Open Mic Session (O2A)

[Jon Payne]

*During the airing of the next XWA TAKEDOWN show.*

"Millionaire" by Queens Of The Stone Age begins to play over the PA of the arena, and to a raucous response steps out Jon Payne to the stage.

BuZZ: Well...he come the PAYNE!!!
Roach: How long you been waitin' to say that one?
BuZZ: Don't ask stupid questions, Roachy...Jon Payne's in da building baby!
Roach: Days removed from the Night Of Champions that saw Payne be eliminated by way of Vertigo and an opportunistic NOW World Champion, Jon Payne is in the house live!

As the announcers speak, Payne enters the ring and is granted a mic. He speaks...

March 11th, 2007 marks the day that the XWA truly got off the ground. It marks the day that champions were crowned, and I have nothing but congradulations...for XXL and the Wolframs, that is.

Roach: Huh?

You see, I walk into yet ANOTHER company who has to now deal with ANOTHER loud-mouthed ego-maniac as the World Champion. You know who I'm talking about. "Mr. Amazing". Did any of you catch wind of his little blog? Or the way he's walking around here with calling himself "The Babe" cuz he supposedly called his victory out? Just what this industry needs...another ego.

He shakes his head.

I'm going to make it my business though to correct the mistake that was made on March 11th though. I'm gonna silence another ego in this business...I'm gonna be "Mr. Momentum Killer" once again and do what SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE the last time a New York based wrestling promotion was faced with a champ who was full of himself...and that's step up, step in, and beat his ass!

They told me not to do it, but what the hell...the rumor mill sez that a certain individual claims to have been drugged. Well...I can't confirm or deny it, hell it probably DID happen for whatever, when in truth, all that REALLY needed to be done was putting me in that match and letting me beat the sh*t outta him like everyone in the world KNOWS I can.

No use cryin' over spilled milk though. What's done is done, right? Everyone is doing their thing now all over the place...well, now it's time for me to do MY thing...the same thing I've been doing, better than the so-called best there is...because you're LOOKING at him right here!

I've said and I've proved it time and again, people...you don't need a title to be the best in this business. I haven't met a man in this business who didn't need a WEAPON or help from 5 other men to bring me down. You wanna call it excuses? I call it fact...in this ring, in a straight up wrestling match, I'm damn near UNTOUCHABLE. I've built my reputation on being a cut above the rest of the "best", by LEADING BY EXAMPLE...and XWA is no different. The hell with ELEVATING the game, I've taken it as far as it can go...and taken quite a few people up to the top along with. Now...it's time to WIN the game.

Roach: Bold words right there...I think he might be a little overconfident though, don't you?

The question is...who wants to play? Anybody at all...let's make this happen right here tonight! Who wants to live forever?

BuZZ: Payne's got mountains of confidence, Mikey...you call him cocky if you want but he gets the job done, period. Let's see if somebody wants to take him up...

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Omnisoul's "Not Giving Up" begins to play.

Roach: Looks like somebody is answering the call. Didn't take too long did it?
BuZZ: And who's this guy?
Roach: One of the newest talents to sign with the XWA..."Rated R" Robby Sylk.
BuZZ: Rated R, huh? This should be good.

Robby steps out onto the stage in a big fur coat and shades, looking like the flashy, confident superstar that he is. He pulls off his shades and take a good look at the man in the ring.

Take a look at this man, ladies and gentlemen. Jon Payne. Jon-freakin'-Payne. The biggest damn hypocrite in the wresting business. You come out here, man...and talk about OTHER people's egos? What about the over inflated one you walk around with everywhere you go?

The best? Untouchable? If that's not someone who reads into their own press a liiiiiitle too much, I don't know what is! OK, you're good. You're real good...but please get over yourself, dog. It's a new day, you heard the slogan right? I for one am not gonna sit back there and let you go on and on about people that don't freakin' matter to me or anybody else here. That's old news, brah...and so are YOU.

[Jon Payne]

This is coming from someone calling me "dog" and "brah"? Lemme fill you on something, dude...you're white.

Pointing in the direction of this new challenger, he continues...

But you come on out here looking like you're in some damn hip-hop video. Look at ya! Fur coat, shades, your little bling-bling...and you're calling ME an ego-maniac? Hey...I ain't never said anything that wasn't true. You can call it whatever you want, the bottom line is that I ALWAYS say what I do and do what I say. Never fails...EVER.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

And what is it that you do, huh? Talk up on past glories? Oh...I did this and I did that and I'm so awesome! Yeah...I gotta admit that you're really fucking at running your mouth, and even better at making excuses, Jon-Boy. You wanna make up another one for the Night Of Champions? About how you were the FIRST MAN ELIMINATED from the match! For all the so-called skills you got, there one thing you apparently DON'T have...and that's staying power.

See me on the other hand, I can go all...night...long...and that goes double for the ladies.

He winks at the crowd, specifically at the females of course.


I'm not gonna talk up a storm out here like SOME people, though. You laid out a challenge Payne, and "Rated R" Robby Sylk is here to accept. Right here on TAKEDOWN, I'm taking you down and shutting you up.

[Jon Payne]

Wishful thinking, Mr. Sylk...wishful thinking. Gotta hand it to you though, you talk up a big game, but we'll see if you can back it up, or if you're just like the rest who think their in my league...or even my freakin' ballpark...but just wind up striking out in the end.

You and me...one on one, right here...in CHARLOTTE!!! Sounds like a plan to me, don't it?

As Jon smirks at the cheap pop, he waits for an inevitable response from Sylk.

[rocksolid]

Suddenly..."Bundy" by Animal Alpha begins to play over the speakers.

BuZZ: Well this party just gets bigger don't it?
Roach: That's the sound of another new acquisition to the XWA, Chicago born Rock Carmichael!
BUZZ: And what do you know about the guy?
Roach: Well...he's big, he's strong and from what he insiders say, he's been tearing up the indies, even seeing some success elsewhere.
BuZZ: Yeah well, Rock is rockin' with the best now in XWA, let's see what he's got...

Rock steps out, in the signature Rock Solid T and warmups, standing but a few feet from Sylk with mic in hand.

"YO!" he yells. "What's going on here! We got ourselves two pretty boys trying to out tough the other, that's what! You two oughtta be in pictures or something, not a damn wrestling ring. I coulda just sat back and let this keep on going, but ya know what? I'm itching for me some action, and since that tatted up freak Vikram's got a match, and you called ANYBODY, Payne...I'm gonna jump into this little shindig and beat the snot outta both of you!"

[Jon Payne]

Oh great, another multi-man match...

You know what, Rock, is it? You're right...I did lay out an open challenge to anyone back there, so if you wanna get schooled in the fine class of Payne 101...you're more than welcome. I'll be happy to break the both of you into the XWA, and just plain BREAK you in the process.

He now waits for a response from either challenger...

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Whoa...whoa...WHOA! Who the hell invited you, Destro? Why don't you head on back stage and finish polishing your head...and I mean BOTH of 'em...and let the real professionals take care of business here? Well...there's only one REAL pro out here, but you get my drift, don't you?

Robby smirks and then turns his attention back to Jon Payne...

[rocksolid]

"Pro? You mean professional idiot? Professional model? Professional pie eater? Oh...you mean professional WRESTLER. Hahahaha...I DON'T THINK SO!!!"

Rock intentionally yells in Robby's direction.

"What the matter, Sylky...scared? I don't blame ya', after all you'd be the whooping boy in the match seeing as you look like you bruise kinda easy. Don't wanna mess up that pretty face. How's about this...you step up and step into this match...a TRIPLE THREAT...or you step off and let two MEN who don't back down from a fight handle their business and you can go play with yer Barbie dolls in the back you little puss."

[ames]

Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is with out question, three of the most BORING, predictable city boys this side a'da mason-dixon. Hoooooooooooooooo-wee is this bad...

From backstage steps Jimmy Ames.

Fellas, fellas. Hear me out. NO ONE GIVES A CRAP!!! Rock Carmichael. The next step up from a gorilla. You've got as much personality as A lawn mower. Robby Sylk...Who tha' hell calls 'emself Robby Sylk? Sounds like a bad R&B singer or Pornstar name, and we ALL know how bad an idea wrestling pornstars are.

Jimmy pauses, allowing his last crack a chance to sink in.

And then HOW can we forget Jon Payne. Mr. Everything. Or should I say, Mr. SO PLAYED OUT IT AINT FUNNY. I think it's high time someone knocked ya' off that lil' high horse ya' been ridin'. I can't begin ta' tell ya' how long I've been wantin to walk up ya', stare ya right square in the eye, and say: "Shut up will ya'" 3 men who love hearin' themselves talk. 1 man who loves shuttin' people up. Sounds like a winner ta' me. Question is are you city slickers up ta' gettin' made by Jimmy Ames.

[Jon Payne]

Another one...perfect.

There's only two ways you shut me up Ames, you either kill me, or show show me a copy of the August 2006 Playboy with Amber Gianni as the centerfold. Man that was good stuff...um...anyway, it damn sure isn't going to be in this ring though, so you need to get that out of your country numbskull. The only one who's gonna be MADE here, is you...hell ALL OF YOU. I've pretty much made that a career accomplishment letting other people ride my coat-tails...I could probably stand to let three more do the same, ask anybody out there. You give me one match...and I give you a career.

Time to earn the paychecks gentlemen! This match is ON! Question is...how DO you want to get schooled. I can take one of you out, or all of you one by one, what's it gonna be?

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

You know what? A battle royal sounds reaaaally good to me, Payne. I don't want any of you losers to steal my thunder by saying you beat me when you didn't even PIN me...and trust me, boys...you ain't pinning me.

When it's all said and done, I'm gonna be the last man in, and TakeDown's ratings are gonna skyrocket when these fans here see a real, pure athlete prevail over some Matrix junkie, a muscle-bound neanderthal and...what is it you're good at, Ames? Robbing stagecoaches?

[ames]

Jimmy slaps his knee laughing at Sylk's attempt at sarcasm, and returns fire with his own.

Wow, city boy. Did it take ya' long ta' come up with that one? Cowboy joke, REAL original. We'll see which one of us is gonna be laughin' come saturday night, when I make ALL 3 of yer' asses famous. That's just what I do.

Jimmy smirks at his three would be opponents.

[rocksolid]

"Oh this is just too rich right here. Maybe we should let you two have a slap fight instead!"

Rock laughs uncontrollably, slapping his knee and shaking his head.

"A royal sounds like a plan, Payne. Sounds like a real good plan. I'm gonna enjoy every minute of this..."

BuZZ: Well, there you have it, a 4 Man Battle Royal tonight! Every man for himself...
Roach: It'll be interesting to see which one of these men will prevail, such a big contrast of styles going in.
BuZZ: My thing is the fact that up to this point, Payne has never won a multi-man match. Think he's gonna get over the hump?
Roach: These guys are gonna see to it that he doesn't, or try to see to it. This one's gonna be good.

And with that the show goes to a break...

DONE DEAL.