Post by Severe Payne on Apr 21, 2010 20:01:01 GMT -6
*The scene opens up to a smiling Chris Payne, standing in front of what looks like a hay barn. Somewhere in the middle of God's country, Chris is loading bails from the barn on his back and stacking them in the back of a newer red Dodge ram pickup. To the side of the truck stands Sam, Severe and Chris Payne's trainer and close friend. The two men are sweaty and dirt laden with stained blue jeans and flanel shirts. Evidently it never gets too hot for Sam to remove his signature beanie. The sun is starting to set behind the faded red barn house, behind the endless acres of flat grass farmland. Other than a few horses that can be seen in the distance, the two men are the only living breathing being for miles.
Sam pulls an old red hankerchief from his back pocket and dabs the sweat from his brow. When he holds it out, as if to offer it to Chris, he quickly pulls one from his own back pocket as if to say "thanks I've got my own". Chris grabs himself a seat on the tailgate, picks up two bottles of water from a small cooler, and throws one to Sam. Sam guzzles the much needed water, then looks over at Chris.....Not many words have been spoken between the two today. Probably due to the fact that Chris knows he deserves an ass chewing the size of Texas. Sam has always been like a second father, and never the one to hesitate to scold Chris. Finally, Chris looks over at Sam after wiping his face with a sweat stained cloth and speaks.
"Been a long day......guess we can finish the rest of the bails tomorrow. I'm supposed to meet someone tonight, so we probably need to get ready to head out."
Chris begins walking around to the passenger side when....
"STOP."
Chris stops dead in his tracks and looks over to Sam who has yet to move an inch.
"You and me have some talkin to do, boy. So, walk back over here and let's just get this out in the open." Sam says in a cold snaring tone.
Chris walks back over to the tailgate and hops in the back. Looking down at Sam, he awaits for whatever the Great Sam has to dish out.
"Couple of things Chris.......First off, me and your father both trained you to be the best. Not only physically, but spiritually and emotionally and mentally. So, instead of making an incredible debut, you hit ADAM KNITE in face with a damn chair! Your father may have lost that match, but Adam isn't exactly an enemy. Matter of fact, he bought him a damn beer afterward, Chris!!! I mean what the hell?! Now, you've got this JAMES DAVIS who has it out for you, and when your father or I ask about what the beef is, you just clam up. What do you have to hide, Chris? What the hell is going on with you?"
"First of all Sam, I hit that sonofabitch because he needed to know who the hell he was messin with! I understand that might not fit in with your 19th century morale, but this is 2010, Sam! In order to get ahead these days, you have to let EVERYONE know that you mean business, and you'll do whatever it takes in a moments notice to achieve greatness!"
Chris snaps back at Sam, who looks back at Chris as if he doesn't even recognize his own God son. Chris continues....
"As far as JAMES DAVIS, Sam, it isn't yours, dad's, or anyone else's business what the hell happened between me and him. But I WILL tell you this.......Instead of being a coward like everybody else in this organization, and dragging things out for a month, I'll get right to the point about him. I CHALLENGE JAMES DAVIS to a tag team match:
Severe Payne and Chris Payne vs (The Genius) James Davis and partner of choice.
He's gonna see soon enough that I don't take kindly to the disease certain wrestlers spread in this fed like a wildfire. That, I promise!
"Well that's fantastic that you''re lining up your first pay per view match, but you gotta think about where the hell your head is, kid. You want ta' tag with Severe Payne, who makes very clear where his heart and allegiance lies. You on the other hand, seem to have come out of the gate like a bat outta hell. Chris, I've trained you for a decade, I also picked you up from school and changed your diapers. This isn't the same man that I knew then."
Chris's face goes from one of intense fury to a soft, warm smile.
"Sam, come on! It's me. This is the same guy, without a doubt. I just wanted to hit the ground running when I got here, and that, I did. Maybe I didn't get a pin my first match, but I earned th respect of the roster."
Chris jumps down to the dirt, opens up the passenger door, and takes a deep breath...........calm now
"Ok.......OKAY! Maybe I shoudn't have hit Adam Knite with a chair........it's just. I wanted to show that I.."
"Ya I know ya did kid, but you gotta remember, Adam is on our side. That means he's either gonna forgive you, or beat your ass" Sam laughs hard as he gets in and starts the truck. He puts it in drive while slowly driving away from the camera.
" Man O' man.....I don't know what's gonna happen. But I do know you better prepare for your interview tomorrow. I hear that Chad...Lights is it? Ya Chad has some questions about this week's match that you may not like.. Also, we'll see if that Davis guy accepts your challenge......By the way, who do you have to go meet tonight?"
"In due time Sam..........you'll find out soon enough."
FADE OUT
Sam pulls an old red hankerchief from his back pocket and dabs the sweat from his brow. When he holds it out, as if to offer it to Chris, he quickly pulls one from his own back pocket as if to say "thanks I've got my own". Chris grabs himself a seat on the tailgate, picks up two bottles of water from a small cooler, and throws one to Sam. Sam guzzles the much needed water, then looks over at Chris.....Not many words have been spoken between the two today. Probably due to the fact that Chris knows he deserves an ass chewing the size of Texas. Sam has always been like a second father, and never the one to hesitate to scold Chris. Finally, Chris looks over at Sam after wiping his face with a sweat stained cloth and speaks.
"Been a long day......guess we can finish the rest of the bails tomorrow. I'm supposed to meet someone tonight, so we probably need to get ready to head out."
Chris begins walking around to the passenger side when....
"STOP."
Chris stops dead in his tracks and looks over to Sam who has yet to move an inch.
"You and me have some talkin to do, boy. So, walk back over here and let's just get this out in the open." Sam says in a cold snaring tone.
Chris walks back over to the tailgate and hops in the back. Looking down at Sam, he awaits for whatever the Great Sam has to dish out.
"Couple of things Chris.......First off, me and your father both trained you to be the best. Not only physically, but spiritually and emotionally and mentally. So, instead of making an incredible debut, you hit ADAM KNITE in face with a damn chair! Your father may have lost that match, but Adam isn't exactly an enemy. Matter of fact, he bought him a damn beer afterward, Chris!!! I mean what the hell?! Now, you've got this JAMES DAVIS who has it out for you, and when your father or I ask about what the beef is, you just clam up. What do you have to hide, Chris? What the hell is going on with you?"
"First of all Sam, I hit that sonofabitch because he needed to know who the hell he was messin with! I understand that might not fit in with your 19th century morale, but this is 2010, Sam! In order to get ahead these days, you have to let EVERYONE know that you mean business, and you'll do whatever it takes in a moments notice to achieve greatness!"
Chris snaps back at Sam, who looks back at Chris as if he doesn't even recognize his own God son. Chris continues....
"As far as JAMES DAVIS, Sam, it isn't yours, dad's, or anyone else's business what the hell happened between me and him. But I WILL tell you this.......Instead of being a coward like everybody else in this organization, and dragging things out for a month, I'll get right to the point about him. I CHALLENGE JAMES DAVIS to a tag team match:
Severe Payne and Chris Payne vs (The Genius) James Davis and partner of choice.
He's gonna see soon enough that I don't take kindly to the disease certain wrestlers spread in this fed like a wildfire. That, I promise!
"Well that's fantastic that you''re lining up your first pay per view match, but you gotta think about where the hell your head is, kid. You want ta' tag with Severe Payne, who makes very clear where his heart and allegiance lies. You on the other hand, seem to have come out of the gate like a bat outta hell. Chris, I've trained you for a decade, I also picked you up from school and changed your diapers. This isn't the same man that I knew then."
Chris's face goes from one of intense fury to a soft, warm smile.
"Sam, come on! It's me. This is the same guy, without a doubt. I just wanted to hit the ground running when I got here, and that, I did. Maybe I didn't get a pin my first match, but I earned th respect of the roster."
Chris jumps down to the dirt, opens up the passenger door, and takes a deep breath...........calm now
"Ok.......OKAY! Maybe I shoudn't have hit Adam Knite with a chair........it's just. I wanted to show that I.."
"Ya I know ya did kid, but you gotta remember, Adam is on our side. That means he's either gonna forgive you, or beat your ass" Sam laughs hard as he gets in and starts the truck. He puts it in drive while slowly driving away from the camera.
" Man O' man.....I don't know what's gonna happen. But I do know you better prepare for your interview tomorrow. I hear that Chad...Lights is it? Ya Chad has some questions about this week's match that you may not like.. Also, we'll see if that Davis guy accepts your challenge......By the way, who do you have to go meet tonight?"
"In due time Sam..........you'll find out soon enough."
FADE OUT