Post by Μyster Controversy™ on Jul 7, 2008 20:48:02 GMT -5
The cage had been lifted back up to the ceiling above. The smoke had cleared. Much to the dismay of Brandon Payne. O'Dell came out the victor. Payne put up a good fight, but for the 3rd time. Brandon failed to get the job done.
Was this a joke ??
I'm an Elite... there's no way I can be beaten like this ??
Tell me why... why am I being treated like a clown ??
What is it ?? Am I too overconfident ?? Are my abilities finally starting to decline ?? I just can't understand it... its maddening !
He thought to himself.
Payne pulled himself up off the mat. Then proceeded to walk back towards the dressing room area. He was given an ice pack for his neck. But quickly tossed it aside. Wanting no help from anyone.
Upon going behind the stage curtains. Payne is quickly approached by Overload backstage correspondent Joe Beakman. Oh boy, this should be interesting.
Joe: Brandon....Brandon wait ! I want a quick word with you sir if I may ?
Brandon gives him the 'death' look...Payne immediately pictured O'Dell's head on Beakman's body and went in for the kill.
Brandon runs up and grabs Beakman by the shirt, yelling at him:
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR GAMES BEAKMAN. IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING UNDER MY SKIN. I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, GOT IT !?
Joe: Y-Yesss sir.
Brandon relinquishes Joe from his clutches:
Good, proceed !
Joe: Sooo, Brandon Payne.... how does it feel to get beaten to a pulp for the third straight week ? I know that your blood pressure has to be sky high. Your blood is boiling with anger. Yes...I can see it in your eyes. Not only did Scott make your look like a joke once again. But now, even your little girlfriend is going to see just how big of a loser you really are Payne.
A quick smirk comes across Payne's face...
First of all... leave Lauren out of this. This has nothing to do with her. This situation is between myself and O'Dell. Got It ? On that note, me and Lauren are only friends...nothing more.
But since you brought it up. You know, I think I was being a bit too rough with ya earlier. And well... I just want to apologize.
A puzzled look comes across Beakman's face.
Joe: Sure... um, apology accepted....I guess
.
Yeah... I think what I should've done a few seconds ago... was knock your ass out where you stand !
Joe: WHAT !?
Brandon hauls off and knocks the shit out of Joe Beakman. He hits the floor pretty hard after one good stiff right punch to the jaw. From there, Payne grabs the mic out of Beakman's hand. Giving one kick to the gut for good measure. Then carries on..
Scott ? Listen up, and listen good ! Tonight, you came out there and said this was my quote unquote "Last Stand" ? Read my lips...
FUCK YOUR LAST STAND !!!
The crowd watching on in the arena begins to erupt into a chorus of cheers.
My 'last stand' will be the day someone puts a bullet through my skull. Cause you see, this isn't over yet by a long shot. I'll give you credit. You beat me at my best. To say my best tonight wasn't good enough ? Obviously, it wasn't.
But what you have done here tonight is show me my limitations as a fighter. For that, I thank you. Because now, I am more motivated then ever to improve my skills to ascend to my rightful throne as the best of the best !
From here, I'm going to go back to the drawing board and train. Brush up on my skills. Because the next time we meet. Your going to wish you never pissed me off !
Brag all you want. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. You can't kill whats not your creation boy.
Point blank Scottie my boy... your a DEADMAN !
Crowd erupts into a frenzy as BP closes things up with his signature catchphrase.
...Book Closed...
...End of Story...
...Deal With It...
Brandon tosses the microphone down and proceeds to make his way down to his locker room. Security and paramedics begin to attend to Beakman. Who gets up off the floor. Fine, but a little shakened up after that punch.
Joe: That... bastard *cough* *cough* I hope he gets whats coming to him soon enough.
END
Was this a joke ??
I'm an Elite... there's no way I can be beaten like this ??
Tell me why... why am I being treated like a clown ??
What is it ?? Am I too overconfident ?? Are my abilities finally starting to decline ?? I just can't understand it... its maddening !
He thought to himself.
Payne pulled himself up off the mat. Then proceeded to walk back towards the dressing room area. He was given an ice pack for his neck. But quickly tossed it aside. Wanting no help from anyone.
Upon going behind the stage curtains. Payne is quickly approached by Overload backstage correspondent Joe Beakman. Oh boy, this should be interesting.
Joe: Brandon....Brandon wait ! I want a quick word with you sir if I may ?
Brandon gives him the 'death' look...Payne immediately pictured O'Dell's head on Beakman's body and went in for the kill.
Brandon runs up and grabs Beakman by the shirt, yelling at him:
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR GAMES BEAKMAN. IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING UNDER MY SKIN. I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, GOT IT !?
Joe: Y-Yesss sir.
Brandon relinquishes Joe from his clutches:
Good, proceed !
Joe: Sooo, Brandon Payne.... how does it feel to get beaten to a pulp for the third straight week ? I know that your blood pressure has to be sky high. Your blood is boiling with anger. Yes...I can see it in your eyes. Not only did Scott make your look like a joke once again. But now, even your little girlfriend is going to see just how big of a loser you really are Payne.
A quick smirk comes across Payne's face...
First of all... leave Lauren out of this. This has nothing to do with her. This situation is between myself and O'Dell. Got It ? On that note, me and Lauren are only friends...nothing more.
But since you brought it up. You know, I think I was being a bit too rough with ya earlier. And well... I just want to apologize.
A puzzled look comes across Beakman's face.
Joe: Sure... um, apology accepted....I guess
.Yeah... I think what I should've done a few seconds ago... was knock your ass out where you stand !
Joe: WHAT !?
Brandon hauls off and knocks the shit out of Joe Beakman. He hits the floor pretty hard after one good stiff right punch to the jaw. From there, Payne grabs the mic out of Beakman's hand. Giving one kick to the gut for good measure. Then carries on..
Scott ? Listen up, and listen good ! Tonight, you came out there and said this was my quote unquote "Last Stand" ? Read my lips...
FUCK YOUR LAST STAND !!!
The crowd watching on in the arena begins to erupt into a chorus of cheers.
My 'last stand' will be the day someone puts a bullet through my skull. Cause you see, this isn't over yet by a long shot. I'll give you credit. You beat me at my best. To say my best tonight wasn't good enough ? Obviously, it wasn't.
But what you have done here tonight is show me my limitations as a fighter. For that, I thank you. Because now, I am more motivated then ever to improve my skills to ascend to my rightful throne as the best of the best !
From here, I'm going to go back to the drawing board and train. Brush up on my skills. Because the next time we meet. Your going to wish you never pissed me off !
Brag all you want. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. You can't kill whats not your creation boy.
Point blank Scottie my boy... your a DEADMAN !
Crowd erupts into a frenzy as BP closes things up with his signature catchphrase.
...Book Closed...
...End of Story...
...Deal With It...
Brandon tosses the microphone down and proceeds to make his way down to his locker room. Security and paramedics begin to attend to Beakman. Who gets up off the floor. Fine, but a little shakened up after that punch.
Joe: That... bastard *cough* *cough* I hope he gets whats coming to him soon enough.
END
