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Mark Payne Vs Snakebite; Singles Match
Topic Started: Feb 4 2008, 06:41 PM (115 Views)
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I always knew I'd be back in this ring, someday. It was everyone else who doubted me. Wrestling fans who went to independent shows that I performed at, knew me, but Prime Time TV never worked for me. I wanted it to, but I never got to stay on long. I blame it on Highlander, and his posse, from way back when. The fans may have not thought that I would become HcW World Heavyweight Champion, but the Champion at the time knew that I could....

When I finally made it to television, I was kicking HcW's ass. I was soon put into a tournament called the King of Kings, and I won that tournament. It was a trophy I set next to a picture of me holding the UWF AMMO Television Championship, that I won in an independent wrestling company. We didn't get replicas of the belts there, or anything, so that picture is all I have. But regardless, I got to keep that trophy from HcW. And above all else, I'm the only one to have ever held such a trophy.

The thing about that trophy was, at the Pay-Per View after I won it, the winner would face the World Champ. Obviously that winner was me, and I'm sure you've realized that Champ was Highlander. But before I could ever make it to the Pay-Per View to fight him, I was attacked in the parking lot by him and his goons, and put on the shelf.

Highlander had always been at the top of HcW, because he used his brain more than he used any wrestling skills. It made me smile when the new guys took his old ass out. I'm not gonna go after my revenge. I'm not going to fuck up my reign this time around. I'll just wait until HcW Management decides they're ready to see me in the ring with him. And when that day comes, Highlander will meet his grave.


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Lance Mikes and Mr. Greeney wouldn't let me come to the arena, this past Monday, cause they wanted me to be a surprise. I sort of signed the dotted line a little late, and they claimed they couldn't fit me into the show. But whatever..... Lance Mikes and Mr. Greeney never were good at making great business decisions to begin with.

Matter of fact, Mr. Greeney is probably the dumbest motherfucker I know, that owns a huge wrestling company. The success of HcW is credited to him, but fuck that! He had nothing to do with HcW's "success". The only good thing he ever did was come up wih the name, and use his money to create the damn place. That's ALL he ever did.

But nonetheless, I had to meet up wih the faggot, today. I sat in his stylish office, as I waited for his slow ass to enter the room, so we could talk "business".


Snakebite: It's about damn time. Did you have to take a shit?

Mr. Greeney walked into his office, with a coffee in hand, as he sat at his desk, in front of me.

Mr. Greeney: I had to get some coffee.

Snakebite: It's 3 in the afternoon, and it doesn't take that damn long to pour you some fucking coffee.

Of coarse, Mr. Greeney is the most friendliest man in the world, behind the scenes, so argueing wasn't one of his hobbies. He just simply smiled at everything I said.

Mr. Greeney: Have a seat, Snakey.

I was already sitting in one of the two chairs in front of his desk...

Snakebite: I'm already sittig down, jackass.

Mr. Greeney: Good. Now.... let's get down to business.

See what I mean? He's retarded.

Mr. Greeney: How did you like the promo we put together for you on Hell?

Snakebite: I made that video on Windows Movie Maker, on my laptop.....

Mr. Greeney: Right. And it worked. I already knew you were coming, and the video still shocked me! It was huge!

Snakebite: So are my balls, but can we get to the serious stuff. When am I going to get another shot at the World Title?

Mr. Greeney took a long drink of his coffee, as he stared at me, all serious and shit. He thought he was so professional.

Mr. Greeney: Well Snakey, no one s....

Snakebite: Don't give me nicknames.

Mr. Greeney: I've always called you Snakey.

Snakebite: Stop.

There was an awkward silence.

Mr. Greeney: Well, what do I call you?

Snakebite: Daddy.

Mr. Greeney: I'm not going to call you "daddy".

Snakebite: Then shut the fuck up.

I stood up, so I could give my presentation on where I thought my character should go in HcW. I new my wrestling skills wouldn't fail me, so I was more than confident. I paced around the room, as I talked.

Snakebite: This is how it's going to happen, Glen. This week you guys have me against Mark Payne. I watched his webcast promos online, and I saw his match. He's a hardcore guy, but his head is so far up his ass, it will be easy to take him out. Therefore, all my hype will be taken seriously.

I giggle a little bit, at my fantastic idea.

Snakebite: So you give me Salty the following week. Hopefully he wins his next match, too, and everyone will be on Salty's dick. Everyone will be all in love with the cute little faggot, kinda like Eugene in WWE. So bamn!

I slam my hand down on Greeney's desk, as he jumps. I then start pacing again.

Snakebite: I take that son of a bitch out. Then I got all the heat in the world on me. The following week you give me one of the females, and I beat her worst than I've beaten any wrestler in my wrestling career. I bloody her up, and everything. Real sick shit. People are gonna hate my fucking guts.

I place both hands on Greeney's desk, as I look him in the eyes.

Snakebite: That's when HcW's hero steps in. The good guy with all the fan support. The man everyone wants to see wear the HcW World Heavyweight Championship. We get set up for the Pay-Per View for the World Title, and of coarse, I'ma whoop his ass.

I stand up straight, closing my eyes, as I imagine the ratings.

Snakebite: I finally win the big one.....

Everything is silent again, as Mr. Greeney doesn't know what to say. But who gives a fuck? No one wants to hear him talk anyways. I take a seat, again, as I look at Greeney.

Snakebite: So what do you think?

Mr. Greeney puts on a smile that could sell toothpaste, so I knew he was about to try to sweet talk me, like he always tries to do.

Mr. Greeney: I believe you'll beat Mark Payne. But you gotta think.... did you see what he did last week, after he lost? He's not going to lose, again. He's looking for vengeance. And Snakey, you're his next opponent.....

I stared at Greeney with fire in my eyes. Was he fucking serious? Mark Payne is a blessing for me to be my first opponent, back. He'll be my easy bake oven. So I slammed my fists down on Greeney's desk, as I got extrememly loud.

Snakebite: Mark Payne is his own hype! Not even the fans fall into his bullshit. I have beaten people that Mark Payne inspires to be. He is nothing more than a jobber for me to assure a clean debut. Do you fucking understand me?!

Mr. Greeney forces his smile to stay on his face, but under that mask was anger. Mr. Greeney may have been a nice guy on the outside, but inside he didn't like to be disrespected. He just tried so hard to hide it, because of the simple fact that he hated drama.

Mr. Greeney: You're right. But as for your idea..... it just can't happen. HcW has closed too many times. We're going to make damn sure it lasts this time around. And sorry, but Snake...... you're lucky we even chanced taking you back, after the injuries you substained years ago. There's no way you're 100%. I watched that video at least a million times. I'm shocked you're even alive, today. You will have to prove through more than one match that you are gonna be able to last.

Wow. He didn't think I was healthy enough to compete?

Snakebite: I'm not fucking Ric Flair! I'm not fucking Zach Gowen! I'm not Keven fucking Nash. I am Snakebite! And Glen...... if you don't wanna believe that, then you just watch what happens this Monday Night when I do to Mark Payne what you watched Highlander to me on tape a million times, you son of a bitch!

I stormed out of Greeney's office, slamming the door behind me, as Greeney rested his head on his hands, as he let out a big sigh. People still doubted that I was healthy enough to compete? People still think my career is over? Fuck that! They will see.
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The scene opens up in the ghettos of Detroit where Mark Payne can be found sitting with his top trainer and best friend his buddy Evander. The two can be seen wearing the usual look for that particular neighborhood...Baggy Jeans, Payne's slightly torn up at the knees and black, Evander's nice and a light blue...Payne is sporting a Dark Lotus Jersey and a black bandana with a tilted psychopathic records hat. Evander is wearing a baggy black T-shirt, several silver chains hanging on his neck, silver rings on his fingers..Payne lights up a blunt looking like he's still in a pissed mood, if not an even worse one then before...Evander looks at him and shakes his head with a sigh then a small chuckle...

Evander: Damnit brotha', it was just an upset...Seems the week was full of 'em, but the point is dawg you gotta keep on going...Use this as motivation to put this Snakebite joke in his place. The kid's got a big mouth and a pretty cocky attitude, you've plowed through punks like this before man. Do it again, ya feel me? We're going to go into this thing a whole hell of a lot more prepared and you'll be able to show the whole damn world what you're capable of here in HCW...Right?

Payne sighs and rolls his massive sholders before giving Evander a smirk and a nod, he arches his brow and hits the blunt rather tough before taking a drink of a gatorade. Evander seems fixed on his homie, trying to figure out what the big man is thinking...Several of Detroit's ghetto scumbags either toss Payne a glare and a couple pissed off words about his loss, or a small cheer and a couple words of confidence...Finally Payne hits the blunt a few more times before looking at Evander to talk..

Payne: Alright man, I feel ya....This week I gotta take this arrogant punk and show him whose who here in HCW, he may have been a legend before man...But I gotta redeem myself to my fans bro. I don't want them thinking that I've lost that intensity that I've always brought before, like what happened after the match...See, it's time to unleash Evan, time to show the locker room who the next big thing really is.

Evan chuckles and pats Payne on the back before taking his blunt, taking a fatty fat rip himself. He looks at Payne who seems as confident as he always does pulls out a cigarette to replace the now stolen blunt.

Evan: Alright bro, this kid is about as big as you are physically, but he looks like one of those wannabe bad-ass, preppy kids. You know the type, mommy and daddy paid for training, so now he thinks he's some sorta badass...What we're gunna have you do is hit the gym for eight hours a day until the show. You may not like it bro, but we're going to make sure you've got this kid under wraps. I'm personally looking forward to him figuring out what it means to be just anotha' victom. See kid, what ya wanna do this week is show him the technical tactics before you unleash on him with the fists and elbows. Once you've got him softened up, top him off with some power moves and if at all possible MAKE HIM TAP!

Evan snatches the cigarette and hands the unusually calm Payne back the blunt. Payne hits it with a contemplative look in his blood-shot eyes. The two watch a cop with his lights on quickly race past, followed by another, then another. Payne rolls his sholders, his dread locks hanging out from under his hat. He smirks thinking about the arrogant Snakebite and each of the cocky little comments he made in regards to him. He hits the blunt again and lets the smoke roll out his nose...Evander looks apprahensive about Payne's unusually cool and calm attitude, especially after having lost a match....

Payne: Alright Evan, listen to me alright...I don't know who Snakebite is, nor do I really care. I just know he's supposed to be some sort of bad-ass, some sort of tough motha' fucka'...But his arrogance is going to get the best of him, now I know he likes to be called Daddy but I'm gunna call him worm. See, he's not going to intimidate Glenn into fucking me over, and if he tries he'll be the one calling me Daddy after I physically assault him and abuse him during our match...I'll take out those bum knees of his with a whole arsenal of moves he's never even seen. I'll take his head and drive my knee into his weak skull over and over until he's a crimson mask of his own blood....Management wants me to prove myself, well shit...I'll just have to do that this week. I could give a fuck less about his Homo Ballas or his Faggot Clique, cause when I come through town all of his groupies wanna suck my dick...My true fans know what to expect this week and I will deliver in brutal fashion. You know me better then anyone Evan, and when I'm backed into a corner...I fight.

Evan gives his friend a nod and a grin...He pats Payne on the sholder and gives him a nod of understanding then they swap the blunt and the cigarette again...Evan looks thoughtful for a moment and then looks back to Payne.

Evan: So tell me man, after we deal with this Snakebitch, I mean Snakebite...What do we do next?

Payne shrugs and inhales deep from the cigarette and seems to really ponder this question, the smoke pouring from his mouth and nose.. He finally breaks into a grin and tilts his head to the side, his manner turning from cool and cold into one of a rebellious smart-ass...

Payne: Well man...I suppose once all is said and done, the bell is rang, the blood is shed, the damn deal is said and done...My suggestion is we pick up an ounce of some herb, an 8-ball of some snow, and we throw a little party back at the hotel. See man, it's time to let the real Payne-O-Mac show..uKw's lil bastard, NWA:FTW's Unstoppable Force, and PWX's Nightmare has just become HCW's Next Generation...I wonder how the board of directors feels about that...See, personally...I'm sick of seeing wrestlers around the circuit who cry, piss, bitch and moan about their personal lives and turn wrestling into a soap opera. I'm about to bring back what it means to be a psycho in the ring, win or lose...Snakeboy, you're going to feel like you've been run over by a train by the time I'm done with you.
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He had to something to say. Mark Payne. It's funny because I always remembered jobbers just keeping their mouths closed, and letting people like me walk all over them. That's how it used to be in the wrestling business. But I guess things have changed since I've been gone. Just like one day women finally got the right to vote in the United States, one day jobbers were given the right to talk a little shit.

I stood by with my former commentary partner Al Locker. Al Locker has been commentating for HcW since it very first opened in 1999. During the begining of my injury from Highlander, that took me out of wrestling for what a lot of people thought was good, I joined the commentary team. By no means are me and Al friends, but we knew each other, that's for sure. Al Locker stood by to give me an interview that would be put on HcW.com. The camera guy said it was time, so we went ahead and started up this little promo.


Al Locker: I am standing by with the only King of Kings in HcW history...... Snakebite. A lot of people didn't think he would ever step foot in a ring, again, but this Monday we will witness what we thought was impossible. Snakebite returns to the ring looking to gain respect back from each one of the people who doubted him.

Fuck that. I cut my little buddy off.

Snakebite: Fuck that. I ain't tryna gain anyone's respect. You think I give a fuck what anyone thinks about me? Never have, never will. Get ya mind right, Al.

Al was a little shocked by my interuption, but being as I'm three times his size, he didn't do anything about it. Smart choice.

Al Locker: Sorry. But nonetheless, Snakebite will return to the ring this Monday, after over three years. So we all wanna know..... how are you feeling, Snakebite?

Snakebite: How am I feeling? I'm feeling like Mark Payne is going to feel "some pain."

Al Locker kind of looked at me stupid, like what I said was corny, but I didn't care. I kept talking.

Snakebite: Ya see, Mark.... you're a jobber. I'm guessing times have changed, but in the old days, people like you just kept their trap shut, and let people like me whoop their ass all over the ring. Why? To help our status. It's all business. You got your top guys, you got your mid-carders, and you got your jobbers. It's quite simple. When the top guys aren't in a fued, to keep their status high, you put them up against jobbers, so theu don't whoop other people who have a great status in the company's ass.

Al Locker: In the company's ass?

I was five seconds from sticking Al in a locker, but I withheld my anger.

Snakebite: No! Not in the company's ass, you jackfuck. Pay attention, and keep your mouth closed. I'm talking.

I shook my head, as I looked back into the camera.

Snakebite: You wanna be the standout jobber. Fine. Be that. But no matter what, you will be my first victem, in my new run in HcW.

I looked at Al Locker.

Snakebite: Did you see this clown's webcast that's on HcW.com?

Al Locker: Sure have.

Snakebite: Gay.

I looked back into the camera.

Snakebite: This guy is a crackhead juggalo. Ya see, Al, people THINK I'm on crack, but this guy is actually ON crack. Watching his rp was like watching Undertaker's entrance on Smackdown!. The whole scene was filled with smoke. Wait..... can I mention Undertaker?

Al Locker: Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.

Snakebite: K. Anyways, this freaky motherfucker was trying to sound all tough, smoking on a little "summin' summin'". Bitch, that shit don't scare me. You're a fucking jobber! Learn your fucking place. You can smoke all the weed you want, but at Hell this Monday, I'ma smoke you!

Al Locker: Alright. Who do you think will win this Monday?

Al read off the screen in front of us, which was behind the camera. I couldn't really slap him in the back of his head, like I wanted to, because I understood he was just doing his job.

Wait.... who am I kidding. WHAP! I slapped his stupid ass upside the head.

Snakebite: Are you on the same shit Mark Payne is on?

I shook my head, yet again, as I looked back into the camera.

Snakebite: Listen closely, Payne..... you won't be doing any celebrating after our match, because I'm going to whoop your ICP loving ass all over that ring. But no worries, you and I both know that doesn't mean anything. You're a pothead. And potheads smoke and do drugs regardless of their mood. How do they celebrate a memorable moment? Get high. How do they deal with stress? Get high. No matter what, at the end of the day, people like you are going to get high.

I pushed Al Locker out of the camera, as I hogged all the spotlight.

Snakebite: The only favor I ask, Payne..... is that when it's time for me and you to square off..... please, and I mean PLEASE...... make sure you're sober, so as I whoop your wannabe psychopathic ass all over that ring, you'll be straight enough to know exactly what is happening. And then, and only THEN..... will you finally learn your place here in HcW; the jobber!

My voice got a little aggressive as I spoke, so not only would Mark hear what I had to say, but he could understand what I had to say. The truth was, Mark Payne is nothing but talk. His rolemodels are people who paint their faces like they are clowns. Why? Because that's exactly what people like him are; clowns. People like him enjoy pain, and grew up with vegetables for parents. People like him smoke blunts for breakfast, while normal people eat a bowl of cereal.

Mark Payne has already done enough drugs to not even know who he is, or where he was, anymore. It only made sense that he didn't know he was nothing more than a jobber, in HcW, to get other wrestler's over. I guess Salty didn't teach him a well enough lesson last week, after his victory over him. Well, that's fine, because Salty is just exiting the jobber world. He's just finally becoming a superstar in HcW. He's been a jobber his whole career. Thing is..... I've never been a jobber. Matter of fact, I'm a motherfucking veteran. And you Mark Payne..... you are a jobber. And this Monday, I'm going to show your dreadlock wearing ass just that. Stay in your place, or be put in your place. Either way, I'm walking out with another victory to add to my career.

And that's just how it is......
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The scene opens up with Mark 'The Next Generation' Payne working out inside of a local gym, his usual type too. The interior is scummy with grey concrete floors and walls, classic weight sets, punching bags, and the works...None of that Bowflex shit in here. Payne is working the bench press in a pair of black, slightly torn, longshorts. He is shirtless with black tape around his hands and wrists as he benches an amazing four hundred pounds with veins popping out of his arms, neck, and the sides of his face...Standing around him is an eager crew of young athletes who are amazed at his performance on the bench, behind him, spotting him is his best friend, personal trainer, and former tag-team partner Evander. Sweat drips from the face of Payne and his muscles ache and burn...Yet he continues to push himself to do just another, then another more, then just one more...

Evander: Jesus Payne-O, take it easy man! You've already done over fifty reps on four hundred pounds! If you're not careful bro you're going to wear yourself out before we even get to Hell this week. C'mon man, it's time for a break...

Payne answers with a grunt as he presses the bar up and down another four times before finally setting the bar back on the rack and laying there for a moment. One of his younger fans brings him a bottle of water which he takes a deep drink of before finally sitting up, wiping the sweat off of his face with a white towl...He then looks to the group with the smirk of a saddist on his face. He flexes his buldging sholders and his massive abs...Taking another drink of water he swollows it then lights up a cigarette...

Payne: Shit man...I'm just doing what I always do...See, I could be out at the arena shooting promo's about who I am and what a little bitch Snakebite is..But I'd rather be training. I could talk shit about his trend as a preppy, snobbish, cracked out weirdo...But I'd much rather keep it where it's supposed to be, within the ring..

Payne inhales from his cigarette with a hint of sarcasm stuck on his face, radiating from his eyes...Evan smirks knowing that his buddy is about to go off on this Snakebitch and own him with some verbal skills, those mic skills before ripping him apart inside of the squared circle...

Payne: See....It seems that Snakeboy want's to label me as HCW's Jobber. That's a title I'll take and roll with, because you see Snakey...The best way to get into the mind of a motha' fucka' like you is to let you feel superior, let you feel like you're somebody special...Then rip you down off of that throne you've claimed and show you some facts. Look at you Snakeboy, you're best accomplishments are about to mean jack shit this week...I'm going to snort a few lines of some cocaine, smoke a few blunts, and then once we're inside of that ring you'll witness the evolution of the jobber to the main eventor! While you've been walking around blasting your mouth off like you're a somebody I've been doing what a real athlete does and that's train...I'm more then ready for you snakey, I'm more then ready to humiliate you in the ring this week and show you what happens when you play with gasoline and matches...Bitch you get burned.

Evander lights up a cigarette of his own and pats Payne on the sholder, the young athletes around the two cheer and talk amongst themselves. Payne flexes his massive arms with a look of disrespect slapped across his mug. He inhales the cigarette and spits in the direction of the camera, obviously aimed in the direction of Snakebite if he's watching the broadcast..

Evander: Just keep focused Payne, remember the game plan for this week...Pace yourself and wait for an opening to truly inflict the damage you're known to inflict. Who does Snakebitch think he is, talking about a future hall of famer like you how he has man?

Payne shrugs and inhales from the cigarette again...His mind swimming in thoughts of the following monday. He takes another drink of water, his dreads hanging in his face slightly...

Payne: Believe me bro, I know the plan...But I just wanna point out to Snakebite though that after he's shown what's what in the ring he'll need to reflect. What could he have done to beat me? Perhaps instead of some low budget interview where he's spit some of the most generic lines I've ever heard he'll take the time to train, and train, and motha fuckin' train. Perhaps rather then do what all yall preppy kid's do and run your mouth about ICP, like you're some kind of middle-schooler you'll take the time to learn about your opponents and study...See Snakey, you're not shit brotha. You're just some punk ass little boy whose about to be shown that it doesn't matter where you've been it matters where you're going...How are you going to be able to cope with being beat down on by a drug addict? A Juggalo? A Scrub? How can your ego let you handle being devestated in the ring by a true warrior of the ring, not one of the mic? See son, you're trippin' if you think you've even got a chance...

Payne's eyes narrow as he brings the promo to a wrap up...

Payne: Listen to these words well Snake, listen to what I base my career off of and maybe gain some knowledge rather then just run your mouth...Never Lay Down, Never Say Die, Never Tap Out...This week mate, quite plain and simply...The hype you bring isn't wasted, it's going to be one hell of a hype when a "jobber" like me takes down The Big Bad Snake. Know about it, bitch.
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