Post by robin on Feb 3, 2012 17:18:19 GMT -5
Jackson Payne was never an intelligent man. He was never a particularly brave man, nor was he a loyal man, nor was he even a likeable man. In many ways, Jackson Payne was less than human, a result of a failing society and the new wave of Capitalism that surged through the West on the back of a thinly veiled belief that greed is good. He shunned spiritual and intellectual development in much the same way that he shunned soap and toothpaste, opting to instead concentrate his attention on the pursuit of financial success. This is not to say that Jackson Payne is some sort of entrepreneur, or that he is a stockbroker, for he has had precious little in the way of success, but he was managed to find one thing he excels in.
Through a series of unlikely events, Jackson Payne has found himself at home inside the squared circle, wrestling for money in front of a live crowd. Whilst he may have found himself at home inside the ring, he may even have found himself winning, but he had certainly not proven to be popular. Be it through a combination of his methods, his general appearance or his language, all of which were very dirty, or just simply down to his abrasive personality, Jackson Payne was not a welcome sight for many. In truth, his wrestling in smaller joints was only tolerable because these places were so thick with tobacco smoke and the smell of vomit that the smell of Jackson Payne was masked by other odours, normally considered foul, but decidedly sweet in comparison with his natural scent.
His stench proved to be a valuable ally in the ring, after all, who would want to get close to a man that made public toilets smell good? His near-constant sweating proved to be an effective counter to both grapples and submissions, as those brave (or foolish) enough to get close to Payne found that his sweat served only to lubricate him, allowing him to slip out of their clutches, adding a further level of general disgust to his ring presence. However, such qualities paled in comparison to the one thing that Jackson Payne was good at; it may never serve to balance out the many other defects in his person, but Jackson Payne could throw a punch and take a punch like no other. His fists were the only thing to hit harder than his stench and the many layers of body fat, dirt, oil and sweat served as a barrier to any striking attacks, allowing him to take blows that might fell a weaker man without much more than a slight stagger to show for it. Coupled with an innate stupidity and generally poor reactions, Jackson Payne gave the impression of a man immune to physical pain, and, given his innate stupidity, a man completely unaware of the concept of mental pain.
Whilst a formidable opponent in the ring, Jackson Payne was far from formidable outside of it, conducting most of his dealings through a mixture of bullying, threatening, swearing and drinking, with no real regard for what order. As such, he never held down a job, or made any friends or had any luck with women. Even in wrestling, where he had achieved an unmitigated level of success, he was rarely looked upon favourably by his opponents or employers, many stating their utter refusal to work with, against, or near to him due to his lack of basic hygiene and tact. Having alienated most wrestlers, managers and owners in his hometown of Kentucky, Payne set off in search of greener pastures where his name was less well-known, and the law were less concerned about his hobbies, eventually winding up at Championship Power Wrestling, working out of Dayton, Ohio.
It was whilst working at CPW, Payne had a chance encounter with one Sammy Sneed, who was there to assess the abilities of some of CPW’s big players, names familiar to those on the Indy scene like Hammer Ladd, Shane Stevens and Mike Cameron. Unfortunately for Sneed, the first person he met was Payne, who believed him to be an undercover reporter and promptly locked him in a cupboard. Trapped there for much of the night, Sneed missed the show completely and was found the next day by the janitorial staff, only to see that Payne was still lingering in the arena (much like his smell), having slept there. Deciding not to waste the trip entirely, he approached Payne and requested a DVD of the show be sent to his address at the EUW offices.
Payne, in one of his greatest moments, realised what was going on, and, instead, recorded a video of him fighting a hobo in the street, sending that in its place. The choppy editing and low lighting never affected the quality of the wrestling in the video; they say you cannot polish a turd, but, similarly, it is equally impossible to make a turd look any more like crap than it already does. The story goes that Rivera walked in on Sneed watching this “match” and laughed it off as some of the worst wrestling he had ever seen, with Sneed adding details about the man’s terrible attitude, heavy drinking, poor hygiene and all around unpleasant nature, with Rivera smartly deciding to discard the DVD and forget this hopeless man entirely.
However, situations change and as Rivera found his latest stint as EUW general manager cut short by Maynard Hetfield, he quickly sought ways to destroy the federation from his current position outside of the company. During a prison visit, he instructed Sammy Sneed to hire Jackson Payne on the quiet whilst the EUW was undergoing mass changes with Hetfield in charge, on the grounds that such a simple contract could easily be disguised until it had been signed and by then it would be too late.
The plan went off perfectly and the news rocked the wrestling community; Jackson Payne had been hired by the EUW. He was signed to a lengthy five-year contract on a reasonable wage, so much so that his contract could not easily be terminated without requiring a hefty payload to be rid of him. Whilst it might only be a small act, Rivera had managed to ensure that whoever came after him in the EUW would have one more problem on their hands as they found out that their latest recruit was Payne by name, and Payne by nature…
Through a series of unlikely events, Jackson Payne has found himself at home inside the squared circle, wrestling for money in front of a live crowd. Whilst he may have found himself at home inside the ring, he may even have found himself winning, but he had certainly not proven to be popular. Be it through a combination of his methods, his general appearance or his language, all of which were very dirty, or just simply down to his abrasive personality, Jackson Payne was not a welcome sight for many. In truth, his wrestling in smaller joints was only tolerable because these places were so thick with tobacco smoke and the smell of vomit that the smell of Jackson Payne was masked by other odours, normally considered foul, but decidedly sweet in comparison with his natural scent.
His stench proved to be a valuable ally in the ring, after all, who would want to get close to a man that made public toilets smell good? His near-constant sweating proved to be an effective counter to both grapples and submissions, as those brave (or foolish) enough to get close to Payne found that his sweat served only to lubricate him, allowing him to slip out of their clutches, adding a further level of general disgust to his ring presence. However, such qualities paled in comparison to the one thing that Jackson Payne was good at; it may never serve to balance out the many other defects in his person, but Jackson Payne could throw a punch and take a punch like no other. His fists were the only thing to hit harder than his stench and the many layers of body fat, dirt, oil and sweat served as a barrier to any striking attacks, allowing him to take blows that might fell a weaker man without much more than a slight stagger to show for it. Coupled with an innate stupidity and generally poor reactions, Jackson Payne gave the impression of a man immune to physical pain, and, given his innate stupidity, a man completely unaware of the concept of mental pain.
Whilst a formidable opponent in the ring, Jackson Payne was far from formidable outside of it, conducting most of his dealings through a mixture of bullying, threatening, swearing and drinking, with no real regard for what order. As such, he never held down a job, or made any friends or had any luck with women. Even in wrestling, where he had achieved an unmitigated level of success, he was rarely looked upon favourably by his opponents or employers, many stating their utter refusal to work with, against, or near to him due to his lack of basic hygiene and tact. Having alienated most wrestlers, managers and owners in his hometown of Kentucky, Payne set off in search of greener pastures where his name was less well-known, and the law were less concerned about his hobbies, eventually winding up at Championship Power Wrestling, working out of Dayton, Ohio.
It was whilst working at CPW, Payne had a chance encounter with one Sammy Sneed, who was there to assess the abilities of some of CPW’s big players, names familiar to those on the Indy scene like Hammer Ladd, Shane Stevens and Mike Cameron. Unfortunately for Sneed, the first person he met was Payne, who believed him to be an undercover reporter and promptly locked him in a cupboard. Trapped there for much of the night, Sneed missed the show completely and was found the next day by the janitorial staff, only to see that Payne was still lingering in the arena (much like his smell), having slept there. Deciding not to waste the trip entirely, he approached Payne and requested a DVD of the show be sent to his address at the EUW offices.
Payne, in one of his greatest moments, realised what was going on, and, instead, recorded a video of him fighting a hobo in the street, sending that in its place. The choppy editing and low lighting never affected the quality of the wrestling in the video; they say you cannot polish a turd, but, similarly, it is equally impossible to make a turd look any more like crap than it already does. The story goes that Rivera walked in on Sneed watching this “match” and laughed it off as some of the worst wrestling he had ever seen, with Sneed adding details about the man’s terrible attitude, heavy drinking, poor hygiene and all around unpleasant nature, with Rivera smartly deciding to discard the DVD and forget this hopeless man entirely.
However, situations change and as Rivera found his latest stint as EUW general manager cut short by Maynard Hetfield, he quickly sought ways to destroy the federation from his current position outside of the company. During a prison visit, he instructed Sammy Sneed to hire Jackson Payne on the quiet whilst the EUW was undergoing mass changes with Hetfield in charge, on the grounds that such a simple contract could easily be disguised until it had been signed and by then it would be too late.
The plan went off perfectly and the news rocked the wrestling community; Jackson Payne had been hired by the EUW. He was signed to a lengthy five-year contract on a reasonable wage, so much so that his contract could not easily be terminated without requiring a hefty payload to be rid of him. Whilst it might only be a small act, Rivera had managed to ensure that whoever came after him in the EUW would have one more problem on their hands as they found out that their latest recruit was Payne by name, and Payne by nature…