P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

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P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

All RP for the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme Championship match between KING KRUSHER and JASON PAYNE (c) at Unplugged should be done in this folder. Any RP posted outside of the folder will not count.



The RP deadline is 11:59pm PST on SATURDAY, July 18th, 2009. Angles should be sent to wfwnewrestling@gmail.com ..

 

[ChiHawks76]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

(FADE-IN: The locker room of the Lakefront Arena in New Orleans. The camera pans across several empty lockers before stopping at a lone figure seated on the bench. Drenched in sweat with a towel around his shoulders and a freshly wrapped bandage around his head, King Krusher sits in reflective silence thinking about the events of the evening's Almost Live show. Blood is starting to stain through the bandage as WFW road agent Max Knight enters the picture with an envelope.)

MAX KNIGHT: Jesus, Krusher...you were opened up like a sieve out there. You, OK?

KING KRUSHER: Oh, hey Max. Yeah, I'll be fine. I just didn't expect to wear the crimson mask my first time out. I'll get over it.

M.K.: Well, I'm worried about you, old man. That's one of the reasons I'm back here and not out there anymore. I got tired of donating blood to the canvas every night.

K.K.: Yeah well a spinal fusion really does the trick, too.

M.K.: Don't remind me. Anyways, you looked great out there otherwise and the fans popped pretty hard. I guess six years away wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. I got the next booking here for ya.

K.K.: Already?

M.K.: Oh yeah, we don't mess around here. Unplugged. July 18th in Birmingham. You got Jason Payne for the PCX Title. The plane tickets and car rental info are in here along with the hotel booking (hands KK the envelope). You can upgrade to the penthouse on your own dime, big shot.

K.K.: Piss off. (laughs) Payne, huh? We had him in GLCW. He was in a tag team with Chris Macmillan called the Dogs of War. MacMillan was always the better worker in my eyes...at least in effort and attitude. Payne could be a pain in the ass. Pardon the pun.

M.K.: (rolls eyes) It's pardoned.

K.K.: Didn't he get kicked out the army or something?

M.K.: Navy. Dishonorable discharge for hitting an officer.

K.K.: Yeah I remember the attitude problem. Lucky for him he never hit me. Well, maybe I can kick his ass back in line.

M.K.: Well, he's the PCX champ and I really like the kid, past problems aside. He's really come along here and I see even bigger things for him down the line.

K.K.: So a title shot in my 2nd match here...they must really love me. Thanks, Maxine. (slaps Knight on the back)

M.K.: Hey, don't take this guy lightly. He's been around a long time and he ain't no kid. Plus the fans have taken a liking to him and we all know how you need all of their attention.

K.K.: Yeah well I had no problem sharing the spotlight with Tyler out there. Now that kid has got it, man. He reminds me of you and me back in the UFWA. Great attitude and work ethic. He'll be at the top in short order. Hey! Speak of the devil!

(Tyler Houston enters the locker room to check on K.K. looking no worse for wear)

M.K.: Krusher here was just telling me how bad you sucked out there. What a sh*tty performance!

(An incredulous look crosses Houston's face as crushing disappointment sets in)

TYLER HOUSTON: Really?

M.K.: Haha! Just kidding, Ty! You were the man out there! Hahahahaha!

(The three of them share a laugh as a broad smile appears across Houston's face. They continue to discuss the night's events as the camera fades out)

 

[Jason Payne]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

Keys fumbling for a lock in the pouring rain, the sound of the lock disengaging a pleasant and welcome one. Pushing the door open, and stepping into the blackness, a jacket is removed, then the suitcase gets set by the door. Stepping in and closing the door, a hand reaches out and flicks a lightswitch. The light illuniating the foyer, JASON PAYNE turns and walks towards the kitchen, his shoulder length hair wet from the pouring rain outside.

Walking into the kitchen, he looks down at the answering machine. 27 messages. A surprised chuckle escapes his lips as he hits the play button. Turning towards the fridge, he opens it and pulls out some orange juice. Grabbing a cup from the cabinet, Payne listens as a slew of messages are played. The majority of them from WFW:NE offices inquiring as to his whereabouts. One from McMillan asking if Payne was coming up to visit next month. Leaning against the countertop, sipping his orange juice, Payne listens as each message is played in sucession.

Once the answering machine has played through all of it's messages, Payne chuckles again and set the orange juice down as he walks over and deletes the message from the machine. Walking back and picking up the orange juice, he walks back to the foyer and pulls his suitcase into the living room, turning the foyer light out as he does so. Picking up the remote, he turns on the television to the news. Payne starts to sit down when the phone rings. Half laughing, and half swearing, he walks over to the living room receiver and picks it up.

Payne - "Payne here..."

The voice on the other end sounds quizzical, and then quickly turns harsh.

Payne - "Yea I know I was booked for New Orleans last week. But something more important came up."

The voice on the other end of the phone asks what could have been more important than showing up to a scheduled booking.

Payne - "Well, if you really want to know, I just got back from California."

The voice is heard screaming in a combination of frustration and anger.

Payne - "Why did I go to California? I got selected to get tickets to the Michael Jackson Memorial."

There is a long silence on the phone, and finally the muffled sound of a voice asking a question.

Payne - "Yes I'm totally serious! Out of like 2 million people I got really lucky. Was a once and a lifetime chance. I mean, this was like, our generations Elvis, ya know?"

The voice on the other end screams so loud it can be heard.

Voice - "ARE YOU ****ING RETARDED?"

Payne walks back over to his chair and sits down, phone to his left ear.

Payne - "No, I'm not ****ing retarded. I happen to be a fan of his music."

The voice on the other end sounds a little calmer, but still agitated as it asks more questions.

Payne - "Hey now, he was acquitted of all that. Last time I checked, this was still America. Innocent until proven guilty ya know? Besides, his music has a really powerful message."

The voice sounds even more incredulous.

Payne - "Well for one, Thriller teaches us if you got some slick dance moves and a red leather jacket, you could raise the dead."

THe voice is heard muttering something like, 'You're not ****ing serious are you?'

Payne - "Hey, ever since Thriller came out, have you ever heard of any other dead bodies coming out of the grave to dance along some abandoned street?........No? Well that's cause that was the only time MJ did that. You don't think that's a great message? I haven't seen any zombies since then."

The voice on the other end is sure that Payne has flipped his wig.

Payne - "Hell no man. I'm sitting here looking at my Limited Edition Original Vinyl Pressing Special Remix Edition Never Been Played Autographed Certificate of Authenticity number 21 copy of Smooth Criminal sitting on the wall."

The voice on the other end calmly asks Payne a question.

Payne - "Am I coming to Birmingham? Well yea, I guess. I mean I'm booked against King Krusher right?"

The voice answers in the affirmative.

Payne - "Well then yea, I'll be there, provided no other pop icons die within the next week or so. I'm getting ready to watch tape on him now."

The voice on the other end calmly explains something to Payne, then asks him another question.

Payne - "Right, no I know I decide the stipulations of the match. I've actually been giving this some thought on the plane ride home."

The voice asks Payne what he's come up with.

Payne - "Well I think the choice is farly obvious isn't it? We should have a Limited Edition, Never Before Seen, Original Airing, Certificate of Authenticity number 1 Michael Jackson Tribute match."

The voice is silent for a moment, then asks Payne a point blank question.

Payne - "Because Michael Jackson Tribute match by itself just doesn't give this match the proper respect it deserves."

The voice on the phone asks Payne a series of questions.

Payne - "Here is what I am seeing right? We go out and get us some poor children from someplace. I mean, this is America so we can probably find some poor kids of all races and backgrounds here already without having to go yanking them out of countries all Slumdog Millionaire like. We get a couple of MJ impersonators chasing the kids around, and a bunch of lawyers trying to stop the MJ's from getting the kids."

More silence. Then another question.

Payne - "Oh the winner? There will be a glass suspended above the ring somehow. There will be some Jesus Juice inside the glass, and whoever can get the glass first, and give it to thier opponent first will win."

Another incredulous question.

Payne - "I know I said he was innocent, but damn it this is America, and this is professional wrestling, and we'd be absolutely remiss if we didn't take advantage of this in some capacity."

More blah blah questions. The guy on the other end of the phone sounding about as interesting as a can full of jelly.

Payne - "Yeah I know what I said about hating gimmicks and such. But just consider it this one time. For Michael man. We got to do it for Michael. I think he'd want it this way."

The voice on the other end on the phone continues talking to Payne, confirming some information.

Payne - "Alright yeah. Yep. I got it. Yeah just get back to me and let me know. Right. Uh huh. Yeah I'll be here so you can reach me at this number. Alright. Ok. Bye-bye."

Payne hands up the phone and picks up the remote. Hitting the button for his TiVO, he brings up some the menu for some things he recorded while he was gone. The first being VH1's 48 hour tribute to Michael Jackson. As the intro for Billie Jean starts up, and the intro montage comes up, a tear comes to Payne's eye.

Payne - "God bless you MJ."

 

[ChiHawks76]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

(FADE-IN: Krusher's Kingdom wrestling school in the Bridgeport neighborhood of Chicago. King Krusher is shown from behind in his office staring at a computer screen finishing up the latest Jason Payne promo on the WFW: NE website. The promo has ended and K.K. can be heard talking to himself)

KING KRUSHER: (shaking his head) He missed Almost Live because he got tickets to the Michael Jackson tribute.......Oh hey! (turns to the camera) One of the bonuses of wrestling for the New Era of WFW is that you get to have cameramen following you around wherever you go! I suppose I should be used to it after all this time but six years away got me a bit used to privacy. Anyhoo...it appears that Jason Payne took a detour to L.A. to witness the King of Pop's tribute show and that segues nicely into the first point I want to make. Peter File. (points to the bandage on his head) You and I have some unfinished business, pal. Yes, Houston and I won the match in New Orleans but you weren't the one I nailed with the slingshot brainbuster. That honor went to John Doe, and right about now he should be rediscovering his past thanks to that skull-cracking he took from me. But you got away relatively scott free. I don't appreciate getting attacked from behind and getting nailed with a microphone before the bell even rings and I definitely don't appreciate getting opened up like another one of your child porn internet accounts. I bled more than your last six menstrual cycles, File, and it wasn't the way I planned on returning to the ring after the fans welcomed me back with open arms. I let them down by not destroying you completely and I feel obligated to finish the job. Somewhere down the line...when you least expect it....expect it.

(K.K. spins around and stands up out of the chair and glances out at the office window to the ring where a match between students sounds like it's getting out of hand)

K.K.: But on to the next order of business. Mr. Payne. I can't help but say that I am tremendously disappointed in your lack of concern for your match in New Orleans. If I was the commish, I would have stripped that title right off your waist. But it takes two to tango, and your opponent, my old running buddy Pestilence didn't bother to show up either. He probably buried himself under a rock as soon as he heard I signed on with the New Era of WFW and I can't say I blame him. I aged a lot better than he did and he only would have embarrassed himself.

(He glances out the window again as the noise out in the ring escalates)

K.K.: But that doesn't absolve you of your obligations, Payne. You pulled the same crap in GLCW and found your ass kicked out the door faster than you can sing the chorus to "Beat It." I'm not your boss anymore and I ain't here to lecture you but I'm thoroughly unimpressed by your dedication. Yes I know you probably cried yourself to sleep the night Jacko died and you wanted one last chance to mourn your fallen hero, but it doesn't change anything. And now you want to call what kind of match we wrestle in? I don't think you deserve the privilege and it really doesn't matter anyway because I know you don't have the heart to outlast me, much less show up on time. You want to suspend a glass of Jesus Juice above the ring? Sure, while we're at it, let's have a chimpanzee and a llama at rinsgide to recreate the Neverland Ranch and we can have "Billie Jean" blasting over the PA while I'm kicking your ass all over the building. But then File might come down and sodomize the animals so strike that from the record. We don't need PETA on our backs.

(Just then, two of Krusher's students crash through the office window tangled up in a vicious struggle)

K.K.: Holy hell!! What the (bleep) is going on here!?

(The two students pick themselves off the floor and continue to exchange blows. K.K. moves in to separate them. The Motor City Maniac and several other students crowd around the doorway)

K.K.: Hey! Hey!! Enough!! Knock it off! Are you guys out of your (bleep)in' minds!? Who's gonna pay for this glass!?

STUDENT #1: (out of breath and bleeding) Sorry, Krusher. We got carried away.

K.K.: You're damn right you did! Now take that intensity right back in the ring and finish this up there! Get the hell out of here!

(The crowd makes it's way back to the ring as the two battling students continue their match in the ring)

K.K.: (looks at the camera and smiles) Now that was pretty friggin' extreme! If my students are this out of control, you can imagine what it's going to be like when *I* step into that ring in an extreme rules match! Stay tuned, folks! It's going to get interesting!

(K.K. bends over and starts picking up glass)

K.K.: Wait a minute, why the hell am I doing this? Maniac! Call the janitor, will ya!?

(FADEOUT)

 

[Jason Payne]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

Payne stands in front of a WFW:NE banner with a microphone in one hand, and the P©X Championship slung over his right shoulder. His shoulder length brown hair half covering his face as he raises the mic to his lips.

Payne - "Ive been catching a lot of static recently, from a lot of different angles. I've been catching flak from people in the front office, and from fans on the street. And they all ask me one question. 'Why?' They ask me, 'Payne? Why, oh why, didn't you show up in New Orleans?' And ya know, since the last time you saw me, it's been nothing but a lot of negative energy coming at me. No one is happy with Payne right now. People are starting to think that maybe this P©X belt doesn't mean anything to me. That somehow, because I was off somewhere else, instead of fulfilling my obligations, that means I don't want this belt."

Payne shifts his feet slightly, his eyes focused straight ahead.

Payne - "Well I have a message for anyone that thinks this title doesn't mean anything to me. And that message is very, very simple. If you want this belt, then you are gonna have to pry it out of my cold, dead, hands. Now people think that's just a figure of speech. Not to me. Look into my eyes, and tell me I'm lying. Go ahead Mr. Cameraman, you zoom right in and show the people at home my eyes, and know, that anyone who gets in the ring with me, whether it's a Limited Edition, Never Before Seen, Original Airing, Certificate of Authenticity number 1 Michael Jackson Tribute match, a Sky Is Falling Match, a Donkey Show from TJ match, a bouncy house full of sex crazed midgets tripping out on acid...it doesn't matter. I will march straight through the hottest fires of hell, look the devil right in the eye, and spit right in his face. And that's what I'll do prior to giving him the asswhipping of his life."

The camera did indeed zoom on Payne's face when he asked it to, and then slowly back out as he continued. Payne brought his hand up and brushed the hair from his face, his eyes still boring holes into the camera.

Payne - "If any of you thought for one second that winning this championship was somehow going to change me, mold me into a better role model for people to emulate? Then I hate to disappoint you, but this isn't some new and improved Jason Payne. Far from it. This is a side of Payne that this promotion has never seen before. This is a Payne that has no limits. This is a Payne that has no scripts. This is a Payne that does what he wants, says what he wants, and god damn it if you don't like that then you're more than invited to come down to the ring and try and shut me up."

"This business is a dog eat dog business. Kill or be killed. Be the best, or fade into the back. Krusher...you're real fond of the past. And somehow, you think anything that happened years ago in GLCW means diddley squat now. Fact is, McMillan and I should have been tag champs there, cut and dry. But because we weren't buttering your most intimate parts up with our mouths, you were more than happy to keep us under a bunch of second class talent. That, was your mistake Krusher. And now you've made another one."

Payne looks into the camera for a moment, not saying anything before continuing.

Payne - "You think you're being rewarded by stepping into a match with me? You think just because you're in a title match against me, that you're being rewarded. I pray to God for your family's sake, you go back and you take a good long look at what I've done to people like you. And then you make peace with yourself, and your maker, and tell your wife and kids good-bye. Because it's not going to matter really, if you survive this match or not. Either way, you're going to be a different man altogether. And you will then realize that the past...it don't matter. What matters is the here, and now. And in a few short days, it's going to be you and me in Birmingham, in a Limited Edition, Never Before Seen, Original Airing, Certificate of Authenticity number 1 Michael Jackson Tribute match. And then the only thing that's gonna matter is what you got, and what I got. And I'll be honest with you. I don't think you have a prayer."

Payne folds his arms over his chest, holding the mic to his lips, and shaking his shoulder, adjusting the position of his title belt.

Payne - "So a word to the wise Krusher. Stay home. Stay in the shelter of your little wrestling school, with your fine looking young boys. Which is funny now I think about it. Perhaps a Limited Edition, Never Before Seen, Original Airing, Certificate of Authenticity number 1 Michael Jackson Tribute match plays right into your hands since you seem to like young men so much. Either way, it's not gonna be me sipping the Jesus Juice and taking a little nap when it's all said and done. It's going to be you. And for all the fans who are going to be sitting ringside, I advise you bring a raincoat."

Payne slowly steps towards the camera till his entire face fills the screen.

Payne - "Cause I won't be satisfied till I've spilled anough of Krusher's blood to pain the entire canvas red."

FTB

 

[ChiHawks76]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

(FADE-IN: Krusher's Kingdom Wrestling School in Chicago. The gym is deserted, save for the owner...one King Krusher. Judging by the windows in the background, it's nighttime but it is unknown how late it is as Krusher finishes up another grueling workout. He finishes off with several reps of squat thrusts to test the strength of his knees which have held up remarkably well so far in his return. He wraps a towel around his neck and speaks to the camera)

KING KRUSHER: Well, well, it looks like Mr. Payne is going to show up in Birmingham, maybe even make a match out of it! Yeah, there's a lot of negative vibes floating your way, Payne, and that's what happens when you don't live up to expectations or don't take your job seriously. You're a CHAMPION here, Payne. Champions don't blow off important matches to pay tribute to fallen pop stars. I'm not gonna harp on the reasons why you no-showed New Orleans because it's done and over with. Time to move on. But there's no question that I have doubts about your character.

(Krusher takes a long sip from a bottle water to replenish his fluids. He then walks over to the practice ring where his students train)

K.K.: You know, I expect your pathetic joke about my students to come from someone like Peter File. You have no idea what some of these kids have been through in their private lives, much less what they go through here at the school and I'll be damned if you're gonna tarnish that legacy with a stupid insult! Maybe it's lack of maturity on your part but don't expect any sympathy from me!

(K.K. pauses and takes a look at some of the trophies and championship belts along the wall in momentary reflection)

K.K. I don't consider this title match a reward but more of an opportunity. Sure, I've always been rewarded for my hard work but I'm no lap dog that stands up on his hind legs every time he gets a treat. My reputation precedes me in the New Era of WFW and the management here knows that I'm a top tier player. The PCX Title is just the beginning of what I'm going to accomplish here. You just happen to be the poor sap that stands in my way.

(Another pause for a drink of water and then starts walking slowly towards his office)

K.K.: I'm going to have to pry that title from your cold, dead hands, huh? I'll settle for unconscious. Because that's where you're headed after I drop you straight on your head with the slingshot brainbuster. NOBODY has ever gotten up from that move before the 3 count and there is nothing that tells me you're going to be the first. Back in 1997, I took the most animalistic beast ever seen in professional wrestling to the absolute limit and drove his head through the hood of a Chrysler in the parking lot of the United Center and won the NFWA U.S. Title from him. That man was Maelstrom. And that match was the very definition of extreme, before aluminum garbage cans and cookie sheets became part of "hardcore" matches. 11 years later, I'm still feeling the effects of that match but the bottom line was that I PERSERVERED and overcame tremendous odds to win...because I don't know when to QUIT. That fire still burns inside of me. It never went away. It's there now more than ever.

(He hangs his towel up on a peg and turns back toward the camera)

K.K.: So bring your title, bring your Jesus Juice, bring whatever you got, pal. I'm as ready as I've ever been and you have the unfortunate task of trying to stop a freight train rolling downhill with the wind at my back! I've heard the old jokes, I've heard that I'm washed up, I've heard that my "gimmick" is stale but I'm just PEAKING, my friend. Peter File pissed me off bad and now I'm gonna take it out on you! AND THAT SUCKS FOR YOU!

(K.K. throws down the empty water bottle and storms off out of view. FADEOUT)

 

[Jason Payne]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

Scene opens on the dilapadated facade of the old Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. The building having seen better days, Payne walks over the old path to the entrance, the concrete now broken in pieces and resembling gravel now rather than a sheet of concrete. Wearing sunglasses, even though the sky is overcast, Payne takes a look around his surroundings before turning back to the camera.

Payne - "And here is the part where I am supposed to sympathize with Krusher, and his poor poor students. I'm supposed to feel bad for what I said, and somehow identify with them and thier struggle to break into the business. Third string quarterbacks who couldn't get sloppy seconds from a member of the prom queen's court. A 6 foot 5 inch 360 fatass who's real job is a security guard for a three star hotel. All with thier own sad sob story that I am somehow supposed to justify a feeling of guilt about."

Payne stops and looks at the camera.

Payne - "And yet, here I stand in front of the beginning of my own path in this business, staring at a broken down building that houses it's share of pain, hopes, dreams, and suffering, not able to even work up two squirts of piss worth of remorse for you, or your student's Krusher. You seem to forget. This is professional wrestling. You think that because I've been burned more times in this business than I care to count that somehow that means I have to sympathize with a group of nobodies that don't know a wristlock from a wrist watch? Krusher, the drive and the eagerness of your students to prove themselves to someone who's real interest in 'giving back' to the business means taking niave kid's money...doesn't really impress me at all."

The camera pulls back, Payne holding the P©X title in his right hand.

Payne - "A little suffering does the mind wonders Krusher. I've spent most of my career suffering in other places. Crooked promoters, shady angles, and more than enough shady politics and business deals gone bad. All of it has molded me into what and who I am today. The P©X Champion. Again, you dewll on your past accomplishments as if that's going to save you when we meet in Birmingham this week. You cling to the notion that you can hold up and earn some glory at my expense. And you bring the tired old cliche of the finishing move that no one has kicked out of since Ed 'Strangler' Lewis invented a hiptoss back in 1921."

Payne slings the P©X over his shoulder.

Payne - "Cling to your past. Embrace it. Love it. Cherish it. Cause after Birmingham, it's all your going to have left to comfort you. It's all you're going to be left with to cling to. The notion that at one time you might have been someone, somewhere. But in this moment, you are nothing more than another victim, another bump in the story of Jason Payne."

Payne slowly walks out of shot, with the camera panning upwards to show the broken down front of the old wrestling school as we FTB.

 

[ChiHawks76]

Re: P©X Championship: Krusher v Payne (c)

(FADE IN: Birmingham-Jefferson County Coliseum. The arena is empty, save for a lone figure sitting in the front row. It's less than 48 hours to Unplugged and the ring has already been set up. KING KRUSHER arrived in Birmingham this morning and made the rounds of autograph signings and local radio and TV appearances all day before heading here to the arena. It is him that sits by himself, thinking deeply about the upcoming event. As the camera gets closer, he turns and speaks)

KING KRUSHER: Sometimes it's nice to get here early and get the lay of the land. I'm picking out the different parts of the arena that I'm going to drag my opponent during the beating of his life. I'm envisioning the roar of the crowd, the adulation of the fans, as I expect this place to be sold out for Unplugged. The more eyes the better to witness the next step in my big return to the ring.

(K.K. stands up and walks slowly across the row as the camera follows)

K.K.: Payne, NOBODY asked you for any sympathy. When I referred to what my students have gone through, it had absolutely nothing to do with wrestling. Without getting too personal, some of those guys have come from a world that you can only imagine in your worst nightmares. Inner city kids that have witnessed family members shot and killed, drug abuse, child abuse, you name it...they've been through it. They came to me for a release and a path out of the circle of violence. Yes, wrestling is a violent sport but what they do at my school is a lot more civil and controlled than what they see in their own neighborhood. They came to me with dreams and a chance at stardom. Some may get there, some won't. The bottom line is that I lost what little respect I had left for you after that childish and ridiculously unfunny comment you made. But enough about that, I'm not going to beat a dead horse. You've already proven that you have no class, now it's time to prove that you have no heart.

(K.K. climbs over the railing and rolls into the ring. He grabs the ropes and tests their flexibility and continues to talk without looking at the camera as he inspects the ring)

K.K.: You say I dwell in the past? Sure, I've been known to tell a war story or two in my day, but when you have the resume I do, it's kinda hard to keep it to myself. This little match that we're going to have is going to be held under extreme rules if I understand correctly. Well you're looking at a former NGEN Mr. Vicious Champion and MFL Street Champion...two titles that represented HARDCORE WRESTLING before the term even existed. I learned a long time ago how to survive in these types of battles and experience is the trump card I hold over you. Yeah, I'm sure you've had your head dropped through enough flaming tables wrapped in barbed wire to last you a lifetime, but performing stunts for a bunch of spot vampires is an entirely different thing. There's no doubt you're a tough guy, but I'm SMARTER than you, Payne. Rather than hit you with every piece of furniture in the building like a common street thug, I'm going to make you beat YOURSELF. I've been in the game too long to not know when mistakes happen and when to take advantage of them. You're going to screw up somewhere along the line, and I'll be right there to take full advantage of it and put you away for the three count and walk away with your title. And there ain't gonna be a damn thing you can do about it when you're staring up at the lights wondering when the feeling will come back to your neck after the slingshot brainbuster. Yeah, Payne, NO ONE has ever kicked out of my finisher. I state that as a FACT, not as a "cliche" to insult your intelligence, what little that you may possess.

(K.K. steps up to the ring ropes and looks straight down at the camera)

K.K.: This could have been different, Payne. We could have went into this match as respectful competitors just looking to put on a great show for the fans. But then you went and PISSED ME OFF. And that's the last thing anybody of sane mind should do so close to bell time! Take a good long look at that P©X Title, give it a kiss and a hug if you need to, and say your final goodbyes. Because that strap ain't leaving Birmingham unless it's around my waist! And THAT, my friend.....SUCKS FOR YOU!

(FADEOUT)