Post by Damian Payne on Mar 12, 2014 16:35:27 GMT -5
[The scene opens, as we appear to be looking at a wall mounted bathroom mirror. The mirror appears to have mould growing in the corners. The whole room appears to be washed in a harsh yellow glow brought on by the track lighting in the old bathroom. Then suddenly out of the bottom of the shot we see the head of Damian Payne emerge. In the foreground all we see is the back of his head, but in the mirror we can see his face. The camera pans down as Damian leans over to spit into the sink. As he does the sink is coated with a crimson liquid as a result of the tears in the inside of his mouth caused by a recent sparring session with his long term associate – Johnny Pain. Payne runs the water to clear the blood stained saliva from the sink.]
Payne: Over the last 24 hours I have had handfuls of people tell me how great it is that I have come back to the wrestling limelight to try and give the fans what they want to see. Telling me how great it is to see someone show the fans the love and respect that they deserve. They tell me how it reminds them of the golden years when there were no television cameras, and the guy fought for the fans that laid down their hard earned money. These people say these things with a gleam in their eyes that you rarely see in wrestling anymore.
[Damian reaches up and pulls down his bottom lip. As he does a large gash about an inch long comes into view. It appears to be red and inflamed; stitches are visible in the bloated flesh around the wound. Damian lets his lip go and then spits more blood soaked saliva into the sink, runs the water and looks back up. Then seemingly out of nowhere a grin comes across Payne’s face. This is unfamiliar to the OCW audience as he has not smiled, grinned or even smirked often since making his debut.]
Payne: The truth is I could give a flyin’ fuck about the bottom feeding fans that come to these shows. They come to these shows in their pick-up trucks with the gun rack in the back window. I don’t associate with these fans, how could somebody like me relate to these losers. I am a fighter, a man that puts his life on the line to see whether or not he has what it takes to beat the bloody blue cheese outta whatever poor sap is on the other side of that ring. I fight for the sport of it, not for the fans! I fight to keep my primal edge, they fight with their wives and kids! If everyone of these fans gave up and never came to another show that would work for me. In fact I think it might make me enjoy it more. The gall of these fans thinking that we owe them something! I provide a necessary service. People have a primal need to watch combat and I fill that need, but if these fans aren't willing to engage themselves in this historic tradition of barbarism then they leave themselves only one option. TAKE WHAT I CHOOSE TO GIVE THEM! I owe these slugs nothing! I do this for me and me alone!
[At this point Damian’s face is red from the rising emotions. However, the grin is still present on his face as he seems to revel in the venom he is spewing. Damian spits another wad of blood soaked saliva into the sink. This time he leaves it there. Damian paces through the bathroom, the hostility evident on his face. He kicks the large metal garbage can; it flies across the bathroom and slams into the far wall.]
Payne: But for know I must refocus my attention on the matter at hand. This week is an added bonus for me. Not only do I get to go to war again, but this time it is against someone who let me down last week by not being the tag team partner I expected him to be. Drew Stevenson - let me assure you of one thing. This is not going to be the same man you have seen ripping through the competition in recent weeks here in OCW. This is not going to be the Damian Payne that came to OCW assuming that he would have the title laid down at his feet. This will be a man that is prepared to fight hard for everything he deserves. Stevenson - I have a question for you. Are you sure you know who your Daddy is? I mean it has to have crossed your mind that you may be the product of a big old Bikers DNA milkshake. Maybe that’s why you turned out so freaky looking. In fact this may turn out to be a little therapeutic for me. I mean I loathe the fans that come to these arenas, and you are the closest thing to them we have in OCW! Beating the hell out of you will be like beating the hell out of them.
[Damian pulls his lip down for one last look. He picks at the stitches a bit before releasing his lip. He spits into the sink one last time. The camera follows him out of the washroom as he makes his way out of the rundown motel. Damian walks out the front door to the street outside. He turns and begins to make his way down the sidewalk. Periodically he spits blood to the ground to the disgust of the other pedestrians around him.]
Payne: I see this as my chance to show that you don’t have what it takes. To show that you never did. You see Stevo, I am sure that you are going to be looking to make a big splash in our match. I know I am. I know that you probably feel you are entitled to something. I intend to be the man that gives you the wake-up call. The man that makes you re-examine your career. Your scars tell me that you have seen battles, well I have too and while I certainly look forward to the battle, make no mistake sunshine, I do plan on winning this war! And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it – not even in your dreams.
[Damian turns the corner at the end of the road; as he leaves you hear the sound of him spitting blood again and the disgusted protest of an elderly couple. Then the camera fades to black.]
Payne: Over the last 24 hours I have had handfuls of people tell me how great it is that I have come back to the wrestling limelight to try and give the fans what they want to see. Telling me how great it is to see someone show the fans the love and respect that they deserve. They tell me how it reminds them of the golden years when there were no television cameras, and the guy fought for the fans that laid down their hard earned money. These people say these things with a gleam in their eyes that you rarely see in wrestling anymore.
[Damian reaches up and pulls down his bottom lip. As he does a large gash about an inch long comes into view. It appears to be red and inflamed; stitches are visible in the bloated flesh around the wound. Damian lets his lip go and then spits more blood soaked saliva into the sink, runs the water and looks back up. Then seemingly out of nowhere a grin comes across Payne’s face. This is unfamiliar to the OCW audience as he has not smiled, grinned or even smirked often since making his debut.]
Payne: The truth is I could give a flyin’ fuck about the bottom feeding fans that come to these shows. They come to these shows in their pick-up trucks with the gun rack in the back window. I don’t associate with these fans, how could somebody like me relate to these losers. I am a fighter, a man that puts his life on the line to see whether or not he has what it takes to beat the bloody blue cheese outta whatever poor sap is on the other side of that ring. I fight for the sport of it, not for the fans! I fight to keep my primal edge, they fight with their wives and kids! If everyone of these fans gave up and never came to another show that would work for me. In fact I think it might make me enjoy it more. The gall of these fans thinking that we owe them something! I provide a necessary service. People have a primal need to watch combat and I fill that need, but if these fans aren't willing to engage themselves in this historic tradition of barbarism then they leave themselves only one option. TAKE WHAT I CHOOSE TO GIVE THEM! I owe these slugs nothing! I do this for me and me alone!
[At this point Damian’s face is red from the rising emotions. However, the grin is still present on his face as he seems to revel in the venom he is spewing. Damian spits another wad of blood soaked saliva into the sink. This time he leaves it there. Damian paces through the bathroom, the hostility evident on his face. He kicks the large metal garbage can; it flies across the bathroom and slams into the far wall.]
Payne: But for know I must refocus my attention on the matter at hand. This week is an added bonus for me. Not only do I get to go to war again, but this time it is against someone who let me down last week by not being the tag team partner I expected him to be. Drew Stevenson - let me assure you of one thing. This is not going to be the same man you have seen ripping through the competition in recent weeks here in OCW. This is not going to be the Damian Payne that came to OCW assuming that he would have the title laid down at his feet. This will be a man that is prepared to fight hard for everything he deserves. Stevenson - I have a question for you. Are you sure you know who your Daddy is? I mean it has to have crossed your mind that you may be the product of a big old Bikers DNA milkshake. Maybe that’s why you turned out so freaky looking. In fact this may turn out to be a little therapeutic for me. I mean I loathe the fans that come to these arenas, and you are the closest thing to them we have in OCW! Beating the hell out of you will be like beating the hell out of them.
[Damian pulls his lip down for one last look. He picks at the stitches a bit before releasing his lip. He spits into the sink one last time. The camera follows him out of the washroom as he makes his way out of the rundown motel. Damian walks out the front door to the street outside. He turns and begins to make his way down the sidewalk. Periodically he spits blood to the ground to the disgust of the other pedestrians around him.]
Payne: I see this as my chance to show that you don’t have what it takes. To show that you never did. You see Stevo, I am sure that you are going to be looking to make a big splash in our match. I know I am. I know that you probably feel you are entitled to something. I intend to be the man that gives you the wake-up call. The man that makes you re-examine your career. Your scars tell me that you have seen battles, well I have too and while I certainly look forward to the battle, make no mistake sunshine, I do plan on winning this war! And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it – not even in your dreams.
[Damian turns the corner at the end of the road; as he leaves you hear the sound of him spitting blood again and the disgusted protest of an elderly couple. Then the camera fades to black.]
