was ---- Rain?
[Payne shakes his head in mild amusement.]
Payne: But back to you, Riot. Maybe you feel safe. Maybe that's why you refuse to engage me. Maybe that's why you took a beating at my hands. Maybe that's why it still doesn't bother you how much I've dominated you in the ring. Because that's how a man like you feeds, huh Johnny? As a wrestler, you're mediocre, even in the brawls you love so much. But for some reason, this whole league has been tricked into the idea that you are some kind of player that no one in their right might would screw with. For some reason, people buy in to all that crap you spit about yourself. For some reason, that makes them forget how beatable you are in that ring. For some reason, that makes them forget that you're nothing but a stepping stone. For some reason they forget that you used to be the one-man ass-kicking machine, instead of just the goon that you are now. But some people grow up, Johnny: they learn that all the things they feared long ago are just empty shadows. And that's all you are, an empty shadow. So I'll ask again, over and over, until you or anybody else gives me an answer. What the hell is everyone so afraid of when it comes to Johnny Riot?
[Payne pauses.]
Payne: I'm scared of nothing by the way. I'm not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. I'm not afraid of thunderstorms. I'm not afraid of spiders either. Next week gentlemen, you will both experience first hand what I am not afraid to do to get a win. By fair means or foul. You have been warned. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Not even in your nightmares.
[Payne stares straight into the camera, letting the last line resonate before he turns and walks away from the camera, drinking water from the bottle and then tipping the rest over his head to cool himself down.]
