Post by Severe Payne on Mar 8, 2010 21:15:37 GMT -6
*The scene opens up to Chad lights in the locker room of Severe Payne, close to midnight. Lights walks around the room, apparently bored, as he looks into the small bathroom, paces the floor.............
The room is about 30x20 ft, to the right is a red group of four large lockers, and a wooden bench. The floor is short cropped carpet, with its share of stains that you could only guess as to what they are. To the left is a couple of fold up chairs, in them lays a large Grey gym bag labeled "Payne" on the side of it. In the back, the door is opened to a small bathroom. The mirror and sink are against the back wall and the toilet to the right. Chad checks his watch every two minutes, and constantly looks at the camera man with the "when the hell is he gonna be here" face.....walks on the bench as a balance beam......freestyle raps in the mic...........does a few somersaults on the nasty ground.........sniffs one of the large bodily-fluid-looking stains on the floor he somersaulted over...............washes his hands profusely.....sniffs the stain some more......sighs
"Man, when the hell is he gonna show?".........
Chad sighs again and shakes his head. He peers into one of the lockers in the slits at the top, being nosy as to what contents it might hold while talking.
'I mean, isn't it weird that we're doing an interview AT the arena this late? I mean why aren't we doing this at his hotel? Or at an after party? Not that I mind, since I AT the number one interviewer in NCW."
Chad stops trying to pry into the locker, accepting the fate that he will never ever know what could be in that smelly locker..He then stops moving completely, peers mischievously out of right corner of his eye, and slowly tip toes toward the gym bag on the aforementioned fold up chair. First, he traces his finger along the outside pockets and bends back to peak in without pulling the pocket too much. (As if that makes it ok to see inside someone else's stuff anyway)
"Hm......oh I'm not going through his anything! I'm just......seeing what's in the outside pockets.........yes I know what would happen to me if he walked in right now....But ya know what I like about Severe Payne? He definitely has a tough appearance, but he's such a well seasoned wrestling vet, and unlike most of the guys (and girls) we interview, he doesn't have to overcompensate for his lack of confidence by being a dick. I mean he's actually kind of ni.."
Suddenly you hear SLAM!! Chad's eyes grow ten feet and his entire face turns pale as he quickly pulls his hand away from the gym bag. The camera spins around 180 degrees to catch Severe Payne walking toward Chad Lights. Although it has been hours since his match, he is still in his tank-top-and-pant tights. His hair, wet and matted messily, hangs partly over his cherry red face. The daggers formed in his eyes are directed at Chad Lights and he is certainly walking with a purpose. The camera turns with him as he makes his way to the chair, where Chad stands. Payne SNATCHES the bag from the chair and throws it against the lockers on the other side of the room. A loud BANG is heard and echoes through the room and outside hallway. Lights backs up and looks at the camera man as if to ask for dear help.
"Payne, I was just touching.....just seeing if...all I was doing was i meanididn'tevenreally wait you....you know I wouldn't go into a wrestler's ge.."
Payne breathes EXTREMELY heavily into Chad's face and points his finger right into Chad's chest.......then repeatedly jams his finger into the left pectoral......his eyes are filled with tears of insoluble rage. The heat is physically seen radiating all around Payne's body before he can muster words to say......he speaks very slowly and loud, looking into Chad's eyes, only inches away.
"Son......of.......a bitch. That.......son of a bitch......" Payne turns around and puts both hands on top of his head, letting out a gigantic exhale...He then moves his head around in a circular motion, as if to release the tension in his neck muscles, then puts his hands on his hips. Chad Lights, still in fear becoming a snapped twig, is slightly shaking and staring at Payne in wonder. Payne then turns around again and points back to Chad, who covers his left breast, saving from potential bruising. Severe Payne begins to speak in the same raspy, ultra violent,slow tone once again.[/i]
"Tonight was my night to begin. It was the night where I got to show them everything that Severe Payne is made of! This wasn't about winning and losing. This wasn't about an underfed, overcompensating ego! This!...."
Payne struggles to get his words together as Chad bravely brings the mic to his mouth and speaks
"Severe Payne, I understand..." Payne quickly interrupts and grabs Chad by the collar as they touch noses
"What?!! What do you understand?!! What the hell do you know about what I'm going through? You're here to interview me after my match and you're not even listening to me! The thing YOU need to understand is that I'm coming clean, RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!! It's very simple, Chad! It's VERY.....very....simple........"
Payne backs up and straightens Chad's collar, only slightly. He then lowers his voice and looks in the camera. Still red in the face......still pissed as ever.....Chad Lights gives him the mic and steps back.
"It's very....very...simple....You see. Tonight wasn't about winning a match. I know beyond all shadows, beyond ALL doubts, that I can beat and that I am a better wrestler than Lord Dominicus. He knows it....and I know it. What happened tonight was very....simple. I came up an inch short. I gave the Lord of Dorks just a tiny tiny bit too much credit....and when I wasn't expecting a low life to be a low life, he struck like the snake he is......it happens. But like I said, it's not the loss that bothers me. It's the fact that I have worked and trained this hard to blow anyone out of the water at ring skills, and yet I didn't pay enough attention to how LD operates as a wrestler. The good news is that I'm not going anywhere, and I WILL face LD again in the near future. It seems that there's a war coming, and we have no choice but to cross each other's path again."
"The other point that I wanted to make.....and subsequently the other reason that I am so pissed off, is that I busted my ass to get down to that ring as fast as I could to help out Atreyu, but those cowards, those INFAMOUS turn-tale-and-run baby butterfly mama's boys ducked and ran when the Payne came to the ring. The point is, Atreyu, I made an one helluva effort to save your asses before it got worse...and believe me, I've been around long enough to know it would have just gotten worse........So maybe you can decide who you want watching your back."
Payne walks over and snatches up his gym bag off of the floor, then walks over to Chad, who hasn't moved an inch....statuesque, even....
"Ya know, I'm glad this happened. I'm glad that I got thrown in the deep end to remind me of what I've been missing the past three years......The thing is, I only look ahead. I can't change the past. Right? So now I'm headlining Suspense in a four way huh? Good. I'm making a SOLEMN VOW. The heat gets turned up ten fold come this weekend. Velez, Evans, Doc......It's nothing personal. I''ve got a lot to prove. I understand I'm the new guy, so to speak....but you ...ALL of you will soon understand.........You can't handle the Payne.......
Payne breathes in and exhales......then looks at Chad...puts his free hand on Chad's shoulder, then lets the arm drop. He stares with a smirk at him for just a moment...then changes his expression to being dead serious, and stomps off outside of the camera view. Chad looks horrified and gives the "kill it" sign with his hand to the neck.
FADE OUT
The room is about 30x20 ft, to the right is a red group of four large lockers, and a wooden bench. The floor is short cropped carpet, with its share of stains that you could only guess as to what they are. To the left is a couple of fold up chairs, in them lays a large Grey gym bag labeled "Payne" on the side of it. In the back, the door is opened to a small bathroom. The mirror and sink are against the back wall and the toilet to the right. Chad checks his watch every two minutes, and constantly looks at the camera man with the "when the hell is he gonna be here" face.....walks on the bench as a balance beam......freestyle raps in the mic...........does a few somersaults on the nasty ground.........sniffs one of the large bodily-fluid-looking stains on the floor he somersaulted over...............washes his hands profusely.....sniffs the stain some more......sighs
"Man, when the hell is he gonna show?".........
Chad sighs again and shakes his head. He peers into one of the lockers in the slits at the top, being nosy as to what contents it might hold while talking.
'I mean, isn't it weird that we're doing an interview AT the arena this late? I mean why aren't we doing this at his hotel? Or at an after party? Not that I mind, since I AT the number one interviewer in NCW."
Chad stops trying to pry into the locker, accepting the fate that he will never ever know what could be in that smelly locker..He then stops moving completely, peers mischievously out of right corner of his eye, and slowly tip toes toward the gym bag on the aforementioned fold up chair. First, he traces his finger along the outside pockets and bends back to peak in without pulling the pocket too much. (As if that makes it ok to see inside someone else's stuff anyway)
"Hm......oh I'm not going through his anything! I'm just......seeing what's in the outside pockets.........yes I know what would happen to me if he walked in right now....But ya know what I like about Severe Payne? He definitely has a tough appearance, but he's such a well seasoned wrestling vet, and unlike most of the guys (and girls) we interview, he doesn't have to overcompensate for his lack of confidence by being a dick. I mean he's actually kind of ni.."
Suddenly you hear SLAM!! Chad's eyes grow ten feet and his entire face turns pale as he quickly pulls his hand away from the gym bag. The camera spins around 180 degrees to catch Severe Payne walking toward Chad Lights. Although it has been hours since his match, he is still in his tank-top-and-pant tights. His hair, wet and matted messily, hangs partly over his cherry red face. The daggers formed in his eyes are directed at Chad Lights and he is certainly walking with a purpose. The camera turns with him as he makes his way to the chair, where Chad stands. Payne SNATCHES the bag from the chair and throws it against the lockers on the other side of the room. A loud BANG is heard and echoes through the room and outside hallway. Lights backs up and looks at the camera man as if to ask for dear help.
"Payne, I was just touching.....just seeing if...all I was doing was i meanididn'tevenreally wait you....you know I wouldn't go into a wrestler's ge.."
Payne breathes EXTREMELY heavily into Chad's face and points his finger right into Chad's chest.......then repeatedly jams his finger into the left pectoral......his eyes are filled with tears of insoluble rage. The heat is physically seen radiating all around Payne's body before he can muster words to say......he speaks very slowly and loud, looking into Chad's eyes, only inches away.
"Son......of.......a bitch. That.......son of a bitch......" Payne turns around and puts both hands on top of his head, letting out a gigantic exhale...He then moves his head around in a circular motion, as if to release the tension in his neck muscles, then puts his hands on his hips. Chad Lights, still in fear becoming a snapped twig, is slightly shaking and staring at Payne in wonder. Payne then turns around again and points back to Chad, who covers his left breast, saving from potential bruising. Severe Payne begins to speak in the same raspy, ultra violent,slow tone once again.[/i]
"Tonight was my night to begin. It was the night where I got to show them everything that Severe Payne is made of! This wasn't about winning and losing. This wasn't about an underfed, overcompensating ego! This!...."
Payne struggles to get his words together as Chad bravely brings the mic to his mouth and speaks
"Severe Payne, I understand..." Payne quickly interrupts and grabs Chad by the collar as they touch noses
"What?!! What do you understand?!! What the hell do you know about what I'm going through? You're here to interview me after my match and you're not even listening to me! The thing YOU need to understand is that I'm coming clean, RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!! It's very simple, Chad! It's VERY.....very....simple........"
Payne backs up and straightens Chad's collar, only slightly. He then lowers his voice and looks in the camera. Still red in the face......still pissed as ever.....Chad Lights gives him the mic and steps back.
"It's very....very...simple....You see. Tonight wasn't about winning a match. I know beyond all shadows, beyond ALL doubts, that I can beat and that I am a better wrestler than Lord Dominicus. He knows it....and I know it. What happened tonight was very....simple. I came up an inch short. I gave the Lord of Dorks just a tiny tiny bit too much credit....and when I wasn't expecting a low life to be a low life, he struck like the snake he is......it happens. But like I said, it's not the loss that bothers me. It's the fact that I have worked and trained this hard to blow anyone out of the water at ring skills, and yet I didn't pay enough attention to how LD operates as a wrestler. The good news is that I'm not going anywhere, and I WILL face LD again in the near future. It seems that there's a war coming, and we have no choice but to cross each other's path again."
"The other point that I wanted to make.....and subsequently the other reason that I am so pissed off, is that I busted my ass to get down to that ring as fast as I could to help out Atreyu, but those cowards, those INFAMOUS turn-tale-and-run baby butterfly mama's boys ducked and ran when the Payne came to the ring. The point is, Atreyu, I made an one helluva effort to save your asses before it got worse...and believe me, I've been around long enough to know it would have just gotten worse........So maybe you can decide who you want watching your back."
Payne walks over and snatches up his gym bag off of the floor, then walks over to Chad, who hasn't moved an inch....statuesque, even....
"Ya know, I'm glad this happened. I'm glad that I got thrown in the deep end to remind me of what I've been missing the past three years......The thing is, I only look ahead. I can't change the past. Right? So now I'm headlining Suspense in a four way huh? Good. I'm making a SOLEMN VOW. The heat gets turned up ten fold come this weekend. Velez, Evans, Doc......It's nothing personal. I''ve got a lot to prove. I understand I'm the new guy, so to speak....but you ...ALL of you will soon understand.........You can't handle the Payne.......
Payne breathes in and exhales......then looks at Chad...puts his free hand on Chad's shoulder, then lets the arm drop. He stares with a smirk at him for just a moment...then changes his expression to being dead serious, and stomps off outside of the camera view. Chad looks horrified and gives the "kill it" sign with his hand to the neck.
FADE OUT