At an autograph signing, Payne relaxes for a moment in a chair, laying his head back. The hectic schedule of doing promotional appearances, video vignettes, interviews and such having caught up to Payne for a moment as he drifts into sleep. Everything goes dark, when suddenly, Payne finds himself standing on a bluff, surrounded by valleys of fire. Just below him, what seems to be millions upon millions of.....creatures would be the best term. Bodies everywhere, charred, burned, broken, crawling and grasping at each other. More fire appears throughout until all that can be seen are valleys of fire, and a limitless amount of ghastly bodies, all climbing and clawing over one another. The sky filled with dark clouds, with low thunder barely echoing across the vastness over the sound of the roaring fire, and the moaning bodies. From nowhere, a voice calls.
"JASON PAYNE!"
It was impossible to turn towards the sound of the voice, as it seemed to come from everywhere, but as Payne turned around, across a sea of burning, foul smelling bodies stood a stone pulpit that was not there a few seconds before. Upon the pulpit stood a black demon with silver veined wings. Eyes of crimson fire stared at Payne intently. Payne turned fully towards the demon, eying him curiously. The demon lifted a massive arm and pointed a crooked finger at Payne.
Demon - "I have watched you for a long time Jason Payne. And while I confess myself pleased at some of the things you have done, I now find myself filled with an almost undigestable contempt towards you, and how you carry yourself. Your utter failures as a professional wrestler resonate even here within the deepest bowels of hell. You stand now with a chance in your hands to ascertain a championship, something you've held, if only but briefly. I ask of you, what say you in regards to your utter failure?"
Payne studied the demon as he spoke, neither reacting, or showing any emotion whatsoever. The only thing discernable from his face was a slow sneer that was born on his lip and grew the longer the demon talked. At his question, Payne's sneer turned into more a smirk as he answered in a booming voice to match the demon's.
Payne - "Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass what you..."
Payne gestures to the sea of writhing bodies.
Payne - "...or your faggot fire orgy, think about my wrestling career, and what may or may not have happened. You aren't the one going in every night and sacrificing your body for something you eat, live, and breathe. You are not the one that has to endure, the things I've had to endure. Thieves, backstabbing, deceitful men. All things you admire oh so very much. I've walked the path with your kind, and it has gotten me nowhere! And so now, I forge my own path, shape my own destiny, as I shall in Omaha when I face Problem Child, and become Cameron Cruise's tag-team partner."
A low thunder rumbles throughout this place, and slowly builds into uproarious laughter from the demon. Holding it's stomach, it's laughter shaking the ground.
Demon - "You imbecile! You think you stand a chance of defeating Problem Child, and becoming one half of the tag-team champions? You couldn't even hold on to your P©X title past one match. You think you have a shot at being Cruise's tag partner? You couldn't even deal with him at the Masquerade Battle Royal."
Payne chuckles himself as he looks on.
Payne - "Try me, cupcake."
The demon snarls, and raises his hands skyward. The bodies in the pit below that had been crawling, moaning all over each other suddenly spring to life, and leap up onto the cliff with Payne. Payne begins attacking his assailants, but they continue to pour over continously. Like a flood of charred humanity Payne soon finds himself engulfed and overwhelmed. On his pulpit, the demon is heard cackling with evil laughter. After a few moments, like a human ocean, the bodies recede from the bluff and Payne is nowhere to be seen. Slowly, the bodies return to thier former state, moaning and clawing thier way atop one another in the pit below the pulpit.
The demon laughs one last laugh, and slowly turns from the pit. When he does, a low rumble is heard behind him. Stopping, he turns slightly towards the source. It's coming from the pit. It builds and builds until suddenly, with a mighty roar, bodies are strewn every direction. In the middle of it all is Jason Payne, wading through the bodies and onto the pulpit. Covered in cuts, bruises and a mixture of blood and Lord only knows what else was in that pit, Payne crawls onto the pulpit. The demon turns and meets him halfway, thrusting a clawed hand towards Payne's neck. Payne grabs the demon's wrist, and slowly twists the demon's arm, driving it to it's knees in pain.
Payne - "I have a message I want you to deliver. It's to your boss. You tell him, I don't plan on ruling Hell in such filth, so when I come here again, make sure he cleans this **** up!"
As Payne finishes his sentence, he yanks the demon's arm, and flips it past him, into the pit. When the demon lands on the bodies, they spring to life and just as they did with Payne before, they swarm it and overwhelm it. After a few moments, there is no evidence of where the demon stood. Payne stands there for a minute surveying his surroundings. Suddenly, another voice cries out.
"Payne!"
Jason turns towards the source, but finds nothing. Seeing nothing he looks everywhere. He hears the voice again.
"Payne! Mr. Payne!"
His world slowly begins caving in on him. The voices of the bodies in the pits below begin to fade, the roar of the fire begins to silence. The light of the flame begins to fade and eventually go out.
Back at the autograph signing, Payne slowly comes to. Looking around, he finds a representative of WFW:NE calling his name. Getting up slowly he dusts himself off and straightens out his clothes. The rep is going over details of the schedule for the day as Payne kind of pays attention.
Rep - "Mr. Payne are you ok?"
Payne looks at the guy.
Payne - "Yeah. For some reason I had this weird dream where I was in Hell...or it could have been the orgy where Problem Child was conceived for all I know."
FTB