Post by Jon Payne on May 20, 2007 8:40:56 GMT -5
The following was posted on HouseOfPayne.com earlier today:
So...here's where we stand folks. We have ourselves a "war" going on in this business now. Four kingdoms that "rule the land", each trying to one up the other. Most people round these parts don't give a rats ass about what's going on in the world outside of the only promotion that matters nowadays, but I do.
And you know why I do? You. Yeah you know who you are. I know how you have sleepless nights, I know how you train ever so vigorously, tweaking, honing, fine tuning your craft. I know how much you wanna call yourself the best in the world, but can't because you haven't beaten me in a match that matters.
You've needed a windshield of a limo, and arena full of your cronies and the help of...oh god, Kurt Angle, Goldberg and Mike freaking Kid softening me up to knock me down, but every time there's been no outside influence..who's come out on top?
Yeah...me. It just burns your butter doesn't it. The fact that you train and train, you wrestle and wrestle, but in the back of your mind that title you walk around with (champion of your own fed, how sad, just can't let anyone else get the spotlight can you?) pails in comparison to the sheer satisfaction you have been able to finally say that you beat Jon Payne one-on-one in a wrestling ring.
You name the time and the place, and I'll give you the chance. Off the books, off the record, just you and me, one more time...Detroit's Finest...against you.
You know me well enough to know that there won't be any outside influence either. Pantheon was one thing, this is a whole new ballgame. I don't need anyone else's "help" to beat an opponent, especially you, I think that's been proven already many times over. Remember that sparring match when I beat in you in like...3 minutes? Yeah, you might be different player from then, but so am I...and that's the point.
No matter how good you think you are, someone out there is always going to be little better. You have your maker. He's standing right here, and he wants to give you one final shot at satisfaction...TRUE satisfaction. I can only imagine the gloating you be doing if you come up lucky and get win. Whatever makes you happy, it's all about you nowadays huh, champ? I mean...you're "untouchable" right?
Wrong. You're just another set of "W"s in my W-L record. This isn't about me at all, well maybe not entirely. Maybe a match like this will finally give your sad show some ratings, huh? Think of the buy rates-I know your *ahem* boss gets off on those doesn't she? Hell, I'll even drive over to Cobo and step into your ring, drink your water no matter much it might drug me and still wind up taking a chunk out of you like nobody has ever done before, cuz that's how I roll...but you'd want me at my best.
That's how you'd get me...then you'll know if all that hard work you've been putting in has paid off. Or not.
Oh...and while your at it, bring Starr along with you. I gotta bone to pick with him.
So...here's where we stand folks. We have ourselves a "war" going on in this business now. Four kingdoms that "rule the land", each trying to one up the other. Most people round these parts don't give a rats ass about what's going on in the world outside of the only promotion that matters nowadays, but I do.
And you know why I do? You. Yeah you know who you are. I know how you have sleepless nights, I know how you train ever so vigorously, tweaking, honing, fine tuning your craft. I know how much you wanna call yourself the best in the world, but can't because you haven't beaten me in a match that matters.
You've needed a windshield of a limo, and arena full of your cronies and the help of...oh god, Kurt Angle, Goldberg and Mike freaking Kid softening me up to knock me down, but every time there's been no outside influence..who's come out on top?
Yeah...me. It just burns your butter doesn't it. The fact that you train and train, you wrestle and wrestle, but in the back of your mind that title you walk around with (champion of your own fed, how sad, just can't let anyone else get the spotlight can you?) pails in comparison to the sheer satisfaction you have been able to finally say that you beat Jon Payne one-on-one in a wrestling ring.
You name the time and the place, and I'll give you the chance. Off the books, off the record, just you and me, one more time...Detroit's Finest...against you.
You know me well enough to know that there won't be any outside influence either. Pantheon was one thing, this is a whole new ballgame. I don't need anyone else's "help" to beat an opponent, especially you, I think that's been proven already many times over. Remember that sparring match when I beat in you in like...3 minutes? Yeah, you might be different player from then, but so am I...and that's the point.
No matter how good you think you are, someone out there is always going to be little better. You have your maker. He's standing right here, and he wants to give you one final shot at satisfaction...TRUE satisfaction. I can only imagine the gloating you be doing if you come up lucky and get win. Whatever makes you happy, it's all about you nowadays huh, champ? I mean...you're "untouchable" right?
Wrong. You're just another set of "W"s in my W-L record. This isn't about me at all, well maybe not entirely. Maybe a match like this will finally give your sad show some ratings, huh? Think of the buy rates-I know your *ahem* boss gets off on those doesn't she? Hell, I'll even drive over to Cobo and step into your ring, drink your water no matter much it might drug me and still wind up taking a chunk out of you like nobody has ever done before, cuz that's how I roll...but you'd want me at my best.
That's how you'd get me...then you'll know if all that hard work you've been putting in has paid off. Or not.
Oh...and while your at it, bring Starr along with you. I gotta bone to pick with him.
